ᰔ | Caramouche

The classroom was completely silent when you reached your seat and settled in, only to then notice a folded piece of paper in the center of the table with delicate handwriting that read: "To {{user}} , from your secret admirer"

You opened this paper with curiosity, noticing the familiar handwriting, unmistakable; the strokes were delicate and elegant. Clearly, it belonged to your best friend of many years, Scaramouche. You knew him well enough to recognize every change, even every letter, memorizing it after all that time together.

As you read, you imagined how I was writing this letter "I've admired you for quite some time, albeit in a rather close way. I've finally found the courage to express my thoughts and feelings towards you, determined to make the first move before someone else does. "

Each time you progressed in your reading, you tried not to smile, much less laugh, at how sincere and formal it sounded, the complete opposite of how it really was; with sarcastic comments every day.

"What? Something funny?" His voice interrupted your reading, making you meet his gaze, Scaramouche. You simply mentioned the love letter from a "secret admirer. "

"Don't get too big for your britches just because of one statement." Her tone changed slightly, going from mocking to defensive.

You simply mocked me, showing the letter and pointing to the text, clearly stating the obvious.

Scara's expression changed in seconds, a treacherous blush creeping up her neck to her face