Quick Author's Note, "Never What It Seems" is on hiatus. Sorry.
"Heeyyyyyyyyyy Amyyyyyyyyyy!" I heard Rory shout in the hall. Everyone turned to look at him.
"Yeah, stupid?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"Guess what somebody put in my locker! A love letter! Me! I checked who kt was to and everything and it's most definitely to me!"
"Awwww I guess somebody finally likes you, you dork." I smiled.
"But who is it? They have to go to our school, right?"
"Yup."
"And they have to be a sophmore like us because the freshman are probably too afraid and anyone else would be too embarassed."
"Yup."
"From the handwriting, it looks like a girl. Well... I hope." (A/N: sorry if that offends anyone, I imagined Rory to be straight. I support gay rights.)
"Yup."
"It has to be Sheila."
"Yup."
"No, I think she likes Beck. Probably Marie."
"Yup."
He banged his head against the lockers. "God, it's probably staring me right in the face!"
"Yup." I smiled. He caught it and raised his eyebrows
"So you know who it is. Is it one of my friends?"
"Yup."
"Great, you're a real help, you are. Is it-" He paused. He spoke slowly, "Is it... A-"
"YE-"
"-NGELICA I KNEW IT SHE ALWAYS LIKED ME CANT RESIST THIS."
That's when I punched him and went to class. We never spoke again. The End.
Uh, no. Actually, this happened.
"No."
"Then it's- wait did yo- Oh."
"Yup."
"Is it Mels? Cause you know I don't-"
"..."
"Is it you?"
"Nope."
He binked.
"Yup."
We both leaned in...
And then, Rory the idiot's alarm clock rang and he woke up.
Now it's the end for real.
The End!