Meet me at the corner café on Third Street at five o’clock.
- Your Secret Admirer
You stared, slightly scared, at your latest love letter from your secret admirer. You had been getting these for weeks, ever since your vacation to Niagara Falls. Opening a drawer your put the letter with the others; some of the letters had poetry, some were really romantic, and some just plain crept you out. One letter you swore had some blood on it.
“___________, I’m going out with Roderich I’ll see you later!” Eliza shouted on her way out the door. You gulped, you were alone tonight and some creepy stalker was expecting you to meet him at the café.
You looked at the drawer of creepy love letters and said, “Well I’m not an idiot.” With that you settled down on the sofa to watch TV.
About an hour later there was a knock at the door, “Hmm, must be the pizza.” You said reaching for your purse and grabbing the appropriate amount of cash. The doorbell rang this time and several times, “I’m coming! I’m coming!” you shouted back, “Don’t get your shorts in a knot.”
Another round of knocks.
“Give me a minute!” you shouted running to the door and opening it. “Here’s your……money…” Your eyes widened when you realized it wasn’t Lovino with the pizza. “Umm…sorry I thought you were the pizza guy.”
He smirked at you looking you up and down. He had blonde hair that fell to his shoulders, his eyes were covered by a pair of dark shades, he was good looking too. Tall and slim with well hidden muscles. In one hand was a hockey stick.
You raised an eyebrow, “Umm…I’m sorry can I help you?”
“I’m sure you can,” he said appraising you.
“If you’re selling anything I’m not interested,” you said in a monotone.
You gave an awkward smile and went to close the door slowly. His foot stopped you. “I don’t think so.”
“I don’t want to buy anything,” you said slightly annoyed.
With his hand he pushed the door wide open, “Oh, I’m not selling anything __________.”
Your eyes widened, “H-how do you know my name?”
He gently grabbed your chin in his hand, making you look up at him, “I’m your secret admirer.” With that he kissed your mouth.
Still in a forum of shock you just stood there. When you finally realized what was going on you put your arms up to try and push him away. “S-stop-mmph!”
Your secret admirer pushed in passed the door and slammed it behind him.
“The name is Matthiu,” he said sweeping you off your feet and carrying you bridal style to the couch.
“Put me down!” you said struggling.
Once the he got to the couch he dropped you onto the sofa. You bounced once before you tried to stand up, he just pushed you back down.
“I’m only going to tell you this once, ____________,” Matthiu said crouching down to meet you square in the eye, “I’m not leaving. It’s your fault for being so damn beautiful anyway.” He said kissing you again.
You blushed at the compliment and stopped fighting. It turned out all he wanted was a date. So the two of you ate pizza and watched TV. In the end, by some strange twist, the two of you started to go out.