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A/N-This is my first fanfic, so please be nice…and R&R!

Chapter 1-Secret Admirer

Frankie stood with Frank outside in the hard, pouring rain. Frank was dropping her off at the Home. "Bye, Frank!", Frankie said cheerfully as she waved good-bye to him and left him staring blankly at the door. "Whew! That was one looong date!", she said. "Miss Frances, Miss Frances…MISS FRANCES!," said a booming voice. "What?!! Geez, I'm coming…" Frankie said. She doggedly climbed the stairs and found the source of the voice, Mr. Herriman. "Miss Frances, there is a bag of flowers for you and a love letter included", said Herriman. Frankie wasn't fazed by it, because she thought it was her b/f of 5 months…Frank. She found the gifts meant for her, and she opened the letter. She dropped her jaw. The letter said, "From Matt". Who the hell is Matt? Frankie wondered. I don't know any Matt's! She quickly skimmed through the letter. It said:

Dearest Frankie,

I have been watching you now, and I wanted to say that you are the most beautiful person in the world. I know that you have a boyfriend, but that is not stopping me from admiring you…meet me at the Foster Park at 2:00 p.m, this Saturday, okay? Hope to see you there!

Your admirer,

Matt Martin

"Greaaat, now I have a stalker!" she said with sarcasm. "Frankie, come quick!" said Bloo. "What is it?," Frankie said. "Madame Foster is laying unconscious on her bed!" "OMG! What happened to her?!! Is she okay?" screeched Frankie. She and Bloo ran to the scene of the incident. They found Wilt standing over her. "Oh, hey guys! I'm trying to revive Madame Foster," said a calm Wilt. Frankie ran over to her grandmother. "Grandma, can you hear me?" whispered Frankie. All of a sudden, Madame Foster woke up. "What is everyone doing around my bed?" she questioned. "I was sleeping!" Frankie gave Bloo an icy glare. "Whaaat? I thought she was near death," Bloo said. Frankie chased after him for a while, and then sat down to rest a while. She instantly thought of Matt. Thoughts pondered in her head like: Should I meet him? Am I betraying Frank by wanting to meet him? What if Frank finds out? What if Matt kidnaps me, or rapes me? Frankie decided in her mind that she was going to meet him. "Oh, crap! I forgot that I had a date with Frank on that day at that time! What am I gonna do?" Frankie searched frantically for her cell phone. She was going to have to cancel her date with Frank. She dialed his number. "Please pick up," she pleaded in her mind. He picked up. "Hello?" he said. "Ummm…hey babe, this is Frankie. I have to tell you something," said Frankie. "Frankie? What's up, hun?" said Frank. Frankie was kind of skeptical about the whole thing. "I'm calling to cancel our date on Saturday because…I'm sick! cough cough See?" Frankie faked a cough. "Well, I'm sorry babe, I hope you feel better…I have to go…Bye," Frank said and hung up. As she heard the dial tone on her cell phone, Frankie REALLY felt sick to her stomach. "What have I done?" she whispered into the air.

Well, I hope you liked this chapter! There will be more to come! Keep on rating and reviewing!