You have only a few seconds to guess who wrote the letter! Hurry up and think! If you get it right you will win:

Nothing!

Last chance to guess! The extra space(hopefully if it shows up) is to buy you some seconds!

:D

Freddie knew Drew had liked Sam for a while. Drew made this clear when he asked Freddie for a favor.

"You want me to what?"

"Help me write a poem. You're good at all that mushy stuff, right?"

"Sure, but why am I doing this?"

"First of all," Drew said reaching into his pocket and handing Freddie something, "Here's five bucks. Second of all, I'll owe you one. And you know how sweet it is to get a favor from a football player like me? Pretty stinkin' sweet, bro."

So Freddie took a pen from his pocket and ripped a scrap of paper from the corner of last week's homework. "Okay, so who are we making this out to?"

"This girl in my bio. Sam, I think."

Freddie abruptly dropped his pen and hastily reached down to retrieve it. "As in . . . Puckett?"

"Ah, you know her?"

"Well . . . yeah. Okay," Freddie straightened out and positioned his pen, trying to get a hold of himself, "Let's start this. So . . . What do you like about her?"

He smiled. "She's hot."

Freddie made a face. "Okay and what else."

Drew tried to think. "She's got a nice body."

"Yes, we've covered that. I mean like her smile, the way she kind of snorts when she laughs . . ." He trailed off

"Um, her hair is pretty awesome. And her clothes, too. Mm."

Freddie gave up on this shallow man. "Here, I'll make something up. Just don't think too much, okay? Don't want you to hurt yourself."

Drew didn't pick up on the sarcasm. Ugh. "Great, see you tomorrow, bro."

"Yeah, see you . . . . bro. . ." Freddie tried out the word but it didn't sound right on his tongue. Never going to say that ever again. He turned back and did what he never thought he would ever do: he wrote a poem for Sam.

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"No way."

"Got the proof right here, Detective Shay." Sam waved the note in front of her wide-eyed friend.

"Well don't be a selfish little birdie, read it to me!" Carly looked so excited for her that Sam caved.

Sam cleared her throat. Then she stretched her shoulders and her hands, clearly stalling. Carly rolled her eyes, "Ugh! Just give it to me!" Carly snatched it and read it out loud to Sam. Sam really didn't care what it said, it was probably just another prank anyway. It always was.

"Eyes like sapphires, they shine with laughter.

Breathless at your smile, weak at your voice.

I want to wipe away the tears you cry, I want to kiss away your sorrow.

I want to be with you, If you'll let me.

Please let me."

Sam winced and took back the paper while Carly pretended to feel faint. "Its like a cheesy soap opera, its unsigned." She gasped suddenly, "Who do you think it is?"

"I don't know. But whoever he is, he has heart of stone. Doesn't he know its impolite to leave a girl a love letter and cantaloupe without her permission. Hm. The nerve."

"Well don't say that – "Carly realized what Sam had said. "Cantaloupe? As in cousin of the watermelon and brother of the honeydew?"

Sam reached into her back pocket and pulled out a plastic baggie filled to the top with juicy orange goodness and smirked. "The one and only."

Carly reached for it. "Well don't be selfish with your fruit. Give me some of that." Sam chucked and handed her some which Carly ate greedily. "You got to give some props, the guy knows you well. Oh my God, this is fantabulous!" She sighed while she wiped the juice from her chin.

Sam shrugged and bit off a bit of her own. "So he sends me love letters and juicy fruit. Big whoop. Stanley sent me grapes in Pre-K."

Carly finished off her cantaloupe. "I thought you hated grapes?"

"Oh, I do. But if freeze them you can throw them at people." Sam smiled. "Ah, that was the best month of my life."

"Until the sushi truck?"

Sam winked at her. "Until the sushi truck."

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"And we're out!" Freddie laughed at Carly and Sam's latest prank on Lewbert.

Carly high-fived Sam and shook the glitter out of her hair. "So any update on lover-boy?"

"Hm?" Sam was busy fiddling with her cell phone.

Freddie raised one of his eyebrows. Some people would say this made him look cute, but Sam thought he just looked retarded. "Ooh, Sam. Are you crushing on some unlucky guy?"

"One more of those and your face is going to be unlucky." Sam glared at him and he just rolled his eyes the way Sam hates. "FYI, some guy is crushing on me."

Freddie just looked at her for a moment, and then shook his head as if to clear it. Weirdo. "I'm pretty sure that's close to impossible." He finally managed.

Sam shot daggers with her eyes while she reached into her sock and shoved the note in Freddie's face. "Read it and weep Fredturd."

He winced. "It smells like socks." He read the words, mouthing them as he went. He scrunched his eyebrows. "Well would you look at that."

Sam snatched it back. "He should have the guts to do it in person."

Carly sighed. "Sam, it's still really sweet of him to write you a poem."

Sam rolled her eyes. They just didn't get it. Yeah, it was nice to get a love letter, but it would be better to have some guy that actually likes her so much that he would go out of his way to show it to her in person. Sam was a . . . special girl and she needed a guy that could rise up to her challenges.

Next time, she thought, it better be in the flesh and up close.

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Feddie groaned. He had to tell Drew. How could they pull this off in person?

You have to admit, Y'all knew it was Freddie. But how will he pull it off in person? How can he pretend to be Drew?

idk . . . . . . .. . . . . . :)