(REG POV)

Rachel sat on the edge of her bed with her head in her hands. "What have I done?" she groaned as she thought of the letter. "How stupid can I be?"

Her friend Kori sits on the floor watching her regretful friend.

"Maybe he feels the same way?" She guessed.

Rachel snorted, "Yea, I'm sure" She retorted sarcastically.

"Maybe he will no longer be angry at you?"

"Yea, because he'll feel bad for me. He'll stay far away from me, sure. Like maybe if I had said 'like' not 'love'."

"Yes, guys seem to dislike that word very much indeed. Maybe, he didn't read it yet."

"Maybe," Rachel agreed, "Maybe," this time more enthusiastic. "MAYBE!" She stood and shouted, then once more," MAYBE!"

"Uhm, Rachel, I think you are a bit too tired… or maybe just crazy?"

"No, no! You don't understand! All I have to do is sneak in, get the note, and sneak out! Yea!" she said shaking Kori vigorously.

"Like that?" Kori asked referring to Rachel's pajamas. Booty shorts, a tank top, and a side pony.

"Yes! I will be right back!" She shouted enthusiastically then ran out the door and got into her car.

She stopped around the corner and parked. She then ran down the street until she approached Gar's house. Very quietly, she sneaked around the house to a window on the far right side. Silently, she slid the window open and crawled it. The contents of the room were covered in a screen of darkness. She took a step forward only to trip over a pair of sneakers.

"Huh?" A voice called sleepily from the dark abyss. "Kori?"

She looked up only to gasp in horror when she recognized the voice. Richard. She began to tip-toe out of the room when he repeated once more, "Kori? Is that you?"

"Yes, boyfriend Richard. It is me," She said in her best bimbo voice.

"What are you doing?"

"I… uh.."

"No, it's okay, I know."

"You do?" She answered disbelieving.

"Yea," He lifted his bed sheets, "hop in."

She contemplated on a reason on why that isn't a good idea. Not being able to come up with one she climbed into bed and prayed that he would fall asleep soon and she could make a quick get-away. Then she felt him press against her body, wrapping his arms around me. CRAP. She swatted him away, only for him to try once more getting a little more hands-y.

"I'm not in the mood," she stated beginning to get nervous. Then she placed the blankets over her head to hide herself from him.

"I thought you said you weren't in the mood," He said sliding her closer to him once more, then when he wrapped his arms around her waist with a tight grip she kicked him in the groin and jumped out of the bed with a scream. "GET OFF ME, PERV! DAMMIT, RICHARD, WHAT IS YOUR ISSUE?"

"Rachel?" he asked incredulously with a pain in his voice and a groan.

"No," she answers in a high-pitched-Barbie-voice. "Uhh, I have to… tinkle!" Then she runs from the room and into Gar's. There he sits in his wheel chair, asleep. Obviously he was too upset to ask for help. She looked at his hand only to realize the note open, and surprisingly not crumpled up and thrown to the side like she expected. Then she tensed as a hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her into a separate room.

"What are you doing?" Richard whisper-screamed.

"I'm sorry, I was trying to get into Gar's room. I didn't realize it was you until-

"No! What are you doing impersonating Kori?"

"Not my fault you don't know your own-"

"Rachel, what are you doin' here?" Vic asked approaching, "And what are you trying to do? Wake the whole neighborhood?" The he gasped, "OH MY GOD! You guys are having an affair!"

"No, I was just-"

"An affair with Rachel?" Richard snorted, "Yea, right."

"I was just trying to- wait! What? Why not?" She asked.

"Well, you're you."

"Great explanation," she rolled her eyes.

"Stop turning this on me, you're the one who climbed through my window and got into my bed!"

"What the hell? Girl, are you crazy?" Vic joined.

"Ugh! I was only-"

"That's what I said," Dick said to Vic.

"STFU!" Rachel shouted.

They both gasped and gaped at her.

"Rachel?" Vic asked breath taken.

"You speak text?" Dick asked with wide eyes.

She glared at them, "Yes, but that is not the issue. I was trying to get that note from Garfield," She said pointing across the hall.

"Oooooooooooooh," They both replied simultaneously.

"Well, as long as we're not being robbed," Vic said turning and walking away.

"And as long as you're not in my bed anymore, this doesn't involve me, goodnight," then he left too.

"Idiots," she muttered. Then she turned back to Garfield and sighed, covering him with a blanket.

I guess I'm too late, she thought, I'll have to let things wait until the morning.