Wow…what a wonderful bunch of reviews! *Gives reviewers Peppercat-shaped candy*

Thanks to-

Queen of fire and chaos- Thanks for reviewing, your e-mails and support! *Gives you extra candy* Here's the long awaited chapter 3. I tried to make it as long as possible for you.

Nekoian- Ah, yes…Peppercat. I knew something was missing *adds her into Chpaters 1 +2*. Thanks for the reminder.

msm007- You'll know around the 6th chapter + but this story hasn't all been made yet so it might change. I want to keep you all in suspense for as long as possible. HAHAHA!

Warior- Wouldn't you like to know, heheh..

Samantha- Hehe..I think I'll enjoy keeping you in suspence ^_^ You'll find out soon enough. I'll TRY adn make chapters a lil' longer, it's just that my chapter/story plans split the whole plot into different litle sections so there's only so much I can type into it.

Forever Again- Hmmm...oh yeah..she DOES like pink. *Hits herself* Anyway I needed a "romantic" colour that Samantha wouldn't like so I chose pink. Thanks for pointing that out.

Nico2- Thanks for the last review I just needed!

Belmont- Will you go out with me? ;p Kiddin'

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Samantha's Valentine

Chapter 3- Just thinking of you

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(Scene: The bedroom of Samantha's Valentine. POV of the Valentine. "You" refers to Samantha.)

Curtains stir silently in the breeze, drifting in and out of my bedroom. I close the windows shut and walk back to by original place.

*Sigh*

I stretch out on my front in bed smiling at a whole bunch of pictures of you. They're all splayed out onto my pillow and headboard, filling in almost every available space.

A slender finger runs down the side of my favourite photo. It's a picture of your face Samantha. And it's grinning back at me in that cool, sly way of yours. I grin back trying to mimic your expression and look into those fiery eyes. Why can't people see that you are beautiful?

Passionate?

Strong?

Confident?

Funny?

Cute?

Or just plain wonderful?

I place the photo carefully back into it's own space on my table then randomly pick up another picture.

You're angry and chasing after a bunch of poor scared little kids.

Haha, you look kind of funny and cute in this one, so comical. This photo always makes me laugh.

I pick up another photo- one which is in the centre of my headboard. It's a rare snapshot.

You're in a kimono at a new year's party we once went to. There you are near the end of row genuinely smiling with your hair piled in a neat bun o your head. You really do look beautiful, dropping your tough-girl façade to join in with the new-year spirit.

And this one…is of you ballet dancing. I asked very nicely to your Nanny after the International ro-battle match if I could keep that photo.

Do you know how many pictures I have of you?

Over a hundred!

But that's still not enough.

I sigh again, wishing the real thing- YOU were here with me.

DO you know how I got these pictures?

When I was around at Erika's house I took some from her old draft editions of school newspapers. She's a pretty good photographer as she's captured the best, worst, funniest and most sombre moments of you. So many expressions...

I take a key out from it's hiding place under my pillow then unlock one of the doors connected to my room. It's dark and dimly moonlit so I flick on the light switch.

This place is special.

It's meant to be a closet for old clothes, shoes and books but I've made this into some place very special through hours of decorating it.

Every space of it is filled with a picture of you.

Yes, that's how obsessed I am.

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"ARGH!"

*Rip, tear, scrunch*

Samantha threw the screwed ball of paper over her shoulder and tossed it with great accuracy into the waste paper basket across the room. It almost went it until Peppercat tipped the basket slightly so it would fall straight inside.

"Boss…?" Peppercat asked with concern, "Don't you need to sleep now? It's getting late."

"NO!" Samantha carried on scribbling. Coming up with a plan to get rid of this pesky valentine was harder then she fought. Normally, most her problems would be to do with winning ro-battles or keeping up her tough reputation. Those could be solved with violence! But not this time…

This was totally different and she just couldn't figure out how to deal with it. It was driving her nuts.

"ARGH!"

This time she tore the paper up with her teeth.

Peppercat backed away slightly. It was a rather scary sight to see.

"ARGH!! THIS IS USELESS."

She picked up her pencil as if she were using a carving knife and began repeatedly stabbing the paper ball over and over and over again.

Just then the door opened.

"Samantha." A soft but firm voice called.

She let go of the pencil and leapt back a few feet into the wall. What is SHE doing here now? Is she here to scold me for…being up so late? Not finishing my daily chores? Making all that racket?

"MOM?"

"Samantha." Her mother said again. The repetition of her name made her feel uneasy.

"Ye-yes-yes?"

Her face was as stern as usual and half hidden by shadow. In her left hand she lifted up the pink valentine's card and red heart-shaped card (slightly splattered with mayonnaise when Samantha had thrown them in the trash).

"This."

Samantha was almost visibly trembling. Oh no, SHE KNOWS! DAMNIT, DAMNIT, DAMNIT!

"Samantha…why didn't you ever tell me of this before? And why did you make nanny promise not to tell me?"

"Because…err.."



"You don't have to hide secrets from me."

"Ma!"

"Don't you trust me?"

"I- I didn't want to but it's just all too weird!"

"Weird?" Her mother pulled a face then smiled sweetly. "This is inevitable!"

"Huh?"

"Oh, I just knew one day someone would notice the sweet charms of my Sammy!" she sighed.

"Rwoow?" Peppercat tilted her head in a confused way. She didn't expect this.

"Oh Sammy!" her mom gushed and gave her a tight hug, "What a perfect suitor!"

"WHA? WHAT?" Samantha stammered, "But mom, don't you find it a little weird?"

"Oh no- hush dear, not at all!" her mother replied hugging her tighter, "You two will make such a perfect couple."

Peppercat nearly fainted from shock. This was TOO TOO weird.

"Help…me" Samantha twitched.

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Back at a certain someone's house-

*Yawn* 1:20a.m. I really should be sleeping, you're properly already tucked up in bed.

On the back of a picture of you smiling I write- "I'll always love you! Wherever this picture of your smile goes, my love will go."

I walk out of my closet- or shrine to you and walk towards the window.

I open the it with one hand and look out into the clear, warm, starry night. The full moon and stars, sparkling with their light, illuminate the sky around them in glossy shades of white and blue.

A breeze rustles my spiky bangs cooling my face and softly touching my cheek. With eyes half closed, smiling, I sigh. My other arm, with your photo and message in hand, extends outwards towards a column of wind passing by.

As it picks up enough speed to carry your picture away I let go and watch it, with your smiling face on, pirouette then glide away towards the heart of Riverview.

What a beautiful night. I slowly close my eyes and sigh wishing someone was beside me- you.

One day we'll share moments like these together, Samantha. Please, take me seriously. Let all those tokens of my affection have some effect on you. I've meant all those things I've said so far.

I mean everything I say and I don't care if you don't believe me or don't –want- to believe me. I'll make you see how much I love you in the end.

You're the one for me and I will become the one for you- it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks because I've gone past all of that. What other people think won't ever effect how I feel.

I'll make sure that one day I'll become the object of your desire. Just you wait and see.

Once I had a dream we went on a date together in the park. It was a bright cheery summer's day and everything looked so fine.

It was just you and me with no one else to intervene or make fun of us. We were happy, so happy just being together, letting loose, talking about anything and everything and having a great time without that bad-girl façade of yours and without anyone like Erika to annoy us.

I hope you'll be able to talk to me so freely and openly as you did in that dream someday because the "you" I saw was everything I've always wanted…

One day that dream will become a reality.

I'll make it real- WE'LL make it real.

I won't give up on you, not ever…even if it drives you crazy.

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The end of part 3.

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