❝You big dummy! You had me so worried!❞

❝Sorry...❞

❝Are you okay? Can you at least answer that?❞

❝I'm sorry, 103. I've just been down in the dumps and didn't want to put it all on you.❞

❝Why?❞

❝...❞

❝Oh, c'mon London. What happened?❞

❝She's been getting love letters...❞

❝Love letters?❞

❝Yes, love letters!❞

❝...And they're not from you, are they?❞

❝No. But I wish I was that clever to have thought of that. I just knew all of this was a bad idea in the first place. Something always plays against me...❞

❝London, don't be so hard on yourself dude. It's not over til it's over.❞

❝Yeah, well now Delilah has a secret admirer who is leaving her notes in her locker everyday and I think that she thinks it's me! ❞

❝Well take the credit!❞

❝Well from what Annabella told me, this guy is like freaking Shakespeare! I can't take credit for that! I can barely make a Dr. Seuss rhyme!❞

*sigh*

❝Well then this means we're going to have to step up our game then.❞

❝What? How?❞

❝You're going to get that date with her, regardless of who is sending her letters.❞

❝And how exactly is that going to happen?❞

❝Words on paper are cute, don't get me wrong. But make the right actions and you'll be the one that comes out on top, trust me.❞

❝HOW?❞

❝Easy, my dear boy. You go in for the kill.❞

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