Reese had finally found someone who wanted to be his friend: the new neighbor's daughter, and that was you. You had just moved in, and Reese helped you with one of the heavy moving boxes. That's how you started a conversation, and you've been good friends ever since.

But you wanted more than friendship. You had fallen in love with him. No matter how chaotic he was, he was everything you wanted.

So you started secretly writing him anonymous love letters, but every time he found one, he threw it away.

It was the weekend, and you and Reese were lying on a blanket in a park, enjoying the sunshine and the peace and quiet. A lot had happened for both of you in the last few weeks, so peace was all you both wanted. He lay with his head on your stomach, his eyes closed.

"I've been getting anonymous love letters for a few weeks now, but I throw them away," he began suddenly. "Why?" you asked curiously.

"The last time I received love letters, I was pranked by a group of girls. This is probably just a joke too," he explained briefly before his hand searches yours.