Hello, please don't kill me, I've been buried in a whole bunch of school work and homework all the way up to my stomach! Sorry for the wait.
And you're going to do that...how?
Zoe sat down on the couch only partly listening to the news, while the entire whole of her brain was consumed by thoughts of how she was going to go about confessing to Rex that she loved him.
She sighed and went upstairs.
Then suddenly it hit her. She raised back downstairs, telling Max she had to go home and would be right back, put on her shoes, and stepped outdoors, running home.
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Rex came rushing back home and burst open the door. Max looked up from the television in surprise.
"R–"
"Zoe! Is-is she still here? I need to tell her something!"
Max looked at his friend while many feelings ran through his brain. Confusion. Surprise. Realization. Amusement.
Amusement? Well, Max could kind of see it coming. The little stares, those little talks, Max mentally slapped himself for not realizing until now.
Rex was in love with Zoe.
Too obvious. Max shook his head, smiled inwardly, and said, "Zoe said she had something to get...or, er, do...whatever, at her house. Said she'd be back."
Rex slumped in the doorway. So she's not here. Max sweatdropped. "Uh, hey, Rex, she said she was gonna be back. It's not the end of the world..."
Rex blushed slightly. He really shouldn't have lost his composure. He stood up. "Right. Uh, Max, I'm gonna...go to my room, okay?"
"Okay."
Once Rex was out of sight, Max rolled along the floor with laughter. I hope this turns out well...
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Once Rex was in his room, he was greeted by....nothing. No one was in here. Maybe Seth and Rod weren't here to begin with? Maybe it was all some crazy hallucination?
Rex sat on his bed. Suddenly, Rod and Seth came crawling out from under it.
"Gross, what do you keep under that bed?" Rod snorted, then held his nose in an offensive gesture.
Rex responded with a calm, "My underwear."
Rod glared at him. Seth smiled. "So what have you figured out?"
Rex stared up at Seth. How did he know so much about the word "love" ? How did he seem to know how it felt? To need someone...and be needed in return?
Rex took a deep breath. Were they going to tell anyone? He had to admit, Rod and Seth weren't exactly the people Rex imagined confiding the secret of the girl he liked, so why tell them?
But it all came flooding out. "I'm in love with Zoe. I never realized until now and I don't know if she likes me back. The thoughts of her not liking me back kill me. I know I'm her friend, but does she think of me as something more than that? I could rack my brain for endless hours asking even more endless questions and never get an answer. Yet, I'm too afraid to confess my love because I am afraid she will reject me (a/n: as you might have noticed, once Rex talks about Zoe, he can't seem to EVER stop...but he does sound quite poetic, doesn't he?) If she rejects me, I'll end up rejecting myself, filling my head with how awful I am when I know I'm not. The thoughts are overwhelming..."
Rex finally looked up at Seth, who was writing notes down, and to Rod, who sat on a brown wooden chair nodding his head.
"So that's it, then?" Seth said looking up. Rex nodded. Seth smiled. "ALL RIGHT, THEN!!! ROD!!! WE MUST HELP HIM!!! MY PEN!!!! MY PAPER!!! GET ME MY PEN AND PAPER!!!"
Rod and Rex fell down anime style. They quickly got back up quickly and Rod said, "Seth, your pencil and paper is in your hands."
"Oh, yes! I-I knew that!" He said, standing up and doing a super hero pose on the chair. As he did his super hero act, a picture fell out of his pocket.
Rex noticed it. He picked it up. "Er, Seth, you dropped this. It's–"
Seth turned around, swiped the picture, and held it backwards near his heart, as so Rod and Rex couldn't see it.
Rex was confused. He hadn't even looked at the picture yet! "Seth, what, er, who is that picture of?"
Seth put the picture back in his pocket and turned to Rex, face as red as a tomato. This might be nothing but a simile to some people, but to Rex, it was true. Seth's face was even redder than a tomato. Seth mumbled quietly, although it was more to himself than to Rex, "I can't tell....you."
Rex respected the fact that Seth didn't want to tell him, and waved off the topic. "Never mind...a-anyway, what were you saying about a pencil and a paper?"
Seth nodded and quickly got back to the topic. "Oh, yes! We must create a plan..."
Rex tilted his head slightly. Huh?
"....to help this poor boy named Rex!"
Rex sighed and slumped to the door to lock it, assuring their privacy. That is, if Seth wouldn't use his inside voice.
I have a bad feeling about all this...
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Zoe sat at her desk in her room, holding a pencil and a paper. (Pfft! What is it with this chapter and writing?) She looked up, facing her picture of Rex. Now! I attack! She brought her hand with the pencil held custody in it to the paper and began to write.
Dear Rex,
That was all she put before her hand faltered. This is so hard! She cried a bit, each tear falling onto either her or the paper. Oh, heck!
She got a grip. She took deep breaths. She knew that Rex would be nice enough to at least read it, even if he didn't like her. What if she did it in the form of a poem?
Dear Rex,
I've tried so hard
Practically scarred
To tell you how I feel
It's the only thing I know that's real
Every time I turn around
You're there standing
But I'm bound
By the love I have to express
I'm overwhelmed by the stress
Every aspect of you calls to me
But I can't come to you
Because I am afraid
Every time you leave, I wish you'd stayed
When people ask me who I love
I used to rack my brains and think "Who?"
But I finally came to my senses
That person is you.
She studied the letter for 2 minutes, then decided she was content with it, and put it in an envelope with To Rex written on the back.
She overlooked it. She hadn't seen it at all. She'd forgotten the most important thing of all as she dropped it into the navy blue mail box. How? How could she have missed it?
She forgot to sign her name.
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Scabby: I thought about making this ending a cliffy, but... I made you wait long enough. I was grounded, you see.
Rex and Zoe: Pfft!
Scabby: SHUT UP!