Author's Note: Hello, everyone! I'm back. The results of my Math and Science tests weren't that satisfying...but thank you for your wishes! And good luck for GuitarRockAngel398 for your test next week. I wish you the best of luck, darling!

Anyway, here is the chapter I promised all of you ;) Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Eleanor Walker.

P.S. A little dedication - this one is for my boyfriend :3

Paul's POV

I spent my time writing songs, playing the guitar, smoked with John when Eleanor was busy studying. I couldn't understand why she hadn't gone crazy because of studying too hard. I would always watch her from far during her dismissals, and she would always come out looking very calm and not tired or stressed.

I felt very lonely when she's not around these past few weeks. She would always lock herself in her room studying instead of coming out to play and watch her flowers bloom and see the cold winter turn into spring.

Dad was worried about me, because I kept on pacing back and forth in the living room—waiting for Eleanor.

"Why don't you go and visit her?" Dad suggested.

I did once. I thought Mrs. Walker would answer the door, but Mr. Walker did, instead. I felt uncomfortable when he's around, because Eleanor had been complaining about him all the time.

"Can Eleanor come out, sir?" I asked him politely.

"She's studying, Paul." He said sternly, and then shut the door on my face.

Eleanor was right—he'd changed.

I went to Cynthia for advice on what I should do to still have contact with Eleanor. She told me to write letters to Eleanor. She knew that Eleanor was very fond of letters.

I started to write letters for her weekly. I would put my letters to her every Sunday in her mailbox, because she always checked the mailbox every Sunday morning. And I also put a bouquet of flowers on her doorstep every Friday morning before she went to school. I watched from far, and she grinned when she came out to find a bouquet of different kinds of flowers every Friday on her doorstep.

"Such a lovely surprise!" she remarked.

She looked around, but didn't see me.

Eleanor's POV

My month had been very stressful, and my head felt like it was going to explode. I often cry at night, because of too much useless information. I'd been very grumpy after coming home from school, and always craved for food.

And then all of a sudden without wanting it to happen, I received a letter from Paul one Sunday morning. It became a weekly routine. In each letters, he told me how much he missed me and he longed to meet me again.

I almost forgot Paul. I almost forgot that Paul and I were dating. Thank God, he started to write letters for me and put them in my mailbox as a reminder.

I found flowers on my doorstep one Friday morning before school. I knew they were from Paul. I picked it up, and sniffed the fresh fragrance of the flowers.

"Such a lovely surprise!" I grinned.

I looked around, hoping to see Paul standing somewhere with more flowers or his guitar, but I couldn't spot him. Oh, how much I longed to be back into his arms!

I brought them in, and I noticed there was a letter between the stems.

"My," mother sighed, "who gave you these beautiful flowers?"

"Paul did, mum!" I grinned, looking up.

"Paul did?" dad asked. "It must've cost him a fortune! Those flowers look absolutely expensive! Give 'em back to him!"

"Eleanor can't send them back to him!" mum defended. "Can't you see it, Thomas? Paul sent them these flowers to Eleanor, because he loves her!"

"Yes, I know about it crystal clear, Gloria," dad said.

I raised an eyebrow at my parents' conversation. I unfolded the card, and read it.

Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl. – Paul

It was a bit cheesy, but it was very sweet and romantic. Oh, how much I loved my young love life!

"Eleanor's boyfriend is Paul?" dad asked.

"Oh, don't make a fuss out of it, dad! It's old news!" I said. "Well, at least, I am still able to concentrate on my studies, right?"

"Yes, but—"

"Can I go now? I'll be late for school."

"Right. Have fun, then, darling."

I walked out, and put the note inside my bag. It felt good to be young and in love, even though some times young love could drive you wild—but it felt wonderful!

"Oh, how wonderful love is!" I sighed.

Author's Note: I think this one is a bit short, but it's alright. I might - might - be back again tomorrow after I watch Hugo for the second time with my friends. Tomorrow is my best friend's birthday and also Pattie Boyd's birthday! Hooray! (Different timezone, darlings).

Before I go, I recommend you to watch My Week With Marilyn for those who haven't. It is such a lovely movie about Marilyn Monroe! Michelle Williams did a wonderful job!

I'll see you tomorrow, my beloved readers! :*