A/N: hey I'm here once again at your service!!!! Since I was pretty bored here at home, I decided to write chapter 3. Since I promised the juicy part is on chapter 3, here it is!!! Okay that was a bit lame but don't say I didn't try…

Thanks by the way to Jade Roxanne, Ally Quagmire, jess and Sara and her Pinkys (I haven't read book 10 since it still hasn't been released here in our country. Damn. And thank u soooo much for reviewing Paperplane. you are the best!) for taking their time in reviewing chapter 2. Salamat!!!!

Disclaimer: A.S.U.E. is not mine. but I'm sorry to say I borrowed something from the poem "Flower Song" by Khalil Gibran. But look I'm disclaiming it so I am not guilty for stealing it. okay I'll shut up now.

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Chapter 3: A Secret Admirer

Violet bent down and picked up the piece of paper at her feet. She unfolded it and saw a short poem written across the paper.

"I am the lover's gift, I am the molding wreath;

I am the memory of a moment of happiness'

I am the lost gift of the living to the dead;

I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow."

Violet felt a tear forming in her eye as she finished reading the poem. As the poem rang in her mind, it suddenly reminded her of Duncan. How he was always there to cheer her up. Violet looked down at the end of the paper.

From: your Secret Admirer

Violet's mind raced. Secret Admirer??? She thought. Who could that be??? She refolded the paper and tucked it inside her pocket. She sniffed the rose in her hand and sat at one of the bales of hay. Little did she know, the four were still outside, waiting for her to go out.

As Violet twirled the rose in her hand, Duncan's voice rang outside.

"Hey Violet!"

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Duncan entered the Orphan Shack.

There, on one of the bales of hay, sat Violet, twirling something on her hand.

"Is there's something wrong?" Duncan asked as he stepped up beside Violet. He took a closer look on her hand. She was holding a rose. At first, it took a while for Duncan's mind to process what it was, but he soon realized…

"Uh, what's that?"

…the flower Violet was holding was from him…

"Oh," Violet said, reality dawning on her. "I don't know. A flower as far as I can tell." "Uhm, who is it from?" Duncan said, peering over at Violet's face. There was a half shocked-thinking expression on it.

"That's what I'm thinking of. It seems…"

Violet's voice trailed off.

"…I have a secret admirer."

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Violet looked up at Duncan. He had a worried expression on his face as he looked back at her.

"Oh it's nothing." Violet said, waving her hand. "Maybe some guy's just fooling around." She paused. "Or maybe it's for Isadora."

Duncan shook his head. "Maybe you're right." Violet stood up and took out her notebook out of the back of the bale. She opened one page and tucked the rose neatly between it. She pressed the notebook together and placed it down afterwards.

"We better go." Violet said as she straightened up. "I'm not in the mood to watch Nero eat a bag of candy in front of me." Duncan laughed as Violet smiled. The two walked on and stepped outside.

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"Finally the two of you steps outside!"

Duncan looked across at Isadora. Her hands were held against her waist and she had an impatient expression oh her face.

"Okay we're sorry." Violet said, walking towards Isadora. "My fault."

"You know, we better get going. Nero's recitals will start any minute now." Klaus said, wiping the lenses of his glasses.

"Where's Sunny?" Violet asked.

"Gerplack!" a small voice cried behind Klaus.

"Okay…"

Isadora and Klaus started walking towards the recital hall as Sunny crawled behind them. Duncan, on the other hand, walked beside Violet. Violet took out the piece of paper she got earlier out of her pocket. She unfolded it and looked at it with great confusion. (I don't how to say it! I'm having a hard time with my vocabulary you know.)

"Uh Duncan?" Violet whispered over at Duncan. "Do you, by any chance, know this poem?"

Duncan looked over at Violet and almost froze in his tracks. He took the paper and read the poem written across it. The title of the poem rang in his mind, but his mouth refused to say it. Since, as we all know, that little gift to Violet was in fact from Duncan, Violet's secret admirer.

"Uhm, sorry Violet…I don't…"

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A/N: oh my god!!!! chapter 3 is done!!! Aaahhhh!!!! How fast!!!! Well hope you guys like it and never ever forget to REVIEW it… your reviews are the only ones that inspire me to write more chapters… and my crushes of course.. oh well… just REVIEW okay??????? Yeash!!! Never leave this site without clicking that 'Go' button below!!!! Hehehe just kidding…