I'm living in your letters
Pairing:Mark/Hayley
Rating: PG-13
Notes:So you might be all wtf, Kara? Why does this have no title!? It's a letter!fic. Meaning it's a letter Mark has written. *nod* Yay for experimenting with new types of fic.
Dear Hayley,
I figured I’d write you a note since your mom is being Nazi like about this whole grounding thing. I know, aren’t I just such a romantic bastard sending you love letters? You know you think it’s the sweetest thing ever and want to reward me with lots and lots of sex.
I’ve seen the Notebook, I know how this works, Hal. Just promise me you won’t run off with Cyclops (no matter how wicked awesome he is in that movie)
I didn’t cry at that, by the way, no matter what Morgan tells you. She’s just mad I know about her secret stash of Willow/Tara porn.
Okay, yeah. On to a slightly less disturbing topic…
Have I mentioned I miss you? Because I really, really do. I mean, I know your mom is like the wicked witch, but don’t you think a month is a little harsh? It’s not like we were running the streets.
Okay, having hot teenage sex in hotel rooms, but not like we were hanging out with Larry the crackhead.
I’m almost nostalgic for the days of Knight’s class. At least then I got to see you in a non cafeteria type setting. You know I love you, but the smell of moldy French fry oil is just too nauseating.
Which is why you need to meet me at my locker between classes 3 & 4. Have I mentioned my intentions are totally dishonorable?
Better go, Mrs. Clark is so giving me the evil eye, and this is far from a paper on the life cycle of the may fly.
Love you.
Mark
PS: Thought the whole shoving this note in your locker thing was brilliant. Who says Dawson’s Creek is completely pointless?
Rating: PG-13
Notes:So you might be all wtf, Kara? Why does this have no title!? It's a letter!fic. Meaning it's a letter Mark has written. *nod* Yay for experimenting with new types of fic.
Dear Hayley,
I figured I’d write you a note since your mom is being Nazi like about this whole grounding thing. I know, aren’t I just such a romantic bastard sending you love letters? You know you think it’s the sweetest thing ever and want to reward me with lots and lots of sex.
I’ve seen the Notebook, I know how this works, Hal. Just promise me you won’t run off with Cyclops (no matter how wicked awesome he is in that movie)
I didn’t cry at that, by the way, no matter what Morgan tells you. She’s just mad I know about her secret stash of Willow/Tara porn.
Okay, yeah. On to a slightly less disturbing topic…
Have I mentioned I miss you? Because I really, really do. I mean, I know your mom is like the wicked witch, but don’t you think a month is a little harsh? It’s not like we were running the streets.
Okay, having hot teenage sex in hotel rooms, but not like we were hanging out with Larry the crackhead.
I’m almost nostalgic for the days of Knight’s class. At least then I got to see you in a non cafeteria type setting. You know I love you, but the smell of moldy French fry oil is just too nauseating.
Which is why you need to meet me at my locker between classes 3 & 4. Have I mentioned my intentions are totally dishonorable?
Better go, Mrs. Clark is so giving me the evil eye, and this is far from a paper on the life cycle of the may fly.
Love you.
Mark
PS: Thought the whole shoving this note in your locker thing was brilliant. Who says Dawson’s Creek is completely pointless?