To: Jack, From: Boone, PG reallyjanie_tangerineFebruary 17 2009, 23:35:18 UTC
Dear Jack,
I… well, I realize that writing this isn’t probably that good of an idea. Not that it would be any news, and I guess you know that well enough, but I never was famous for being the one who gets the smart ideas.
Anyway, this isn’t the point of this letter, not exactly. The point is… well, there’s more than I need to tell you and I’m not sure at all I could do it in your face. Also, in order to find the paper I had to steal it from Sawyer’s stuff that day he was off hunting and please, realize that stealing things from Sawyer is not something I’d do if the situation didn’t absolutely require it. I had the pen already, but that was probably the only thing that wouldn’t need explanations here. And I’ve already wasted too much space, so I’ll go straight to the point.
Me and Jo Locke haven’t been hunting, lately. We’ve been trying to open this hatch door we found by chance that day when we split while searching for Charlie and Claire. He says we shouldn’t tell and that we’re meant to open it and a lot of other stuff but I’m getting tired of that nonsense and I can’t keep the act up much longer. See, I’ve been… well, not having the best of times lately. You probably haven’t noticed but it’s alright, I figure you’d have more pressing matters than noticing whether I’m fine or not and it’s not like… I’ve probably been thinking too much, it’s not like there’s anything else to do when J Locke sits there trying to open that thing just by looking at it and when Shannon is off wherever she is. Sorry, I guess you don’t exactly give a damn about my issues with them both and I can’t really blame you, I wouldn’t give a damn either if I were someone else, but anyway, I’ve been thinking too much and a lot of that much was about you and about a couple of things I’ve wanted to tell you for a while but couldn’t. Sorry also for throwing this at you, I know you already have a lot to take care of, but there really wasn’t anyone else I could turn to.
First, I’m still beating myself up for when I lashed out at you that day. When you saved my life and in exchange I could only manage to give Shannon a run for her money in the bitchiness department. I don’t really have excuses, not that I’d search for any. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up and you forgot it already but I needed it out in the open. Second, I… well, here it comes. I can’t… I can’t exactly stop thinking about you and it’s not in… much friendly terms. And with that I don’t mean that I don’t I’m sure you’ll probably be freaked out by this point, but I arrived here, I can do it all. I… it’s just that you’re there stuck in my head all the time, just there. I’m always thinking about… either those damned pens or when you pulled me out of the water or that time at the caves after Sawyer… well, that one. I spend half of the day wishing I was at the caves or anywhere else you are instead of looking at a metal door, I’ve been having some dreams during which well, we kind of kiss and… well, I’ll spare you the details, I want to hope you won’t get too fed up before I’m finished. I realize this sounds like some stupid crush and that probably part of it is, but it’s not… all. Not really. There’s more to it, but I don’t think I can write it down. I wish I could show you, though, but I know what this implies and well… tomorrow I’m going back there again. I’ll find some excuse to leave this some place where you can find it. About the hatch, I hope you decide to do something. Whatever you want, I trust you to do the right thing. About the rest… just… come searching for me if you’d like to… at least talk about it. If not, just pretend I never mentioned anything. I’d understand. Thank you, whatever is your decision.
Re: To: Jack, From: Boone, PG reallyelliotsmelliotFebruary 18 2009, 04:17:09 UTC
From crack to heartfelt love...
I loved all the stops and starts here, and the hesitation to me overly familiar and overly hopeful. I like the touch of how he had to steal paper from Sawyer.
just… come searching for me if you’d like to… at least talk about it.
I hope this message was delivered and received positively! Hmmm, what would Jack’s response me. A reassuring smile? A kiss? A letter in kind?
I… well, I realize that writing this isn’t probably that good of an idea. Not that it would be any news, and I guess you know that well enough, but I never was famous for being the one who gets the smart ideas.
Anyway, this isn’t the point of this letter, not exactly. The point is… well, there’s more than I need to tell you and I’m not sure at all I could do it in your face. Also, in order to find the paper I had to steal it from Sawyer’s stuff that day he was off hunting and please, realize that stealing things from Sawyer is not something I’d do if the situation didn’t absolutely require it. I had the pen already, but that was probably the only thing that wouldn’t need explanations here. And I’ve already wasted too much space, so I’ll go straight to the point.
Me and Jo Locke haven’t been hunting, lately. We’ve been trying to open this hatch door we found by chance that day when we split while searching for Charlie and Claire. He says we shouldn’t tell and that we’re meant to open it and a lot of other stuff but I’m getting tired of that nonsense and I can’t keep the act up much longer. See, I’ve been… well, not having the best of times lately. You probably haven’t noticed but it’s alright, I figure you’d have more pressing matters than noticing whether I’m fine or not and it’s not like… I’ve probably been thinking too much, it’s not like there’s anything else to do when J Locke sits there trying to open that thing just by looking at it and when Shannon is off wherever she is. Sorry, I guess you don’t exactly give a damn about my issues with them both and I can’t really blame you, I wouldn’t give a damn either if I were someone else, but anyway, I’ve been thinking too much and a lot of that much was about you and about a couple of things I’ve wanted to tell you for a while but couldn’t. Sorry also for throwing this at you, I know you already have a lot to take care of, but there really wasn’t anyone else I could turn to.
First, I’m still beating myself up for when I lashed out at you that day. When you saved my life and in exchange I could only manage to give Shannon a run for her money in the bitchiness department. I don’t really have excuses, not that I’d search for any. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up and you forgot it already but I needed it out in the open. Second, I… well, here it comes. I can’t… I can’t exactly stop thinking about you and it’s not in… much friendly terms. And with that I don’t mean that I don’t I’m sure you’ll probably be freaked out by this point, but I arrived here, I can do it all. I… it’s just that you’re there stuck in my head all the time, just there. I’m always thinking about… either those damned pens or when you pulled me out of the water or that time at the caves after Sawyer… well, that one. I spend half of the day wishing I was at the caves or anywhere else you are instead of looking at a metal door, I’ve been having some dreams during which well, we kind of kiss and… well, I’ll spare you the details, I want to hope you won’t get too fed up before I’m finished. I realize this sounds like some stupid crush and that probably part of it is, but it’s not… all. Not really. There’s more to it, but I don’t think I can write it down. I wish I could show you, though, but I know what this implies and well… tomorrow I’m going back there again. I’ll find some excuse to leave this some place where you can find it. About the hatch, I hope you decide to do something. Whatever you want, I trust you to do the right thing. About the rest… just… come searching for me if you’d like to… at least talk about it. If not, just pretend I never mentioned anything. I’d understand. Thank you, whatever is your decision.
Lo
Boone
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I loved all the stops and starts here, and the hesitation to me overly familiar and overly hopeful. I like the touch of how he had to steal paper from Sawyer.
just… come searching for me if you’d like to… at least talk about it.
I hope this message was delivered and received positively! Hmmm, what would Jack’s response me. A reassuring smile? A kiss? A letter in kind?
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Oh, I decided it was. ;) And who knows, I might actually write an answer here if I manage to figure out a couple of things. Thanks for reading!
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