Chapter Two
Ed went in to work the following day like nothing out of the ordinary happened. He argued with his boss. He dealt with Armstrong's rants and Hughes' pictures. Within the next few hours, he completely forgot about the somewhat creepy note. He was in his office reading a book when someone decided to walk in, a paper in hand.
"Hey, Ed, I didn't know you had a love life!"
It was Hughes, of course. Ed closed the book, raising an eyebrow. "Love life?" he asked.
"Yeah, although some of the things that whoever you secret admirer is wrote down are a little…odd…" Hughes explained, holding out a folded piece of white paper. Confused, Ed took the paper from his outstretched hand and began reading it.
"Not another one of these!" He exclaimed, his voice thick with frustration, "Where did you get this, Hughes?"
"You mean you don't really have a love life?" Hughes asked, sounding let down, "You're seventeen! One more year and you can get married and start raising your own little family!"
"Not with this guy." Ed replied, "So where did you get this? And don't say little, Maes."
"I found it under your door when I came in for work this morning."
The blonde frowned, turning the paper over in his hand, "Well, if you find another just remember that I don't want it." He decided, "Thanks anyway. See you later."
"Yep, have a good one." Hughes replied, and took the opportunity to leave and finish up his own work. When he was gone, Ed frowned and read over the so-called love note one more time:
You didn't reply to my last letter. I'm very disappointed in you. I'd suggest you stop ignoring me, because if you know how much I love you, you'll know that I won't stop at anything to get you.
He let a short, nervous laugh pass his lips and he folded the paper back in half. That was definitely worse than the first one. Yawning, he placed the paper in one of his folders and then stood up. It was about time he got home for the night. He was tired.