I'm back! And you know what that means? Super long tenth letter time! WOOHOO! After reading this over, it does, in some ways, appear more as a dialogue than a letter (at least compared to some other letters). It's also really, really long. What can I say? I'm assuming that, when Luke got home from his and Molly's first unofficial date, he started writing and writing and just couldn't stop! Even though it's less letter-like than the other chapters, I do hope you like it. I, for one, thought it was really cute :). Enjoy!

Dear Molly,

Today was our first unofficial date! I can't believe it, I never thought this day would come!

When I woke up this morning, Pops said that a pretty girl had come calling for me earlier. I immediately knew that he was talking about you. He handed me a basket of carrots.

"What are these?" I asked him.

"She wanted to thank you for all of your help. She said that these are some of the carrots that you two grew together." I grinned at him broadly, nodded my thanks, and took the basket up to my room.

The carrots were a bright, beautiful orange. I quickly bit into one; it tasted sweet and crunchy and wonderful. On a scale from decent to perfect, they would've been rated shining. I placed the basket carefully at my bedside and then ran out of the house.

Gee, I wonder who I was looking for?

I was walking through the center of Harmonica Town when I found you. I called out to you.

"Hi, Molly! Need any help on the farm today?" I asked. You told me no, but thanked me for my help from the day before. You said that if I ever needed help, you would be happy to be there.

"So…you're doing nothing today then?" I asked, my face breaking out into a smile.

"What do you want?" You asked skeptically. I got down on one knee.

"Miss Molly," I pretended to open a ring box. "Will you go to Toucan Island with me?" You giggled.

"I've got work to do." You said, emphasizing the word work.

"But you just said that you were doing nothing today…" I pouted.

"Sorry, but it's a no! I've got other stuff to do; my life isn't all farm work!" You said, seriously this time. I could see that asking you was getting nowhere, so I decided on a more forward method. I said nothing in response to you. Instead, I lifted you off of the ground and held you up bridal style.

"W-what are you d-doing!" you stuttered, blushing beet red. Everyone outside was looking at us, including pretty boy waiter. I didn't know what was running through his head, but I knew it was about you and me. The thought made me smile even wider.

"I am taking you to Toucan Island with me for the day." I told you matter o' factly.

"But you can't do this! This is like kidnapping! I could have you arrested!" You said, kicking at the air and sounding only somewhat frightened, more irritated. I only laughed.

"Relax! I'm not going to hurt you or anything, we're just going on a little boat ride." I explained. That didn't make you much happier.

"Let me go!" You shouted repeatedly, while I just kept on walking forward. I carried you up to Pascal, who seemed to be holding back laughter.

"Two people to Toucan Island please!" I told him..

"No! Pascal! He's crazy!" You yelled. Do you really think I'm crazy? Hmm, I guess I could live with that.

"Ah, young love." Pascal said sort of to himself as we got up onto the boat. When we left the mainland, you were still squirming and kicking.

"Molly, even if I did let you down now, you would have to swim to get back to Castanet." I pointed out. You looked around, and your kicking ceased. You seemed to finally realize that your struggling efforts were futile. I'm glad you saw it my way.

The boat ride was spent in silence. I held you like a bride the entire time. And you didn't ask to be put down. Were you just being lazy? Or were you secretly happy there, in my arms? I guess I'll never know.

We arrived at the island. I told Pascal that he didn't have to come back until 8:00. I waited until his boat was out of sight before I finally let you down. You were scowling, and it amazed me how you could still look pretty when you were trying to be angry.

"Have you ever played coconut soccer?" I asked and smiled at you. Your scowl faltered for a second.

"No…" you replied slowly. " I haven't."

"Well then, let's teach you!" I said cheerfully. I picked up the biggest coconut I could find, and brought it over to a wide, flat stretch of sandy beach.

"Now, coconut soccer goes like this…" and there it began. For awhile you played only halfheartedly. But soon you started to get really into it. Eventually, we were laughing and shouting together while trying to kick the coconut between two palm trees. After about an hour of coconut soccer, you turned to me.

"Have you ever hula danced?" you asked.

"Nope! But I'm guessing you'll teach me?"

You quickly went inside the island Inn, and came out holding two grass hula skirts.

"Oh, no. You're not getting me in that!" I said.

"You can't hula dance without the proper attire." You explained, smirking as you held up the skirt. I laughed and took it into one of the Inn bathrooms.

We looked as though the island threw up on us. I was shirtless (something I'd hoped you would notice), and wore the grass hula skirt as a bottom. I was also donning a lei of Hibiscus flowers. I'll admit I felt a wee bit uncomfortable, but it was bearable. You, on the other hand, looked absolutely amazing. You were wearing a pink Toucan Island tank top and, like me, had a hula skirt for a bottom. You had a single Hibiscus in your hair. We both laughed at the way the other looked and smiled. You then brought me over to a grassy patch, and taught me how to hula dance.

First you demonstrated. I could tell you were a dancer; one movement seemed to flow easily into the next.

I, on the flip side, am not a dancer. I never quite got the hang of the hip movements involved, but I think I did an okay job. We danced together for I don't know how long, laughing and singing.

After hula dancing came fishing, then flower picking, then cloud watching, then swimming. These activities all passed by in a blissful blur. All I knew was that I was having the time of my life.

And I was spending it with you.

Come 7:30, we were on the beach, watching the sunset. The sky was all different shades of red and yellow, and the first stars were just becoming visible in the sky. We had eaten a dinner of grilled Mahi-Mahi (caught and wrestled to the ground by yours truly), and were now sitting contently on the edge of the waves.

"This was the best day of my life." I said dreamily.

"Same for me." You agreed. It caught me a bit by surprise. A great surprise, but a surprise nonetheless. Tentatively, I reached out my hand and closed it around yours. There was no recoil this time, just a soft look of realization.

"So…" I ventured. "When's our second date?"

"Second date? What do you mean?" You asked me, smiling.

"Well you and me, on an island, together, all day long…that's like a date, isn't it?" I said.

"I don't think something can be counted as a date unless both participants consent to it in the first place."

"You consented!"

"You call bridal style carrying me onto the boat my consent?" We both laughed. All was quiet for a few more moments.

"It was a date." I said quickly.

"Was not!" You shouted back playfully.

"Was too!"

"It was not a date!"

"Are we holding hands?" I asked you.

"What?"

"Are we holding hands?" I repeated. You looked down at our intertwined fingers as if noticing them for the first time. You tried to jerk your hand away, but I held on tightly.

"Face it, Molly, it's a date." I said to you with a grin. You sighed wearily.

"Fine. You win." I smiled. I like winning.

To my great dismay, Pascal's boat pulled up. That meant that it was time to go.

"You two lovebirds ready to leave now?" He asked.

"Oh! We're not—"you started, but I cut you off.

"Yup, I think we're all set!"

We boarded the boat, and this time you weren't in my arms. I wished you were.

When we got off at Castanet, I offered to walk you home. Aren't I a gentleman?

We arrived at your house around 10:00.

"I had lots of fun today." You told me.

"Me too. Can we do it again?" I asked hopefully.

"Maybe." You said simply. We stood there for a moment, silently. I broke that silence.

"So….can I kiss you?" I leaned in. You put your fingers to my lips.

"Are you kidding me? No kisses on the first date. Even you should know that." You said, before you turned to go into your house.

"So it was a date!" I shouted triumphantly as you walked away. You smiled at me before you closed the door behind you.

I floated all the way home that night. I think we made some progress, don't you? I really hope that we can go out again.

'Cause I am going to get that kiss out of you, one way or another.

Yours (we ARE a couple, there's no use denying it),

Luke