Room 213 - [late Saturday evening/very early Sunday morning]
Rory? Had had a rough couple of days, or weeks, or whatever.
So when she came back from the common room, she grabbed her notebook, and started writing a letter, not even bothering to mentally scold herself for being silly enough to write again.
Hey, you -
So.
The last couple days kind of make me wish I could just go to sleep and wake up, and it would be Christmas again. Remember how nice it was right around Christmas, when everything was bright and new and cold? And you and I were new, and everyone was friends, and everyone I cared about was still here?
Logan left yesterday. I know, you don't care. Hell, you're probably happy. But I'll miss him, in spite of everything. I can't explain it.
Angel's gone, too.
I can't write about that just yet. Sorry. I'm sure you'll get the full verbal recap when you're back.
In terms of things I can write about, I met a Harvard grad yesterday, talked to Cam about how I'm not going to meddle in his...whatever with Molly. And I met a guy named Peter who's from England, sort of.
Wandered out to the common room tonight. There's a nice boy with weird tattoos, and I talked more to the guy who used to be numbers but now he's Alec. He's very sweet. And cute! And he thinks I have pretty eyes! Um. Not that I care. Or that I would be dumb enough to include that in a letter to my boyfriend who will hypothetically see this at some point and oh God crossing it out now I left after awhile, because Jaye was trying to cheer Cal up and it ironically kind of bummed me out. Um. No reason, though.
Poor Cal. I mean, Parker and I stayed with her last night. Seemed wrong to make her deal with that on her own.
And because I need to giggle for a second, remind me when you read this to tell you about Jaye and the Angel-purse. It'll make you laugh.
And...you know, that's pretty much it. Please come back soon. I know you can't read this and I'm being really frelling stupid, but I need to at least think it for awhile.
Angel's gone, Logan's gone, Zero, Marty and Angela are on vacation. I miss them. All of them.
I need someone to come back.
So here's hoping that that someone is you, because I miss you and the page is blurry and I'm being a baby and oh look, now I'm smudging the ink. Good one, Rory.
Love, me
When her pen finally ceased movement, she folded up the paper and stuck it in the drawer with the others.
Then she typed up and sent a quick email and made an even quicker phone call before flicking off her light and curling under the covers.
If her pillow was a little damp, well, these things happen sometimes.
So when she came back from the common room, she grabbed her notebook, and started writing a letter, not even bothering to mentally scold herself for being silly enough to write again.
Hey, you -
So.
The last couple days kind of make me wish I could just go to sleep and wake up, and it would be Christmas again. Remember how nice it was right around Christmas, when everything was bright and new and cold? And you and I were new, and everyone was friends, and everyone I cared about was still here?
Logan left yesterday. I know, you don't care. Hell, you're probably happy. But I'll miss him, in spite of everything. I can't explain it.
Angel's gone, too.
I can't write about that just yet. Sorry. I'm sure you'll get the full verbal recap when you're back.
In terms of things I can write about, I met a Harvard grad yesterday, talked to Cam about how I'm not going to meddle in his...whatever with Molly. And I met a guy named Peter who's from England, sort of.
Wandered out to the common room tonight. There's a nice boy with weird tattoos, and I talked more to the guy who used to be numbers but now he's Alec. He's very sweet. And cute! And he thinks I have pretty eyes! Um. Not that I care. Or that I would be dumb enough to include that in a letter to my boyfriend who will hypothetically see this at some point and oh God crossing it out now I left after awhile, because Jaye was trying to cheer Cal up and it ironically kind of bummed me out. Um. No reason, though.
Poor Cal. I mean, Parker and I stayed with her last night. Seemed wrong to make her deal with that on her own.
And because I need to giggle for a second, remind me when you read this to tell you about Jaye and the Angel-purse. It'll make you laugh.
And...you know, that's pretty much it. Please come back soon. I know you can't read this and I'm being really frelling stupid, but I need to at least think it for awhile.
Angel's gone, Logan's gone, Zero, Marty and Angela are on vacation. I miss them. All of them.
I need someone to come back.
So here's hoping that that someone is you, because I miss you and the page is blurry and I'm being a baby and oh look, now I'm smudging the ink. Good one, Rory.
Love, me
When her pen finally ceased movement, she folded up the paper and stuck it in the drawer with the others.
Then she typed up and sent a quick email and made an even quicker phone call before flicking off her light and curling under the covers.
If her pillow was a little damp, well, these things happen sometimes.