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Hi! I just wanted to start off by saying I’m so sorry for ghosting you then leaving you the most cryptic note in the entire world. To make it up to you, I’ve included the note that I wrote to you when completely wasted (a new one, not the one from before). That note explains what happened. It’s kind of all over the place, but I think you’ll be able to figure it out. Ha! Also, I’m trusting you not to show this note to anyone. People actually somehow believe I’m cool and this is sure to ruin that. TURN OVER AT YOUR OWN RISK ->
HellOooooooo! Im drink drunk. I’m also a big FUCKING idiot. I’ll try to keep this short, but I tend to ramble when I’m drink DRUNK <- what the actual F… anyway, I got played, dude. Not going to mention any names (Felicity FUCKING Jax), but some girl convinced me she was U (the person writing the letters) all to woo me so she could try to get to my brother. Do people use the word woo anymore? I don’t think they do. We should bring it back. Yeah. MY BROTHER. The guy that’s been dating the same girl for a bajillion years.
But yeah… she suckS, buT I’m drunk (<- yay) so I’m just vibin now. I bet you’re really pretty. What do you look like? You don’t have to answer that. uR words are beautiful. That’s wut really matters. Inside and all that good shit. Tell me one thing about you that no one else in the whole Universe knows.
I promise I’ll write back faster this time.
P S - Don’t worry about mE. I’m chill wit wut happened. Refer to One whole day by the greaT Dixie D’Amelio if you want to know my stAte of mind.
Marjorie’s note makes me laugh out loud but also makes me feel awful. I can’t believe someone used my notes as a way to bait her and hurt her. Sure, according to the song she referred to, she was only sad for one day, but I hate the thought of her being sad at all. God, I’m pathetic. What other teenager thinks like this? This is exactly why Marjorie would never go for me.
I know I need to write her back, but I’m not sure what to say. I go back between making it light and funny or making it deep and heartfelt. My mom isn’t home right now for me to ask her advice, but I know she would tell me to “write from the heart,” so that’s what I’m going to do.
Hey! I want you to know that I feel so terrible about what happened. I would completely understand if you didn’t want to write letters back and forth anymore since I’m not willing to tell you who I am. I promise I won’t hurt you, though. I never could.
Your note made me crack up. You’re a hilarious drunk. Are you excited for basketball season? I’d never admit this out loud, but I love watching you play. You’re so in the zone.
Something I’ve never told anyone… This is surprisingly easy even though I tell my mom everything. No one knows that my dream is to be a writer. School counselors are always talking about “Good, stable careers” and people seem to think full-time authors somehow lucked into it. It’s like one day a book becomes a best seller and THEN you’re a writer. Like you’re suddenly in this small, elite club that no one else is allowed to join. If you ask me, that takes away from all of the hard work authors put into their books. Society seems to think people pick up writing as a hobby and then get a lucky break and are suddenly a writer. Sorry. Now I’m going off on a rant. I don’t talk to people about this, because I don’t want them to think I’m crazy. So now you’re the unlucky recipient of all of my innermost thoughts. You’re welcome.
Anyway, what’s something no one knows about you? That is, if you’re willing to share it with someone who is essentially a stranger. I promise I’m not though. A stranger, that is. You know me.
I’ll stop bothering you for now. I hope you have the best day today and find a million reasons to smile.
I reread my note and I’m satisfied. At least as satisfied as I’m going to be. My words are never going to seem good enough for Marjorie. I fold the note and put it into my pocket at the same time I hear my mom open the front door.
I skip down the steps and greet her with a hug. When I pull back, she studies me as if she’s trying to figure something out. “Someone’s happy.” It sounds more like a question than a statement. The smirk on her face tells me she’s waiting for me to fill her in.
“I got a note back! It was really nice.”
“That’s great, sweetie. What now?”
I shrug. I guess I didn’t really think about that part. I was so excited about the prospect of sending letters back and forth with Marjorie, I didn’t take the time to consider what it means or how long it will last. “I don’t know. Can’t I just be happy about it for now?”
“Of course you can.” My mom pulls me in for another hug. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I’m not going to get hurt, Mom. I promise.” I seem to be making a lot of promises lately. I hope I can actually keep them. “I need to go see Bug, though.”
“I see how it is,” my mom jokes. “I haven’t even been home for five minutes and you’re already leaving me.”
I know she’s kidding, but I still feel bad. Even if she doesn’t admit it, I know my mom gets lonely. I wish she would date. I wonder if the reason she doesn’t is because of me. “I won’t be with him long,” I promise. “Grandma at the retirement home gave me a new book. If you’re not reading anything else right now, we can read it together.”
It might be childish, but I still read books with my mom. It’s our special thing. Some kids watch movies or TV shows with their parents. We read.
“That sounds perfect.” My mom gives me a warm smile. “Have fun with Bug. I’ll bake some cookies for us to have while we read.”
“Awesome! Thanks! Bye, Mom.” I walk to the front door and open it up but turn around before leaving. I figure I might as well put this out there now while I’m thinking about it and let my mom marinate on it while I’m gone. “Maybe after we read, we could set up a dating profile for you. It’s about time you put yourself back out there.”
I’m out the door before she has a chance to fight me on it. Good deed for the day—done.
Chapter 10
Marjorie
“What are you smiling about?”
I jump at the sound of Lydia’s voice and quickly shove the note from my mystery girl into my math book. “Just thinking about something funny Marcus said this morning. Hey, want to hang out once I get off work tonight? We won’t have as much time when basketball starts, so I need to see your cute face as much as possible until then.”
