Chapter 3

"Um…" replied Manny partially shocked.

"Listen I'm just gonna … I don't know… get lost." Half hurt by Sean's threatening yet begging glare. "I'll talk to you later and I'll expect details." teased Marco into Manny's ear as he quickly hugging her and left.

"So Sean you wanted to speak to me?"

"Um ya….. Damn I suck at this kind of stuff so I'm just going to tell you straight. Manny…I like you."

"Wh..What? You like ME?"

"Ya." replied Sean as he ran his hand gently down her cheek. Manny smiled as he ran his thumb across her lip. She then felt his warm soft lips kissed her cheek as he moved toward her lips. The warmth of his kiss made her feel like she had just been hit by lightening. When they broke a wave of mix emotions hit her. As she snapped back to earth and saw him walking away she felt a note in her pocket and knew he'd be back

That night Marco couldn't help but wonder what had happened after he had left. He called her three times before giving up and letting his mind wonder to his own problems. He thought hard about what Dylan had said as he pulled a stack of letters out of his desk. As he finished rereading then one by one he sat them on the bed. After he finished the last letter he laid his head back on his headboard and sighed. He felt overwhelming confusion toward the guy writing the letters, who ever he was. Marco's mind was being bombarded by questions, but two kept coming to mind. "Do I love this guy?" "What about my feelings for Dylan, are they real or just my hormones getting the better of me?"

His thoughts were cut short when he saw someone enter his room. He quickly threw his blanket over the letters and looked up.

"Hi Ma" replied Marco as he sighed in relief. "I thought you were Pa."

"I can see that. So any leads on your mystery man?"

"No, but he said it won't be long until he reveals himself…so."

"Well son that's great. Oh, the reason I came in here is to tell you your father is on his way home so I'd advise you put those away."

"Ok Ma. Wait…how did you know I was.."

"Easy" interrupted Mrs. Del Rossi. "Everyday you come home and read those letters, searching for some clue to who wrote them. Son a monkey would know your schedule. Anyway dinner will be ready in 10.

"Kay Ma. I'm almost done here."

Dinner went on without a hitch as the family talked about their days and went there separate ways. Marco could hear his parents talking in the kitchen as he changed into his pajama bottoms. He knew he should have stayed and helped with the dishes, but had other things on his mind.