Theresa moaned as she opened her eyes. "What?" She said, wiping them. She looked outside and saw that it was probably in the middle of the night. Everything was all a dream.

She groaned.

"That sucks," She told herself. She was about to go to a date with Jay, and the next thing she finds out it's all a dream.

Theresa got out of bed and went downstairs to get a glass of milk. Then footsteps came from the hall. She gasped slightly, then ran into the kitchen. Theresa hid behind the counter, then the lights flashed on. Someone was here.

They yawned, and opened the refrigerator door. Theresa sighed. It was just Jay.

What are you talking about? Just Jay? He's you're crush, and not just a person. Get up and look good. And be nice.

Theresa shook her head. She was fighting against her own mind? She was getting crazy!

She brought herself to her feet.

"Err, hi, Jay," She said, smiling. Jay smiled at her.

"What's up?" He asked. Theresa bit her lip. What was she going to say next?

"I'm bored. I can't go back to sleep. I hate it!" She growled.

"Why?" He asked her. Theresa sighed. "Have you ever got a dream when something awesome happens, then the next second, you find out it's a dream?" She asked. Jay nodded.

"That's why it's called a dream," he joked. Theresa smiled, but disappointed inside. Jay looked at her, realizing she was serious.

"What happened?" Jay asked. Theresa shook her head gently. "Nah. It wasn't important. I'll get through it," She told him.

Sure, she told HIM, but what about herself?

---

Theresa sighed as the sun came up. Atlanta was outside flirting with Archie nonstop, which made Theresa sad. Atlanta waved good bye to her "boyfriend" and walked towards Theresa.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Atlanta asked. Theresa sighed. "I had a dream that Jay had asked me out, you were happy for me, but I wake up realizing it's all fake. Why can't something be real for once?"

"I'll tell you what's real," Atlanta said, laughing.

"What?"

"Real fun!" Atlanta exclaimed. "What are you talking about?" Theresa asked. Atlanta smiled.

"Let's go to the beach. Get dressed and you'll forget about this. Romance is probably the hardest thing to start."

Theresa smiled. "Thanks, 'Lanta. I owe you one."

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Theresa opened her door and noticed something on her bed.

She picked it up. It was a piece of paper. She turned it over a read it.

Theresa,

Your heart and soul of gold

I wish I had your hands to hold

But who I am I must not say

For I'm afraid

You don't feel this way.

Guess who?

Theresa gasped. A note? From who? She bit her lip and stuffed it in her purse. She had to tell Atlanta!

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Atlanta screamed in excitement.

"YOU HAVE A SECRET ADMIRER'S NOTE!" She screamed. Theresa bit her lip again.

"I know! I know! I KNOW!" Theresa squealed. "Who do you think it's from?" Atlanta asked. Theresa shrugged.

"Jay?" Theresa asked. Atlanta shook her head. "It could be, could be not. It's a high possibility that it's not him, since Neil writes this way, not Jay."

Theresa thought a moment.

"But Neil isn't a good poet. Jay is," She said.

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Ha, ha, ha! A mystery! Who is it? Jay or Neil? Guess, guess, guess! Isn't the note romantic? Ah, maybe not. But who cares? Theresa got a SAN! (Secret Admirer's Note) I'll update soon! Very soon! Muhahaha! I get to choose! This is awesome! I don't know…should I use Neil? Or Jay? I'll decide later. Haha! Review and you shall see!