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Ding-Dong!

The doorbell rang. I went downstairs to get the door. I was at home, waiting for Alicia and Trish. I told them to meet me at my house when they took their naps so that we could go shopping now.

When I opened the door, I looked around, because no one was there. Then I thought that it might be package for my parents, but there was nothing at my feet. I was about to close the door again in annoyance, when a pink object at our mailbox caught my attention. I checked to make sure the door was unlocked, and went outside. As I got closer, I realized that it was a light pink rose, and that a letter was sticking out of the mailbox. I smiled and pulled out the letter and opened it up.

Dear Ally,

Lots of girls love the color pink, and even though it's not your favorite color, I'm going to give you a light pink rose.

Like those other roses, this light pink one has several meanings. For now, I'll mention just a few of them:

Gentleness: Mildness of manner or disposition, freedom from harshness, sternness, and violence

Sweetness: marked by gentle good humor or kindliness

So first I'll tell you about your gentleness. When you teach your music lessons, you don't harshly tell them the right way to hold the violin, or how fast to play the song on the piano. You do it gently, and best of all, you don't mind doing it! This also goes for when I misbehave in the store. Yes, I'll admit that I do eat in the store, and break the other rules, but I like that you don't yell at me. Yes, you might reprimand me sternly, but not in a 'I am the boss and you better listen' voice I love that about you, and one day, I think you'll be a wonderful mother.

Grace. This could be defined in two ways. One is being graceful in dancing, or walking, and the other is a charming trait or characteristic.

The first definition isn't all that great, because, let's admit that you're not the best dancer in the world. 'Cause seriously your best move could be a little better. Although, your hands do play the piano very gracefully.

However, the second definition fits you pretty well. Your charm is very interesting. This includes you chewing on your hair when you're nervous, when you get lost in your music like no on else, and many more that I couldn't fit into this letter.

The last meaning that I'll mention is sweetness. You are so kind Ally, even to people who annoy other people. Like Nelson; I'm sure some other teachers get tired of having their student bring the wrong instrument to their lesson, but you tell him sweetly that it's his oboe lesson, not his hobo lesson, or something along those lines.

So you see, this rose also has several meanings, and all of them apply to you. I cannot wait until you find out who I am.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

I took the rose from the mailbox and went inside. After I locked the door and went to my room, I jumped up and down excitedly, silent screaming because it was still a little early. Two roses in one day, each given at a short time interval. I carefully put the letters away (After reading them ten more times) and checked the time. It was still too early, so I decided to take a nap before I went shopping later that day.

However, after nearly thirty minutes, I still couldn't go to sleep. I got up again and went to my desk, pulling out my book.

Dear Book,

Today, Austin woke me up very early in the morning, just to wake me up for the early pancake special at Pancakes Diner. I went with him, and I also brought Alicia with me. Trish was already working there, much to her dismay.

Later, I got an orange rose. The waitress who gave it to me seemed really familiar, but I'm not sure. The letter also mentioned Dallas in the third point of view, and I couldn't help but wonder who could be the secret admirer.

I think it is Austin writing the letters. I've received enough letters to tell his personality, and by mentioning other people, other than himself. I don't think I have a crush on Dallas anymore, since my crush about Austin has gotten a little bigger. I mean, who couldn't fall for his charm? It must have taken a long time to set all this up for me, and it must take him a while to write the letters in such a beautiful way, since he isn't the best at expressing his feelings.

And then, after I went home, the doorbell rang and there was another rose at our mailbox. It was a light pink one, and the letter was also very sweet.

So, I only have five roses left until I meet Austin, or I think it's him. (I hope) I wonder how this will change our friendship, or if things will turn awkward between us.

Love, Ally

Finally, after getting out all of my feelings into my book, I felt more relaxed. I suddenly yawned, and I climbed back into bed, the excitement of the morning finally having its effect on me. I drifted off to sleep, thinking of Austin and the roses.


"Ally, wake up!" I stirred.

"Five more minutes Mom." I groaned. Waking up early sure did have its effects on me.

"Ally, it's Trish and Alicia. It's already ten o'clock." My eyes snapped open, and I hurriedly looked at my phone. It was 10 o'clock. Trish was right. I stretched quickly.

"Sorry guys to keep you waiting. I'll be down in a minute. Let me go get ready." Alicia and Trish went to the kitchen to grab some snacks, and I jumped into the shower, letting the warm water trickle down my back. I just stood there for a while, thinking of Austin again when a clang and shout came from the kitchen. I quickly cleaned up and changed my clothes, and ran downstairs.

"Guys what's going- Dez?" I stopped in my tracks. Dez was in the kitchen, with batter dripping down him head. Trish was getting redder by the minute, and Alicia was about to burst out laughing.

"I was hiding here from Mindy, and the door was open, so I thought I could from her. Of course, I climbed into the cabinet, and I noticed that your plumbing needed to be fixed. So, made some home-made kitchen sink plaster, and tried to put it on the pipes, but it spilled on head because Harley the mouse jumped in it." Dez eagerly explained. I rolled my eyes. Again.

"Dez, why don't you go home. I'll fix up this mess. Thanks for trying to help though." I started to push him out the door, but he stopped me from doing anything.

"But Mindy's out there!" He whined. A lightbulb went off. I looked at Trish. After she realized what I was asking, her eyes widened.

"Nuh uh, I am NOT bringing that doofus home!" Trish nearly yelled. I was surprised that the neighbors didn't wake up yet.

"Come on Trish, you know where Dez's house is, not Alicia! besides, Dez gives horrible directions." I begged Trish.

"Hey, it's not that bad!" Dez pouted.

"Fine. But this idiot here better coƶperate." She dragged him out. Thanking her, I began to clean up the mess that Dez made, with the help of Alicia. We could here them fighting in the distance.

"Are Trish and Dez always like that?" Alicia asked.

"Yes, they are. It's a miracle that Trish hasn't killed him yet. I don't know how Austin and I even put up with them until now." Alicia nodded her head in understanding, and we went to work, cleaning up the mess.

(A/N): Okay guys, that was the eighth chapter! Did you like it?

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