Gene and Louise waited for Tina at her locker. School was about to start and she was getting her books. In amongst her things she found a small pink envelope with hearts draw on it.

"What's this?" Tina asked her self.

"Its an envelope and it smells like…" Gene sniffs the envelope, "Dad's deodorant. Yuck."

"Did you steal Dad's mail?" Louise asked, "Cause that's a federal offence missy. I learned that the hard way."

"What's the hard way?" Gene curiously questioned.

"I asked Mike the mail man for Mr. Fronds mail and he wouldn't give it to me because it's a federal offence."

"How is that the hard way?"

"It's not Dad's mail," Tina announced, "It's a love letter."

"How do you know that?" Gene asked.

"Because it's pink and has hearts drawn on it."

"Sounds gross." Louise moaned.

"It says 'Dear Tina, Roses are red, violets are blue, I think I like-like you. I wonder who it's from, Maybe Jimmy Junior?"

Louise and Gene began walking away, "I don't know" said Gene.

"I don't care." Said Louise.

Jimmy Junior walked by Tina to his locker. She looked at him, wondering if he was capable of writing her a love note. She shook her head. 'Jimmy only communicates feeling through dance' she thought to herself. As much as Tina wanted the letter to be from Jimmy Junior, she knew it wasn't.

He looked over at her with his puppy dog eyes. They looked so full of love. Maybe it was from Jimmy. She would never know unless she told him.

"What are you looking at me for Tina?" Jimmy Junior asked.

"Oh, I just wanted to say thank you for this letter you put in my locker."

"I didn't do that."

"Oh, it's just because it's a love letter so I thought it must have been you."

"Someone sent you a love letter? Who was it? Was it Lenny?"

"I don't know, if it wasn't you, I have no idea."

"Well Tina, they're probably ugly, why else would they not write their name on it?"

"I guess you're right."

"So it doesn't matter then, you can throw it in the bin."

The bell rings. Jimmy walked to his first class, Tina watched his butt wiggle as he walks. That was the thing she liked best about Jimmy Junior. Tina questioned herself, 'is what I have with Jimmy superficial? Do I only like him for his butt. Maybe this is the real thing.' Tina held the letter to her lips.

She whispered, "I need to know who you are."