CHALLENGE 27 & 27.5 RESULTS
Well, seeing as I already have all the replies, here are the results for Challenge 27!
TEAM CORKTREE - 122pts
defect_no9 - 42
fall_out_nurse - 40
jdmcool - 40
TEAM BARRINGTON - 42pts
fourtysteps - 42
TEAM FEVER - 40pts
mitchiemarie - 40
The sidebar has been updated! Any disagreements on anything, just say ;)
Now, the letters themselves :D They were *amazing*, seriously! And you all wrote the replies so quickly! *_* I was expecting you all to procrastinate like I did. And I just needed to say that I went a teeny tiny bit mental with my reply. Muses were awakened. I need to write more.
BUT ANYWAY, following are all of the letters, and their respective replies! Well done!
From defect_no9 to fall_out_nurse
Dear Pete,
Just because you froze all of my underwear with liquid Nitrogen, doesn't mean I will go without. Fuck you. I'll just pull a total Gerard Way, and wear the same god damn pair for the rest of the tour. Which won't be over for another month and a half. Prepare to smell my jet-lagged, stage scummed, baked-on ass sweat. I plan on standing directly next to you, radiating pure stench for the next six weeks.
Also, I farted on you pillow and fed your last clean pair of socks to Hemmy.
♥ Patrick
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Oh Patrick,
First off, YOU told me it was a good idea to freeze your undies in that stuff, I mean we were drunk at the time but hey... it sounded good at the time. Secondly, dude can you not go commando for one day, to wash them for god sakes; I know I don't shower but dude i like when you smell like rainbows and sunshine not gross old man in the streets. And if you do in fact plan on wearing the same damn pair of underwear I WILL be going out and buying you new ones or spraying you with cologene every chance I get!
♥ Pete
P.s. That was your pillow I stole because you smell nice (for now) and it's cool I hate socks
From fall_out_nurse to mitchiemarie
Dearest Patrick,
I love you I think, it could be the beer talking but dude i think we should totally run off somewhere. with mountians. and llamas. Patrick...Lunchbox...Rick hear me out on this one i know i have crazy ideas bu this could work. shut up Trick of course i'm drunk but imagine it llama farm, LLAMAS PATROCK! we could own them. think about it. we could live far away from all the paps and the stalkers with llamas dude sure they smell but we've lived on a bus with other dudes it could happen. and they're soft with bad teeth but we should do it. let me know if you want this happy ending or not but Patrick i think this idea will work... this time unlike the last one
Pete
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Dear Peter Panda,
Aww silly bear. You’re going to have such a killer hangover tomorrow! But even if you don’t remember any of this when you wake up. I just have to say ‘I do’. What else can I say? I’d love to have a llama farm with you and ride them over hills and shit. It’d be awesome. Yeah, I completely remember how the last one backfired. Let’s cross our fingers and hope third time’s a charm.
-Forever yours, Pattycakes ;)
From fourtysteps to jdmcool
Dear Bill Beckett,
I miss you. And you undeniably miss me, too, so don't even try to fake like you don't. You miss my waves and my curls and my luciousness. I know you do, I can see it in your faded smile.
I never did understand why we parted ways. One day, years back, you had a sudden relevation, and then I was gone. Out of nowhere, you left me. Then, gradually, over time you let me creep past your shoulders and the world was a happy place. But, inevitably, you cut me out of your life. Completely betrayed me. What dark times those were for me. Why'd you do it, William? Again and again? You think you can play my heart like this, you think you have the right.
But that's not why I'm writing this letter. I'm asking for your forgiveness. I'm sorry any of the times I betrayed you, making people question your gender or at the very least your masculinity. You know I need you, and you need me. Girls all over the world don't swoon like they used to when we were together. And your boyfriend Gabe misses me, too, I can tell.
Won't you take (grow?) me back?
Love,
Your long and glorious hair.
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Dear… Hair?
I’m not really sure how to respond to you as I didn’t know my hair had the ability to write. But um… Beyond that, I suppose, I think you are over reacting? It’s not like you aren’t there, unless you happen to be the pieces of hair that I cut off, in which case, this is disturbing for so many more reasons. But … Anyways, answering your question. Or letter as the case may be.
Uh… I didn’t cut you for the fun of it? I know Gabe liked my hair long cause he would run his hand through it and tug it when he would do me from… Ahem, anyhoo, the point is that I cut my hair for me and he knows that. I wanted short hair and I cut it and he told me it was nice, which is the important thing because I know when he cuts his hair, I lock myself in my room and cry silently to myself because I like his hair longer. If he ever said that he hated my hair well I would… lock myself in my room and cry silently over that. I cut my hair to feel good and classy.
It’s not because you make me look like a girl because I know that even with short hair I look my like a twelve year old boy or awkwardly tall lesbian depending on who I’m speaking to, which is why I am no longer speaking to Mike. But, it’s nothing against you. You’re pretty? Fun to wash? I’m not really sure what you want from me, but if it helps, I haven’t gotten a hair cut in two weeks so there may be hope?
Sincerely,
A very confused Bill Beckett.
From jdmcool to defect _no9
Rickster,
I have some bad news I have to tell you. See, Ashlee knows about us. Like, the whole “meeting up and declaring our undying love” kind of knows. Which is odd since I don’t think we’ve ever really done anything that dramatic. I mean, maybe when we got back together and started this clandestine (yes I can use that word in a sentence if I want. Don’t judge me) relationship. But according to her, I suck at hiding things which is why when Bronx is older she’s in charge of birthdays and Christmas. I mean, how messed up is that? I could hide gifts amazingly from a small kid. You just put them in a closet of somewhere. It’s not that complicated.
Still, the fact of the matter is… Oh, you’re probably shitting bricks right now, huh? Panicked about everything about us and my marriage? Don’t worry, she says she knows and finds it cute. In fact, it’s that part of things that is the issue. I mean, how is my affair cute? I wanted some As The World Turns type of drama, where you yell angrily at the camera on stage left (I learned a new stage term). Or maybe even some of that Desperate Housewives plate throwing, you know? Something that meant she was truly shattered and crushed deep down in the cockles of her soul over what I was doing.
But no, she thinks it’s cute and nice that we could make up. I mean, is she serious? I am not a puppy or Bronx with his little love affair with Gabe. …Admittedly that seems very creepy outside my head. I know Gabe would never do that with my son and that Bronx’s crush is just the oddities of a child’s mind, because really, who other than Bill stares longingly at Gabe? Anyways, I don’t like her thiking that what we do is cute. Cute is not what we aim for here.
You know, I bet with all the bands in the world I could make entire stories just using band names. It’d be pretty cool. Next letter, I am so totally going to do that. But for this one, I just wanted you to know that Ashlee thinks you should eat dinner with us this weekend before our usual “hanging out together” because she wants to talk with you or something. I don’t even care any more. I am just pissed that she had the exact same reaction to me and you as my mom! What is the world coming to when everyone just expects me to want to be all over you all the time? This sucks so much.
XOXO
Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III
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Fucking Pete,
How the HELL did you manage to not only fly to Chicago, but buy a power drill, screws, and a rental car to leave me a letter SCREWED INTO my front door? You could have called first? You could have knocked? I see you outside in the bushes, undoubtedly making sure I get your uh--- letter.
Haven’t done anything dramatic my ass! You hired a team of skydivers to spell out “Pete ♥ Patrick” with their bodies over Chicago.
My mother was NOT amused if you remember.
Of course you suck at hiding things! The only reason you’re any good at hiding things from kids is that you are one! You once tried to hide my favorite hat inside of my ugliest one.
It didn’t work asshole.
No, it didn’t.
Damnit, now I’m arguing with you through the window!
So, the reason that Ashlee already knows, and why I am NOT shitting bricks right now as I watch you squirm out there in my Azalea bush; is because I already TOLD HER! She is a smart girl, you know. She actually knew all about us before we even knew about us.
She’s a wonderful girl, and she only has her son’s best interest in mind. Even if your son has already developed a crush on Gabe, giving new meaning to both the term “cradle robber”, and to the timeframe where you yourself discovered these kinds of feelings.
Creepy is a huge understatement. Get Bronx checked for an alien parasite.
With all the long ass titles you’ve given our songs, you could probably wrap the Earth at least twice. I’m not even counting the ones that were balled up in your trash can the last time I saw you. Could you imagine how many times we could do that just with the names of bands we know? Think about that the next time I need five more minutes to finish a song.
Of course Ashlee wants me to come over for dinner, because she already called me to ask. She would have told you too if you didn’t fly out of L.A. just to stand around outside in my bushes. I have my bags packed by my bedroom door.
You know, if you want, you can come inside or something. Maybe we can “hang out” for a few minutes before we fly out.
Seriously get your ass in here.
And you owe me a new door, asshole.
Love, Patrick
From mitchiemarie to noelsaysalright
Dear Bden,
But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and you are the sun. See‽ You even make me quote fucking Shakespeare. Maybe I should just embarrass myself even more but trying to seduce you through this letter with my cheesy pick-up lines.
My name isn’t Luna, but I sure can Lovegood.
I’m a raindrop, and I’m falling for you. ♥
Is your dad a baker? Cause you have nice buns.
Okay, I’ll stop right there. I can’t even believe I’m writing this.
So, how have you been? How’s Spencer? Do you still love me? How’s the weather? L.A treating you good? Does she fuck like me? Wanna grab a few Jack’s sometime this year?
I’m good. Just lounging around. My band is on hiatus for a bit…nothing much.
I know you know what I won’t ask, the question that everyone wants us to ask.
I know you know that I know what your answer would be.
I know it’s too late to apologize, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try and give it my all.
I really miss you.
I want to go come.
Home’s where the heart is, isn’t?
It’s where you are.
Some days I wonder. Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you still think about in bed, when the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you’re sliding off your shirt? Well, I’ve thought of what I did, and how I hope to God she was worth it. But I won’t be selfish. I never planned to kill your chorus.
I won’t write my name here because I think it’s obvious who is taking the time to sit here and write this completely fucked up letter. I hope you read this and even if I never see your face again, I know that I will have tried my best.
-Your testosterone Boy
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Dear "Testosterone Boy",
I know it's you. It's always fucking you, isn't it? I don't understand why you waste your energy writing me a letter. Half of it isn't even your own words, you fucker. For future reference, if you want to "seduce" me, you need to try harder than spewing out that old recycled shit. Shame; you'd always been so good with words.
I was in two minds about writing you this reply. Would I have the upper hand, take the high road and throw the letter in the trash the second I recognized your scribbled handwriting? Or would I sink to your level, join you in the gutter and try to keep my heart firmly in my chest and not on this piece of paper? I guess it's obvious which one I chose.
Well. Hiatus, huh? French for "given up", I suppose. Maybe Latin for "I can't be fucked anymore", Greek for "take me back Brendon, please". You're right, it is too fucking late for that.
To say your effort was endearing would be a lie. Why distance yourself with a letter? You always used to say face-to-face was the only real way to communicate. A phone call, perhaps? I'm reading the words in your voice anyway, what would be the difference? Oh, right, I remember now; you can't hide on the phone. You couldn't just chicken out halfway through and hang up because I'd know how weak you were. So you hide behind a flimsy sheet of paper. How many goes did it take to write it? How many times did you stop, or rewrite it?
I know you'll never change. You'll still be the same, stupid boy I once knew.
But I digress. I've been fine, Spencer's doing pretty well, the weather's sunny as ever, L.A is doing wonderful things.
As for the others? Well, I'll let you figure that out for yourself.
xBrendon
From noelsaysalright to fourtysteps
Sisky,
Hey man, how's it going?
...yeah, that was pretty lame, I know. But I had to do something to break the ice after... y'know. Last night, eh? Wasn't that fun?
OK, I'm gonna cut the crap here: I meant what I said. Every word. However, if I could take it back, I would. I saw the look on your face as the words came out, but I just couldn't stop myself. I never meant to hurt you like that. I never meant to hurt you at all. There's no excuse for what I did. Before I said it, I knew it was the wrong thing to say.
But you know me. I think before I speak. I wish I didn't, but it's who I am. And I can only apologize so many times for all the damage I've caused you because of it. I feel like that one stupid mistake last night was the last straw for you, and I couldn't be more sorry right now. Your shirt was hideous, but I should never have said. I am so sorry.
So Sisky, can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Please?
xWilliam.
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Bill,
If you meant what you said I don't understand why you'd want to take it back. You hurt me, yeah, but I always expect you to be honest with me. Even if it makes me upset. That's just always been us, man. It's how we've always been. I don't think our friendship could work any other way.
But anyways, I guess what I'm trying to say is that yeah, that was a lame move you pulled, taking a blow at my style, but I wouldn't expect any less from you. I got a little pissed, okay. That should be expected. I'm over it, though. Apology is accepted. No hard feelings.
Oh, and I thought I'd point out that those grandpa sweaters and suspenders you wear all the time make you look like a real big douche bag. I can give you your leather jacket back if it gets you out of those ridiculous cardigans, seriously. Anything but those. And I'll even help you burn the suspenders.
But really, no hard feelings, Bilvy.
- Sisky.
You guys are just *amazing* :D I am in awe of these letters!
And if any of you want to write a reply to your reply, feel free to ;D
TEAM CORKTREE - 122pts
defect_no9 - 42
fall_out_nurse - 40
jdmcool - 40
TEAM BARRINGTON - 42pts
fourtysteps - 42
TEAM FEVER - 40pts
mitchiemarie - 40
The sidebar has been updated! Any disagreements on anything, just say ;)
Now, the letters themselves :D They were *amazing*, seriously! And you all wrote the replies so quickly! *_* I was expecting you all to procrastinate like I did. And I just needed to say that I went a teeny tiny bit mental with my reply. Muses were awakened. I need to write more.
BUT ANYWAY, following are all of the letters, and their respective replies! Well done!
From defect_no9 to fall_out_nurse
Dear Pete,
Just because you froze all of my underwear with liquid Nitrogen, doesn't mean I will go without. Fuck you. I'll just pull a total Gerard Way, and wear the same god damn pair for the rest of the tour. Which won't be over for another month and a half. Prepare to smell my jet-lagged, stage scummed, baked-on ass sweat. I plan on standing directly next to you, radiating pure stench for the next six weeks.
Also, I farted on you pillow and fed your last clean pair of socks to Hemmy.
♥ Patrick
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Oh Patrick,
First off, YOU told me it was a good idea to freeze your undies in that stuff, I mean we were drunk at the time but hey... it sounded good at the time. Secondly, dude can you not go commando for one day, to wash them for god sakes; I know I don't shower but dude i like when you smell like rainbows and sunshine not gross old man in the streets. And if you do in fact plan on wearing the same damn pair of underwear I WILL be going out and buying you new ones or spraying you with cologene every chance I get!
♥ Pete
P.s. That was your pillow I stole because you smell nice (for now) and it's cool I hate socks
From fall_out_nurse to mitchiemarie
Dearest Patrick,
I love you I think, it could be the beer talking but dude i think we should totally run off somewhere. with mountians. and llamas. Patrick...Lunchbox...Rick hear me out on this one i know i have crazy ideas bu this could work. shut up Trick of course i'm drunk but imagine it llama farm, LLAMAS PATROCK! we could own them. think about it. we could live far away from all the paps and the stalkers with llamas dude sure they smell but we've lived on a bus with other dudes it could happen. and they're soft with bad teeth but we should do it. let me know if you want this happy ending or not but Patrick i think this idea will work... this time unlike the last one
Pete
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Dear Peter Panda,
Aww silly bear. You’re going to have such a killer hangover tomorrow! But even if you don’t remember any of this when you wake up. I just have to say ‘I do’. What else can I say? I’d love to have a llama farm with you and ride them over hills and shit. It’d be awesome. Yeah, I completely remember how the last one backfired. Let’s cross our fingers and hope third time’s a charm.
-Forever yours, Pattycakes ;)
From fourtysteps to jdmcool
Dear Bill Beckett,
I miss you. And you undeniably miss me, too, so don't even try to fake like you don't. You miss my waves and my curls and my luciousness. I know you do, I can see it in your faded smile.
I never did understand why we parted ways. One day, years back, you had a sudden relevation, and then I was gone. Out of nowhere, you left me. Then, gradually, over time you let me creep past your shoulders and the world was a happy place. But, inevitably, you cut me out of your life. Completely betrayed me. What dark times those were for me. Why'd you do it, William? Again and again? You think you can play my heart like this, you think you have the right.
But that's not why I'm writing this letter. I'm asking for your forgiveness. I'm sorry any of the times I betrayed you, making people question your gender or at the very least your masculinity. You know I need you, and you need me. Girls all over the world don't swoon like they used to when we were together. And your boyfriend Gabe misses me, too, I can tell.
Won't you take (grow?) me back?
Love,
Your long and glorious hair.
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Dear… Hair?
I’m not really sure how to respond to you as I didn’t know my hair had the ability to write. But um… Beyond that, I suppose, I think you are over reacting? It’s not like you aren’t there, unless you happen to be the pieces of hair that I cut off, in which case, this is disturbing for so many more reasons. But … Anyways, answering your question. Or letter as the case may be.
Uh… I didn’t cut you for the fun of it? I know Gabe liked my hair long cause he would run his hand through it and tug it when he would do me from… Ahem, anyhoo, the point is that I cut my hair for me and he knows that. I wanted short hair and I cut it and he told me it was nice, which is the important thing because I know when he cuts his hair, I lock myself in my room and cry silently to myself because I like his hair longer. If he ever said that he hated my hair well I would… lock myself in my room and cry silently over that. I cut my hair to feel good and classy.
It’s not because you make me look like a girl because I know that even with short hair I look my like a twelve year old boy or awkwardly tall lesbian depending on who I’m speaking to, which is why I am no longer speaking to Mike. But, it’s nothing against you. You’re pretty? Fun to wash? I’m not really sure what you want from me, but if it helps, I haven’t gotten a hair cut in two weeks so there may be hope?
Sincerely,
A very confused Bill Beckett.
From jdmcool to defect _no9
Rickster,
I have some bad news I have to tell you. See, Ashlee knows about us. Like, the whole “meeting up and declaring our undying love” kind of knows. Which is odd since I don’t think we’ve ever really done anything that dramatic. I mean, maybe when we got back together and started this clandestine (yes I can use that word in a sentence if I want. Don’t judge me) relationship. But according to her, I suck at hiding things which is why when Bronx is older she’s in charge of birthdays and Christmas. I mean, how messed up is that? I could hide gifts amazingly from a small kid. You just put them in a closet of somewhere. It’s not that complicated.
Still, the fact of the matter is… Oh, you’re probably shitting bricks right now, huh? Panicked about everything about us and my marriage? Don’t worry, she says she knows and finds it cute. In fact, it’s that part of things that is the issue. I mean, how is my affair cute? I wanted some As The World Turns type of drama, where you yell angrily at the camera on stage left (I learned a new stage term). Or maybe even some of that Desperate Housewives plate throwing, you know? Something that meant she was truly shattered and crushed deep down in the cockles of her soul over what I was doing.
But no, she thinks it’s cute and nice that we could make up. I mean, is she serious? I am not a puppy or Bronx with his little love affair with Gabe. …Admittedly that seems very creepy outside my head. I know Gabe would never do that with my son and that Bronx’s crush is just the oddities of a child’s mind, because really, who other than Bill stares longingly at Gabe? Anyways, I don’t like her thiking that what we do is cute. Cute is not what we aim for here.
You know, I bet with all the bands in the world I could make entire stories just using band names. It’d be pretty cool. Next letter, I am so totally going to do that. But for this one, I just wanted you to know that Ashlee thinks you should eat dinner with us this weekend before our usual “hanging out together” because she wants to talk with you or something. I don’t even care any more. I am just pissed that she had the exact same reaction to me and you as my mom! What is the world coming to when everyone just expects me to want to be all over you all the time? This sucks so much.
XOXO
Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III
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Fucking Pete,
How the HELL did you manage to not only fly to Chicago, but buy a power drill, screws, and a rental car to leave me a letter SCREWED INTO my front door? You could have called first? You could have knocked? I see you outside in the bushes, undoubtedly making sure I get your uh--- letter.
Haven’t done anything dramatic my ass! You hired a team of skydivers to spell out “Pete ♥ Patrick” with their bodies over Chicago.
My mother was NOT amused if you remember.
Of course you suck at hiding things! The only reason you’re any good at hiding things from kids is that you are one! You once tried to hide my favorite hat inside of my ugliest one.
It didn’t work asshole.
No, it didn’t.
Damnit, now I’m arguing with you through the window!
So, the reason that Ashlee already knows, and why I am NOT shitting bricks right now as I watch you squirm out there in my Azalea bush; is because I already TOLD HER! She is a smart girl, you know. She actually knew all about us before we even knew about us.
She’s a wonderful girl, and she only has her son’s best interest in mind. Even if your son has already developed a crush on Gabe, giving new meaning to both the term “cradle robber”, and to the timeframe where you yourself discovered these kinds of feelings.
Creepy is a huge understatement. Get Bronx checked for an alien parasite.
With all the long ass titles you’ve given our songs, you could probably wrap the Earth at least twice. I’m not even counting the ones that were balled up in your trash can the last time I saw you. Could you imagine how many times we could do that just with the names of bands we know? Think about that the next time I need five more minutes to finish a song.
Of course Ashlee wants me to come over for dinner, because she already called me to ask. She would have told you too if you didn’t fly out of L.A. just to stand around outside in my bushes. I have my bags packed by my bedroom door.
You know, if you want, you can come inside or something. Maybe we can “hang out” for a few minutes before we fly out.
Seriously get your ass in here.
And you owe me a new door, asshole.
Love, Patrick
From mitchiemarie to noelsaysalright
Dear Bden,
But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and you are the sun. See‽ You even make me quote fucking Shakespeare. Maybe I should just embarrass myself even more but trying to seduce you through this letter with my cheesy pick-up lines.
My name isn’t Luna, but I sure can Lovegood.
I’m a raindrop, and I’m falling for you. ♥
Is your dad a baker? Cause you have nice buns.
Okay, I’ll stop right there. I can’t even believe I’m writing this.
So, how have you been? How’s Spencer? Do you still love me? How’s the weather? L.A treating you good? Does she fuck like me? Wanna grab a few Jack’s sometime this year?
I’m good. Just lounging around. My band is on hiatus for a bit…nothing much.
I know you know what I won’t ask, the question that everyone wants us to ask.
I know you know that I know what your answer would be.
I know it’s too late to apologize, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try and give it my all.
I really miss you.
I want to go come.
Home’s where the heart is, isn’t?
It’s where you are.
Some days I wonder. Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you still think about in bed, when the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you’re sliding off your shirt? Well, I’ve thought of what I did, and how I hope to God she was worth it. But I won’t be selfish. I never planned to kill your chorus.
I won’t write my name here because I think it’s obvious who is taking the time to sit here and write this completely fucked up letter. I hope you read this and even if I never see your face again, I know that I will have tried my best.
-Your testosterone Boy
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Dear "Testosterone Boy",
I know it's you. It's always fucking you, isn't it? I don't understand why you waste your energy writing me a letter. Half of it isn't even your own words, you fucker. For future reference, if you want to "seduce" me, you need to try harder than spewing out that old recycled shit. Shame; you'd always been so good with words.
I was in two minds about writing you this reply. Would I have the upper hand, take the high road and throw the letter in the trash the second I recognized your scribbled handwriting? Or would I sink to your level, join you in the gutter and try to keep my heart firmly in my chest and not on this piece of paper? I guess it's obvious which one I chose.
Well. Hiatus, huh? French for "given up", I suppose. Maybe Latin for "I can't be fucked anymore", Greek for "take me back Brendon, please". You're right, it is too fucking late for that.
To say your effort was endearing would be a lie. Why distance yourself with a letter? You always used to say face-to-face was the only real way to communicate. A phone call, perhaps? I'm reading the words in your voice anyway, what would be the difference? Oh, right, I remember now; you can't hide on the phone. You couldn't just chicken out halfway through and hang up because I'd know how weak you were. So you hide behind a flimsy sheet of paper. How many goes did it take to write it? How many times did you stop, or rewrite it?
I know you'll never change. You'll still be the same, stupid boy I once knew.
But I digress. I've been fine, Spencer's doing pretty well, the weather's sunny as ever, L.A is doing wonderful things.
As for the others? Well, I'll let you figure that out for yourself.
xBrendon
From noelsaysalright to fourtysteps
Sisky,
Hey man, how's it going?
...yeah, that was pretty lame, I know. But I had to do something to break the ice after... y'know. Last night, eh? Wasn't that fun?
OK, I'm gonna cut the crap here: I meant what I said. Every word. However, if I could take it back, I would. I saw the look on your face as the words came out, but I just couldn't stop myself. I never meant to hurt you like that. I never meant to hurt you at all. There's no excuse for what I did. Before I said it, I knew it was the wrong thing to say.
But you know me. I think before I speak. I wish I didn't, but it's who I am. And I can only apologize so many times for all the damage I've caused you because of it. I feel like that one stupid mistake last night was the last straw for you, and I couldn't be more sorry right now. Your shirt was hideous, but I should never have said. I am so sorry.
So Sisky, can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Please?
xWilliam.
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Bill,
If you meant what you said I don't understand why you'd want to take it back. You hurt me, yeah, but I always expect you to be honest with me. Even if it makes me upset. That's just always been us, man. It's how we've always been. I don't think our friendship could work any other way.
But anyways, I guess what I'm trying to say is that yeah, that was a lame move you pulled, taking a blow at my style, but I wouldn't expect any less from you. I got a little pissed, okay. That should be expected. I'm over it, though. Apology is accepted. No hard feelings.
Oh, and I thought I'd point out that those grandpa sweaters and suspenders you wear all the time make you look like a real big douche bag. I can give you your leather jacket back if it gets you out of those ridiculous cardigans, seriously. Anything but those. And I'll even help you burn the suspenders.
But really, no hard feelings, Bilvy.
- Sisky.
You guys are just *amazing* :D I am in awe of these letters!
And if any of you want to write a reply to your reply, feel free to ;D