Tuesday, June 13th, 2017: 

Well, last night after the pork-off I headed to the treehouse and left my note there for you, Ross. Wanna know why? Because if there was anything place in Los Angeles you'd ever come back to, it'd be that treehouse, but sadly when I came this morning, the note was still pinned to the boards of the house. 

You didn't come, did you? But I came up with an idea when I came up here this morning. Remember how we always said that we wanted to pull of successful strike, well now here's our chance - I'm protesting the demolition of the Lynch-Marano treehouse. 

That's right, Miss Laura Scarlett Marano is back with another one of her brilliant ideas to save the day. But I know that one person trying to save the treehouse won't work, so I've decided to convince Vanessa and your siblings to help me save the treehouse. Unfortunately ... 

Rocky said, "No." 

Riker and Ryland said, "Heck no." 

Rydel said, "Hell ... no." 

And Vanessa said, "Over my dead body." 

But don't worry, I'll have them convinced before the end of the month. Once they know how this treehouse means to you and I, they'll be sure to join in on the protests. Just like we always dreamed of. 

I remember when I was a Girl Scout and all my customers slammed their doors in my face. That's exactly what your siblings did to me when I asked them to join in on the protest. And my sister, who locked the door on me for a good hour, even though we live in the same house ... and share the same room. How odd, huh? 

But, I will sit in that treehouse all day and all night during the demolition of our treehouse. I don't care if they have to drag me out kicking and screaming, I will save the treehouse if it's the last thing I do. 

Do you think it's worth the fight, Ross? I know you're not here to give me that answer, but I'd at least like to know that I'm fighting for a good cause, not some eighteen-year-old holding onto some juvenile memory like a little girl. Please, give me a sign. 

Anyways, I decided to listen to a new song in our treehouse today as I write this new note to you. I believe it's called I Lied by Fifth Harmony. It's really good. In my top five even. If you ever come back, we will listen to this song over and over and over again until you get tired of listening to it. 

In other news, I watched Paper Towns again today. I was trying to figure out if you could've hidden any sorts of clues to me so I could narrow down your current location. I checked my doorknob - nothing was there; I checked the treehouse ... over ten times today (Call me crazy, but I know that's the first place you'd ever secure a clue to me; you even said so yourself) - nothing ... again; hell, I even checked my tomato soup, as strange as it sound and I got nothing. But hey, a dreamer can dream, can't they?

While downtown today, I could've sworn I heard Ellington's mother say that they found your corpse on the side of the highway after a fatal car crash. And you wanna know what I did? I marched right up to her and said straight to her face, "Mrs. Ratliff, you speak of absolute hogwash." 

That's right. I said that right to her face. I know you Ross. You're too safe of a driver to ever such as come close to getting in the midst of a car accident. From there, I added, "If anything, Ross Lynch is probably halfway to Boston for all I know." 

Plus I know your parents all too well. If you were dead, that's the first thing they would've told me when they showed up at the doorway on Sunday morning saying that you were missing. They could've never kept something like that from ... anyone. They're not good at keeping secrets. 

So, I left the supermarket all high and mighty after my soliloquy. I don't care what anything thinks. I know you're not deceased and that's all that matters. Please come back ASAP, Ross Shor Lynch. We all want you back at home.  

- Laura S. Marano