Sunday 18 August 2013

Lost Letters - Final

September 16, 1992

 
Dear friend

I know you wrote to me for sometime without reply, but I think ive managed to track down your address and Id like it if I could write to you now. you see theres not many people I can talk to because people don't like to understand, but I know you do. 

 You know that feeling when you first look at someone and cant stop looking? Not in the same way you stare at a person with only one leg, or a car accident, but more of a ‘why do I feel like I know you?’ kind of way? I don’t know him, but I feel like I either do, or I really want to. Then theres the moment where you speak to that person for the first time, and you feel like an idiot because youve said something stupid and youre scared they wont like you because of it. I felt this for the first time a week ago and I cant stop thinking about him. Ive talked to him twice since and I feel amazing whenever im around him. It sounds a little crazy because I hardly know him, but im feeling things ive never felt before. Im going to call him james, because I don’t want you finding out who he is.   Reading your letters about how you felt with sam, im sure your one of the few people that actually understand these feelings.

I hope its okay that ive tracked you down and that I am writing this letter. I just need someone to talk to who understands.

 
Love always

P

 

October 28, 1992

 
Dear friend

 I havnt written in a while because like you, ive been enjoying the moment. James and I have been hanging out heaps. I found out just after I wrote the last letter that he had a partner, this upset me a wee bit but it was ok because we hadn’t even kissed. A week arfter he told me, he said that his partner was moving away and he wasn't going to be seeing that person anymore. I didn’t really understand this because I don’t know why anyone would want to move away from james. I also found it a little strange that james wasn’t really that upset about it. Maybe hes not one for sharing his feeling, or maybe he was happy about it, im not sure.  I like talking to him and being around him, he shows me a whole new perspective on life that I didn’t even know exsisted. Hes really into words, and making them look pretty. he calls it 'typography'. I found this a little weird at first but he sees things in ways no one else does.

 Not long after his partner left he started acting differently towards me. telling me im cute all the time and asking me to go with him to partys etc. Then one night I was at a friends party and he was there. I had had a little too much to drink and we danced alot. We kissed that night. It was my very first kiss and it felt exactly how it looked in the movies. We went home that night and just cuddled. Since then things have been different, not in a bad way, but a good way. we see each other lots and it makes me happy.

 I really do wish you could reply if you got the chance, just as assurance that you are getting my letters. He makes me feel infinite Charlie.

 
Love Always

P

 

November 15, 1992

 
Dear Friend

Do you remember how you were saying that its good to save up as much of the good times, so you could remember them in the bad times and it wont seem so bad anymore? I don't think Ive saved up enough.

The last time james stayed was the best of them all. I don’t want to go into detail but I tried to force myself to do things I wasn’t ready for. For him. He told me to stop because he could tell what was going on. We ended up just cuddling and he told me how much he liked me and we just whispered to eachother until 3am when we both fell asleep. He had to leave early in the morning for college and when he left he gave me the biggest kiss and said he would see me later. That was two weeks ago.

Ive seen him twice and both times hes had to rush off. Phone calls have been short. hes been acting differently.

Im scared I did something to put him off. Was it too much for me to try to do things with him? has he found the real me and hes changed his mind? I don’t know what to do Charlie. I need a reply to this one. Please.

P

 

December 2, 1992

 
Dear Charlie

 Its all turned to shit. I saw him at a party last night and he was different. He took me to one of those bars were people like us go and although he kissed me and held my hand, he was different. We fell asleep on a friends couch and he wouldn’t cuddle me. I tried to talk to him and he told me to ‘wait untill we were sober’. The next morning I asked him what was going on, and its over Charlie. he told me he still feels the same but 'cant be with anyone right now'. Its fucking crap Charlie. If someone likes someone, why cant they just be together? Why cant I have what I want? Ive been pleasing everyone else my whole life so why cant I just have my moment.

 Its really shit that you havnt replied by the way. I always end up having to deal with this crap by myself. I just need someone right now.


P

 

 

December13, 1992

 
Charlie

 Way to fucking go with replying. I seriously just need some to talk to that understands but your not there. Are you even getting these letters? Or are you just choosing to ignore me now that your better?

Ive tried being his friend and I cant do it. I see him sometimes, talking to other guys and being happy and it hurts. I put my heart on the line for the first time and this is how I get treated? Ive asked him if we can just hang out and take things easy but he wont give me a straight answer. He says that one day, we may be able to try again but why should I have to sit back and watch him be happy, if hes making me feel like this? Ive written letters to him, and I think they are ruining things. Ive told him exactly how I feel and I don’t think hes going to want to be my friend. Everythings shit Charlie. Just shit.

 This is going to be my last letter to you. I don’t see why I should pour my heart out for anyone else if they cant even take the time to help me.


P

 

SpongeBob Squarepants Bikini Bottom Grand Ball FanFiction Final

Disclaimer: I do not own SpongeBob SquarePants 


It was a beautiful day at Bikini Bottoms. The sun was shining brightly upon all the houses.
SpongeBob: “Good morning Gary. Let’s have breakfast.” ‘This one’s for you and this is for me”.
Gary: Mao..
(Someone knocks at the door)
SpongeBob: “Hello sir, postman. Hmm I see you brought me something.”
Postman: Umm yeah please sign here
SpongeBob: “Ohh it’s a postcard.” No wait. “…..you are invited to the biggest event of the year. Bikini Bottom Grand Ball. Conditions Apply. You must have a partner with you for entry”.
SpongeBob: “It’s an invitation card to the GRAND BALL Gary. Whom should I take?”
Gary: Mao

SpongeBob: “Oh yes I will take you with me Gary”.
(Someone knocks at the door)
SpongeBob: “Oh hi Sandy”
Sandy: “Hi SpongeBob”.
“Oh I see you also got the invitation. SpongeBob I was wondering if you would accompany me to this Grand event”.
SpongeBob: “But I already got a partner”.
Sandy: “You already have a partner”. “Who?”
SpongeBob: “Gary”.
Sandy: Gary? “But his a pet SpongeBob. His not allowed. Its written clearly see. Pets are not allowed.”
SpongeBob: “Gary’s a pet??”
Sandy: Oh boy!!
SpongeBob: “So does that mean I will not be able to go to the Ball?”
Sandy: “Of course not SpongeBob. You can be my partner and come with me”.

SpongeBob: “Okay Sandy. I will come and pick you up in the evening. Just be aware that cool couples usually are fashionably late at the ball. So I will pick you up after six. Just a reminder that I will be late”.
Squidward: “Welcome to the Krusty Krab may I take your order…”
In comes Pearl, running towards Mr Krabs office.

Pearl: “Daddy Daddy, My friends and I are going to the big ball tonight. All of them have partners and I don’t have a partner”. “Help me Daddy Help me”.
PearI: “I can’t miss this Daddy, Boy who cry would be performing there”. “You know very well how much I love them”.  
Mr Krabs: “But Pearl…
Pearl: “Daddy, if you don’t support me now, you will have to support me all through my life. It is a must that I attend this ball or else my school reputation will be finished”.
Squidward: “Boys who cry? That’s my favourite band”.
Mr Krabs: “Is it?”
Mr Krabs: “Well your problem is solved. Squidwards going to go with you my baby girl”.
Squidward: “Sir me? Wow Thank you Mr Krabs”.

Pearl: “Oh well as far as I get there…(sigh)”
In the evening..just a min past six…….
<TingTong>
Patrick: “Hi Sandy”
Sandy: “Hi Patrick”
(SpongeBob also arrives at the same time)
SpongeBob: “Hi Sandy”
Sandy: “Oh hi SpongeBob”.
SpongeBob: “I had told you that I will be late dint I? See I am exactly one minute late”.
Patrick: “Sandy you look like a girl”.
Sandy (stunned): “Oh well thank you. I am glad you noticed that Patrick”.

At Mr Krabs Residence
Pearl: “Daddy, how’s my dress? Do I look Coral?”
Mr Krabs: “Oh my sweet girl. You look pretty in every dress”. (And he kisses Pearl)
Pearl: “Okay daddy enough of all the cuddling”.
Squidward just parks his cycle outside. And steps up to the door.
Squidward: “Good Evening Mr Krabs. May I have the pleasure of taking Pearl to the Ball”
Patrick: “What’s wrong with you Oh Buddy? And whats all this nonsense dialogues about?”
Spongebob and Sandy arrive.
SpongeBob: “Squidward”. “You and Pearl” !
Squidward: “Don’t be jealous Patrick and SpongeBob. Have I told you that my great grandparents were from Britain?”
Pearl: “Oh boy, such drama. You guys should open a film school”.
SpongeBob: “Let’s get going then”.
Patrick: “Well hey, what am I supposed to do if you guys are gone? I want to come along to. I need a partner too”.
SpongeBob: “But we don’t have anyone available at the moment Patrick. Squidwards taking Pearl and Sandy is with me. This ball is made for partners”.
Patrick: “Well this is unfair. I want to go to. I want to go to. And he starts crying…”

Spongebob: “Don’t cry Patrick”.
Spongebob: “Mr Krabs, can’t you come with Patrick”.
Mr Krabs: “Boy, the fact is, I have me money to count. That’s more important”.
Patrick: “I want to go with Sandy”.
Sandy: “Me?!!!  But I already have a partner”.
Patrick: “I want Sandy”. “I want Sandy”.
Spongebob: “Who wants Ice-cream? Its outside”.
Patrick: Ice-cream..mmm Me! Me! Me! and runs out of Mr Krabs house
Spongebob: “Come on ladies, we have a ball to go to. Let’s hit it”.
Squidward: “So long Mr Krabs. As by the rules of the Britain colony I…………….”
Sandy: “Push It”
Pearl: “Daddy can we take your car?”
Mr Krabs: “Sure, but make sure it should not get soiled, or dirty, or should it have an empty fuel tank. Make sure it is clean with no soil marks on the tyres..”
Spongebob: “Whose going to drive?”
Squidward: “I can’t drive with such a high personality”.
Spongebob: “I will”.
(Off they go)
SpongeBob Sandy Squidward and Pearl are so excited that they dint pay attention to the flashing empty fuel light.
BOOOOOOOOM!
The car blasts.
Pearl: “Hey look Sandy, there’s the new shopping mall”.
Sandy: “Let’s go”.
SpongeBob and Squidward stare at Sandy and Pearl while both girls walk towards the mall.

Spongebob: “Shall we go Squidward? To the Ball?”

Squidward shouts: “Noooo”


Saturday 17 August 2013

Spongebob Squarepants (Draft 2)

Squidward: Welcome to the Krusty Krab may I take your order.
In comes Pearl, running towards Mr Krabs office.
Pearl: Daddy Daddy, My friends and I are going to the big ball tonight. All of them have partners and I don’t have a partner. Help me Daddy Help me.
PearI: I can’t miss this Daddy, Boy who cry would be performing there. You know very well how much I love them.  
Mr Krabs: But Pearl…
Pearl: Daddy, if you don’t support me now, you will have to support me all through my life. It is a must that I attend this ball or else my school reputation will be finished.
Squidward: Boys who cry? That’s my favourite band.
Mr Krabs: Is it?
Squidward: Sir me? Wow Thank you Mr Krabs.
Mr Krabs: Well your problem is solved. Squidwards going to go with you my baby girl.
Pearl: Oh well as far as I get there…(sigh)
In the evening..just a min past six…….
<TingTong>
Patrick: Hi Sandy
Sandy: Hi Patrick
Spongebob: Hi Sandy
Sandy: Oh hi Spongebob.
Spongebob: I had told you that I will be late dint I? See I am exactly one minute late.
Patrick: Sandy you look like a girl.

Sandy (stunned): Oh well thank you. I am glad you noticed that Patrick.

Spongebob Squarepants (Draft 1)

It was a beautiful day at Bikini Bottoms. The sun was shining brightly upon all the houses.
SpongeBob: “Goodmorning Gary. Let’s have breakfast.” ‘This ones for you and this is for me”.
Gary: muaaoo..
(Someone knocks at the door)
SpongeBob: Hello sir postman. Hmm I see you brought me something.
Postman: Umm yeah please sign here
Spongebob: Ohh it’s a postcard. No wait. “…..you are invited to the biggest event of the year. Bikini Bottom Grand Ball. Conditions Apply. You must have a partner with you for entry”.
Spongebob: Its an invitation card to the GRAND BALL Gary. Whom should I take?
Gary: muaaoo
Spongebob: Oh yes I will take you with me Gary.
(Someone knocks at the door)
Spongebob: Oh hi Sandy
Sandy: Hi SpongeBob. Oh I see you also got the invitation. SpongeBob I was wondering if you would accompany me to this Grand event.
Spongebob: But I already got a partner.
Sandy: You already have a partner. Who?
Spongebob: Gary.
Sandy: Gary? But his a pet SpongeBob. His not allowed. Its written clearly see. Pets are not allowed.
Spongebob: Gary’s a pet??
Sandy: Oh boy !!
Spongebob: So does that mean I will not be able to go to the Ball?
Sandy: Of course not SpongeBob. You can be my partner and come with me.
Spongebob: Okay Sandy. I will come and pick you up in the evening. Just be aware that cool couples usually are fashionably late at the ball. So I will pick you up after six. Just a reminder that I will be late.

(To be continued)

Anna's Final Fan Fiction

I have used Sex and the City and have followed suit with their episodes by having Carrie as the narrator.


Specs Appeal

This recession had cast a grey cloud over New York; grey clothes, grey faces, grey futures, nothing had definition anymore, it was all just one blur of different shades of grey – and not the 50 kind, but the dull kind, the grey kind.

As I peered closer in the mirror, I noticed something else grey.

No, surely not.

I reached for Big’s shaving glasses he left in the bathroom. He did this knowingly more for my purpose than his own, but had the heart to leave this unspoken.

I put on his glasses and as I slowly pulled my hair back I saw it. Staring back at me through Big’s Burberrys was my first grey hair.

Ok, so not my first, first grey hair.

In the past there had been hints that the troops were on their way, but there had been no bloodshed. A fresh set of highlights quickly killed any signs of a regrowth revolution.

But this was different. This was a full-length grey hair. How had I let this one slip through? And during the week my hairdresser was in Paris!

I needed some colour to distract from this renegade. And what further distraction from my head, than my feet?

As I walked through the doors of Manolo Blahnik I felt the colour. I don’t know if it was the colour that made me feel warm or the fact that it was below zero out, either way, there was no grey in here.

It wasn’t long before I had found the perfect pair. Actually, I found several perfect pairs, but these, with their deep green satin and lush gold detailing, would serve their purpose perfectly.

“Well at least you know nobody else will be wearing the same shoes as you” the assistant smiled at me.

“Oh knowing my luck, there will be” I replied.

“But mam, these are one-of-a-kind limited edition, they arrived this morning” she said.

“These really are the perfect pair” I thought to myself as I watched her wrap them in labeled tissue.

“Are these for any special occasion?” she asked.

“Yes, a lunch date with some very special people” I answered.

I handed her my credit card, which has been put on a budget of necessary expenses only lately, due to the lack of interest in my new book. But this was a necessary expense, these shoes were necessary. Plus I knew a publisher would come knocking soon.

“I’m sorry mam, but your card has declined” she said.

“Oh I must have put the wrong pin number in, let me try again” I said flustered. I knew I had $1500 left in my account until next month.

Accepted

“Enjoy your lunch, mam” she said.

Just before I arrived at the restaurant, I slipped on my new shoes. There was no way I was using them to walk the five blocks from the store. No, the purpose of these shoes was not for walking, but for admiring.

The girls all swooned over my new purchase, as I beamed like a proud new mother. And lunch with the girls brought even more colour into my life.

I once again handed over my credit card to pay. This was the last time until payday I told myself.

“I’m sorry mam, but your card has declined” the waiter said as he looked down his nose at me.

“Oh God, I’m sorry, this is the second time today I have put in the wrong pin number. Here, let me do it again, it will work” I said, confident that I had made the same silly mistake as before.

“I’m sorry but it has still declined. You can always work in the kitchen to pay off your debt, although those shoes would be useless” he scoffed.

“Oh honey, I’ll pay, you can get me next time” Samantha charmed.

I smiled. Embarrassed. But still confused, those shoes were only $495, and I clearly remembered checking my account before I left, to avoid this exact situation.

As Samantha came out of the restaurant to meet us girls she called out “Honey, how much were those shoes!”

“They were $495, I double checked, because I knew I was on a budget”

“Still no publisher then huh?” Miranda asked.

“No, but soon I hope. Look, here is the receipt, $495 like I said. Here you check it” I passed to Miranda, being the lawyer of the group I felt she would be best to defend my spend.

“Carrie, this says $1495, not $495” Miranda said with her sensible lawyer tone.

“What?” I felt the embarrassment creep up my body, the warm red blush swept over my face. All of a sudden, I longed for the cold grey.

“Surely not, Samantha let me use your glasses” I snapped. As I looked through them, I saw could see the problem easily. “Oh” I whimpered.

As I went to hand back Samantha’s glasses she said, “honey, you keep those”.

I ignored that comment and handed them back.

“Carrie, why don’t you just get a pair of glasses, you’re always borrowing someone else’s” Charlotte proposed.

“No, absolutely not, I don’t need glasses!” I defied.

“Carrie, I think you do” Miranda said, her sensible tone still going strong.

I was still adamant that I was not getting glasses, although I was starting to realise that I actually needed them.

“Carrie, Big wears glasses and you’re fine with that” Charlotte said.

“Yes” I replied, “but men get better as they age, they suit it, it gives them more sex appeal. Women, as they age, just get old”.

“Oh honey, that’s not true! You can have some of that too” Samantha praised, “Come on Carrie, let’s go get you some of that specs appeal!”










Wednesday 14 August 2013

Natasha's Fan Fiction final

In Summer 1922, after the ill-fated death of Jay Gatsby, originally James Gatz, three letters were delivered to the still mansion where he was living. Two brought by hand themselves, and the other by a butler. Clearly these were written after Gatsby’s passing, and are presumably containing messages that couldn’t be said face to face.


My Darling Gatsby,

Oh how I miss you Gatsby.  You were always the same young man I first met in our earlier years. I never meant for this to happen to you, because I thought we would love each other forever and ever and ever and grow old together forever. That was the plan wasn’t it? We loved each other didn’t we? It may have seemed like I didn’t love you the way you loved me but I did, I really did.

I have always thought about you, and you and I, and our happy lives together, you and I. I still think about us today. My life is nothing but dull, dead, and dreary. Tom doesn’t adore me like you do. I am unhappy.  He has a number of mistresses did you know?

Why didn’t I listen to you Jay, why? Why didn’t I just leave Tom, that cruel, pitiless man I call my soul mate, my husband. My life is full of guilt, remorse, even more now you have left me here, absent, alone. Tom barely talks to me, he ignores me in fact. It hurts. My heart, it aches now you’re not here. Oh how I miss you Gatsby.

I overheard about your funeral. And I received letters from Nick regarding the day, yet I ignored them. Only because of Tom though, because I love you Jay. I would have come, but it was complicated at home, and my life was less than perfect and you know I need perfection Jay. I couldn’t handle that you were gone so fast. You meant, and you mean so much to me, and I couldn’t have been able to control my emotions in front of everyone else there. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

I miss you Gatsby. I really, really do. I don’t know how I will ever be the same without you, or if I could ever be in love with any other man. I will always love you, and I want you to know that I regret leaving you when we were younger, my mind got the better of me, and I didn’t realise my love for you until now.



With love,
Daisy Buchannan

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To My Friend Jay,

Oh Jay, you have gone too soon. You did not deserve to go like this. You were a decent man, with a good, generous heart. Everyone else didn’t know the Jay Gatsby that I knew. A mysterious man, with a trunk full of money, a mansion, and raging parties was not the true Jay. The Jay I knew, was determined, and strived for the things he wanted, and to achieve his dreams. Though you may have been too determined at times, that the dream of winning the love of your life back, blinded you, losing who you were, leading you to take dangerous risks, resulting in an unfortunate death, and I don’t mean yours Jay.

I tried to tell you. I tried to warn you. You cannot repeat the past Jay. Everything changes and people change. But Daisy was the only thing on your mind wasn’t she? Ever since the thing between you two in your younger years. I know you loved her, and I now know that she was the reason behind your Saturday night parties, but clearly, she had moved on with her life, she has a husband, and a young daughter. She may have said things and done things to you that may have given you the idea that things could be back to the way they used to be, but Daisy and Tom are the type of people whose lives are perfect to others, but no matter how much they own, or how much money they have, they will always want more and will never be grateful for what they have. Their lives are actually dull and uneventful, and they will do things that can mess up other people’s lives, and then leave at the drop of a hat, without feelings of guilt. I guess that is also one of the reasons why you changed your name and your background about your childhood and family, yeah?  Yes, your dad told me. You shouldn’t change who you are, especially for people like Daisy. Heartless, heartless people you may call them, heartless indeed.

                You Gatsby, being the loyal man you are, saw nothing of this carry on and betrayal, and saw Daisy’s positive attributes over her negative. They are only careless people, and destroy things, knowing in the back of their minds that whatever mess they create, their money will shield them from the consequences.



                Yours Sincerely,
Nick Carraway


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To My Son,

                I haven’t seen you in a very long time. Although I am glad to finally witness your luxurious lifestyle, and how you lived, it makes me upset that it is on these circumstances. To be honest son, the last time I saw you I wouldn’t have thought your life would end up like this, living in a mansion with butlers and maids, the host of famous Saturday night parties, and having the amount of money that you had. Who would’ve thought a young boy, raised in a poor family from Minnesota would grow up to live a life full of luxury. I guess the book you called your schedule helped you leave and earn a life like this.

                I am very proud of you James. Almost every day I stare at the picture I keep in my jacket pocket of where you live, and I think about the life you have now, and feel disappointed in myself, as a father, that I couldn’t have given you that life. I wanted you to know that me and your mother only wanted the best for you, and we did truly try our hardest to raise you up in the nicest environment we could. We did try son.

                I wanted you to know that we just wanted the best for you. If I only you knew that James. I wish I could have told you that and spoken to you before now, I regret it. I miss you, and I will always love you James.



Until we meet again,
Henry C. Gatz


Tuesday 13 August 2013

This Is Bogus. -Fan Fiction Final

Prologue

LINDSAY

This isn't going to be one of those pretty girl diaries where I talk about how I met the boy of my dreams and scribble his name all over and talk about how beautiful and deep his brown eyes are or how his smile could make me melt or match the fire of the sun or whatever you might think this may be but it's not it's the long string of thoughts and specific feelings like anger and overwhelming tension and none of that 'I don't know what i'm feeling but it sure feels like butterflies' bullshit and it's definitely not all rose petals and american dreams either so you better get used to it if you're gonna keep reading because you're not going to find what you're looking for if you've got a sweet tooth for sugar coatings.


3rd of Whatever, 1980fuckit

You know what? Before I came to McKinnley I was a nobody. I could have walked right through the halls of my previous life, a brain... a geek, and no one would have noticed one bit. But now, after flipping the quo of my life on its ass - how did this all even happen?- people notice. The Freaks noticed. Daniel, noticed. Is this the life that I wanted? Or was it the sweet blanket of anonymity that I loathed at first but now craved with the desire of a man stranded in the desert longing for his oasis. I did, do, want to be where I am now, but I hate all this complication that comes with knowing, well... Everyone.

BEFORE.
I like that word, before.
BE - It has a resounding emptiness yet is full of all the things that the future holds.
and FORE -  The front, the leader. Me leading myself to where I will be. Shit i've gotten sappy. I used to live my life in equations before I met the Freaks and I was happy doing so, I was happy being the little robot I was, spurting out numbers and 'yes, Sir', 'no, Sir' and 'HOW FUCKING HIGH SIR'.  But then all of a sudden,  I wasn't happy with just being happy. Did you know that there are at least 48 variations of 'Happy'? And i'm okay with just being a flat one. Fuck'n A, how depressing Lindsay. I wanted more, I wanted my 'after' to be better than my 'before'. Hello I am Lindsay and Angst is my middle name. No, scratch that.
I'm Lindsay Fucking Weir. And I'm in-fucking-love with Daniel Fucking DeSario. I would say sorry for all the swearing but this time I have no one to answer to except myself and I can do WHATEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE.


It is the 6th of Asshole, 600BC. WELCOME.

So it's been a while since I ended it with Nick and I had figured that by now Daniel would have started talking to me properly again. It took everything I had in me - which by the way, is equal to negative the mass of the sun divided by zero impolde-on-itself-self-hatred - to tell Daniel how I felt about him. This included dropping a huge L bomb on the poor sonofabitch while at the same time betraying my best friend and closest confidant bar Daniel, Kim. Who also just by some sick karmic joke is his ex girlfriend. I am a turds turd, a freak/geek mutant turd turd of a person. I reek of turd. I am a DWEEB TURD! I needed to say it and now have accepted my turd status so, moving along...
It's no secret that I find it totally bogus of Daniel to not talk to me and he no doubt giving me and this crummy town the split by now, but I guess that with this huge FUCK YOU to the face I have received, I have now forced myself to move past from the past and try and admit that while my feelings were very real, his were not reciprocated in reality. I'm pretty sure they were though. There is no way I made that kiss up, it was too vivid. I can still feel every part of me that he came into contact with.

'If you could be anyone or thing you wanted to be, who would it be?'
'Not you, nor I, or anyone else in this world.'
-please note here that I am a complete and utter retard-
'Getting all poetic on me huh?'
'Nah. Its just, I, uh. Stuff it never mind.'
'C'mon Linds, tell me tell me.'
Why did you have to look in me. Don't touch me with the hands i've been wanting to be touched by for so long.

Don't make me fall in love with you more than I can give.

'Daniel,' at least I started off well, 'I don't know how to tell you this and I love Kim too as a friend, my best friend and I know I'd be hurting Nick too and I'm even risking our entire friendship over this and this will forever change everything always no matter how you react but I think it worth it because' and here it goes, brace yourself for detonation 'I. Love. You'

Ka-fucking-boom. 

'I..uh, Linds, I..'

Explosions and fire, unidentifiable wreckage.

'...'

No survivors were found.

Then after the longest silence I ever could have imagined possible he does the one thing I never intended on having to deal with. In reality that is...
'I love you too.' and then he leans forward and kisses every fiber of my anatomy and cognitive system that make me. His.

It's a goddamn christmas miracle!

So you can imagine how bummed I am.

8th of Bastard, Ihateeveryone.

I got a letter today, and in typical DeSario fashion it was stuck to my bedroom window with that god awful Bazooka Gum that he chews. I haven't found my guts as of yet so the letter is still folded up and waiting for me to read it... Please be something I want to read. I've had enough shit today, especially with Nick who now has a hoser of a girlfriend. Not that she has anything on the first one. Well shit, guess I better read this letter.


Epilogue.

DANIEL

Lindsay Dear Lindsay
Linds, i'm not good at this kinda shit. you already know that I guess. I know I can be a class A dick brain like those meatheads on the football team but I never think that I will end up hurting you like I do. I don't know what it is but  You're the only person that has been real good to me and I love ya for it. Shit what am I sayin, fuck it Lindsay I love you. I've loved you before since the first time you talked to me. Shit girl i've been falling for you before you set foot in this crummy town. I know this is no love note from one of those fancy writers you read about but this is me. I love you Linds and I hope you still feel the same. I found this poem that that e .e comings cummings guy you rattle on about wrote and I like this part of it, whatever it is. It probably means something different to what I think it does but I guess it reminds me of you and me or us or we or, shit okay here it is

i carry your heart with me
i carry it in my heart
i am never without it
anywhere i go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling

-D