Wrote this a few months ago and posted it to Ao3 so at the suggestion of a good friend I will be cross posting my stories here. Hope you enjoy, any and all feedback is very much appreciated!

Sam was leisurely walking down the nearly empty hallways of her school, ready to take off and go home for the day. Her slow pace, however, sped up drastically when she heard the subtle sound of paper sliding against metal and the more noticeable noise of someone running away. Both coming from the direction of her locker. Sam turned a corner sharply but saw no one down the aisle of blue lockers. Letting out a disappointed sigh, realizing she had once again missed the one who had been slipping her love letters the past few weeks. She did perk up a bit at the prospect of getting a new note though and eagerly fumbled with her lock, messing the code up a few times in her excitement.

When she finally got her hands on the letter her first instinct was to rip the envelope open and read the letter over and over again. She didn't follow this course of action, choosing instead to head back to her house and spare herself from telling her family why she was home so late.

In the privacy of her own room, Sam opened the letter and read it carefully:

Still feelin' shy

But for my heart there's no stoppin'

And if you like girls

Well that would be rockin'

Sam's grin widened, she had been hoping the sender was a girl, as she didn't like boys in a romantic way, and now she had conformation. She felt some hope that maybe the letter was from a specific rocker girl, but doubt ate away at the idea.

The sight of her homework on the floor brought her back to reality. She would give the sender a sign she liked girls tomorrow somehow. But for now she had school work to attend to.

The next morning, Luna took the scenic route to her locker, passing by Sam's on her way there. Near the openings in the metal she caught a glimpse of a small rectangle of paper taped to the locker colored in different shades of pink. It was subtle and to most people it would mean nothing. Luna couldn't hold back a grin as she walked, she knew what it was, and to her it meant everything.

Through the day, Luna remained excited. Maybe she did have a chance after all.

It had been almost two weeks since Sam had found the last letter and she was beginning to have doubts about this secret admirer. What if it was all some prank?

Meanwhile, Luna was having her own troubles. She couldn't think of anything to write for the next letter. She thought that maybe knowing she had a chance would make the letters easier to write. Damn was she wrong. Her side of the room was littered with crumpled paper that had no place in the already full garbage can.

"Come on Lunes, just think of something! Anything!" She muttered to herself then let out a defeated sigh, "I'm gonna have to ask for help."