Sidney Prescott (formerly; she and Billy got married towards the end of their senior year of college just a few weeks ago, so she had to remind herself that she was Sidney Loomis now) sat in her childhood bedroom in her father's house, packing up her stuff. She and Billy were moving in together now that they were married and going to live somewhere more peaceful than Woodsboro. She'd miss her father and her friends, but that was it; everything else was just a bloody, blurred memory she'd rather forget.

As she cleaned out some of the boxes to see if there was anything she wanted to take with her, she came across a little pink shoebox with a red heart on the lid.

A smile crossed her face, instantly recognizing it.

When Billy moved to Woodsboro seven years ago, she instantly felt attracted to the brooding bad boy and wanted to get to know him, but she was too shy and found it hard not to get tongue-tied around him. So, rather than embarrass herself, she used her English skills to write little anonymous love notes and slip them into his locker.

It made her happy to see the smile on his face when he opened the note and read its contents. He seemed to enjoy them, so she kept doing it until they started dating.

Sidney pulled the lid off of the box and pulled out the tiny stack of letters. They were tied together with a red ribbon, which she carefully undid and set it aside. Selecting the first letter, she held it up to her face and noticed the date September 6, 1994 written in neat cursive right above the first sentence.

The smile on her face widened. September 6, five days after the first day of school when she met the love of her life. She started reading:

Dear Billy,

You probably don't know who I am, but I know you. I know that you're new here and it's hard for you to make new friends. You probably think that no one here likes you, but you're wrong because…

I like you.

I hope you start liking it here and you want to stay because it would be a tragedy not to see your face in these halls every day.

Your Admirer

A little chuckle fell from Sidney's lips when she read her own words. She remembered the way her heart skipped a beat when she saw him read that letter, the warmth in her cheeks when he smiled at it as if it made his entire year so far. She was so relieved when he didn't rip it up or roll his eyes, but she became overjoyed when she came up behind him with Stu and Tatum to see him taping it to his locker door.

Sidney laid that first letter aside to see the second one, written only one week later.

September 13, 1994

Dear Billy,

I hope you liked the first letter I sent you. I kept erasing lines and crossing things out. Everything sounded too cheesy, like it came from one of the girls I'm sure you've noticed has developed crushes on you.

I know that it sounds cliche, but I'm not like those girls. They like you for your looks and your bad boy image. They just want to be on your arm because it'd make them look good or to upset their strict parents, but I…

I want to be more than that. I like you for your personality. You're sarcastic and moody, but I know there's more to you than that. I know that you're actually kinder than what you let on. I want to be with the Billy Loomis that's hidden from the rest of the school.

Your Admirer

Sidney's eyes softened at this letter. It was the first step she'd taken to confessing her love for him. Ever since he'd joined their friend circle, he'd relaxed a bit and shown them more of who he truly was. He treated her with kindness, went along with Stu's jokes instead of just writing him off as a fool, and had an interesting banter with Tatum and Randy. He belonged with them and it hadn't taken long before she felt like he could belong with her in a romantic sense.

September 20, 1994

Dear Billy,

I heard you made the football team today! I'm really glad that you did, you really seem like you enjoy it. I've seen you practicing on the field a few times. You worked hard for your position and I'm happy that you got it.

I know that you're going to make Woodsboro High proud because unlike Steve Orth or any of the other players on the team, you're participating because you want to bring honor and glory to the school, not honor and glory to yourself. That's why you're better than all of them, Billy. Ignore whatever they tell you. You're the real star.

Also, at the risk of sounding like an overbearing girlfriend or even a mother, don't go out there without protection. Even professional athletes who make millions on just one game can get traumatic head injuries because of one wrong move. It would kill me if you became one of those unfortunate few.

Your Admirer

When Stu, in all his pride for his new best friend, announced to them at the water fountain during lunch that Billy had passed football tryouts, Sidney felt a mixture of delight that he'd succeeded in his goal and terror that he'd get hurt. She never doubted his abilities for one second, but stories and statistics flashed in her brain until her worry for him overcame everything else. That third letter was her way of showing him her concern without embarrassing herself in front of him.

September 27, 1994

Dear Billy,

You won your first game! I knew you could do it! I loved how focused you were, how passionate and determined you were in pulling the win…it made me admire you even more.

Somehow I feel like you're not used to hearing things like that, but they're all true. All of the compliments and other forms of praise…you deserve it all and I want to make sure that you know it.

I believe in you. I will always believe in you.

Your Admirer

She didn't get much further in her letters when her husband's voice drifted from her doorway: "What are you doing, Sid?"

Sidney turned her head and smiled at Billy. "Just getting lost in some nostalgia," she answered.

"Yeah?" He walked over to sit beside her, a smile of his own growing when he noticed the stack of letters.

"Your love letters," he said with a laugh.

"My love letters," she confirmed.

"Do you remember when I finally confronted you about them?"

"How could I forget?"

November 1, 1994

Sidney was at her locker, trading her Math textbook for her History textbook when she noticed in her peripheral vision someone leaning on the locker beside her.

Looking up, she was surprised to see Billy. "Hey, Billy," she said shyly, smiling at her crush.

Billy was smiling at her, but it was different somehow. She couldn't pinpoint it, but it seemed as if he knew something that she didn't.

"Hey, Sid," he returned.

"Do you need something?" She asked, closing her locker and turning to face him. She pushed a strand of brown hair behind her ear with one hand while the other clutched her textbook tightly to her chest.

"Yeah," Billy's grin grew wider as he pulled out a folded piece of paper and held it to her line of vision. "Are we just going to continue acting like you're not my admirer or are we finally going to do something about it?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about…"

A low chuckle fell from his lips and he unfolded the piece of paper and showed her her most recent love letter to him. Then, he took out the English notebook she had lent to him last week.

"Your handwriting is very particular—cursive, neat, pretty," he delighted in the blush that overtook her features. "I recognized it when I looked at your English notes and I put two and two together."

For a minute Sidney's mind went blank. Her English notes were her undoing. Then it raced. What if he thought she was weird? What if he came to tell her that he didn't like her that way? What if he didn't want to be her friend at all now?

Billy stepped forward and immediately silenced every thought in her head when he took her face carefully in both hands and planted a kiss on her lips.

Her eyes widened before they fluttered shut and she instantly deepened the kiss, pouring all of her love and longing into it.

It felt like an eternity before he pulled away, but when he did, he laid his forehead against hers and whispered, "Will you be my girlfriend? As sweet as your letters were, I want the real thing now."

All Sidney could do was nod, smiling like a fool.

"That was the best day of my fifteen-year-old self's life," Sidney mused as she returned her letters to the box and closed it.

Billy smiled lovingly at her and kissed her temple. "Mine, too. I was in love with you since I first met you and when I figured out that you were my admirer, it made me the happiest boy alive," he said.

Sidney turned her body so she was facing Billy completely. "And here we are, seven years later, married and finished with college and ready to move into our new house and start a new life together," she said softly, reaching out and grabbing his hands, holding them tightly.

Billy pecked her lips before resting his forehead on hers. "Thank you for being my admirer," he whispered.

"Thank you for moving to Woodsboro and being my crush."