Everyone, call your dentists, because the following is so sweet, it'll cause cavities
I don't know where this came from, but this ficlet idea hit me yesterday and I HAD to write it. I typed it up in no time and figured I should post it before I completely forgot about it. So, enjoy the UBER CUTE that follows.
Title: P.S. I Love You
Pairing: Ted/Cody
Rating: PG, maybe even G
Summary: Cody writes to Ted
Word Count: 1355
Disclaimer: They all belong to Vince
Warning: Brush your teeth after, because the fluff might stick. Other than that, absolutely nothing
Cody sat on the floor with his fellow classmates, looking up as the teacher sat down in the chair in front of them. She smiled and greeted them, just as she did every morning just before the announcements. The entire class stood for the Pledge of Allegiance, reciting it in unison, and then sat back down before the fifth graders started to read off the day’s announcements. The only real big topic that day was someone talking about the newly implemented recycling program the school just started, and how it was already a success, followed by the principal reading off the names of kids who had birthdays that day.
Once those were finished, his teacher, Ms. Conway, began telling them about what they would be working on that morning. “I thought we’d start out with a fun writing exercise. I want all of you to think of someone you’d like to write a letter to. It can be anyone, a friend or a family member, and when you go back to your desks, I want you to take out a piece of paper and write a short letter to them about anything you’d like, like how school is going, or how much you love your new dog. And then, once you’re done, we can even mail it to them.”
Instantly Cody knew exactly who he was going to write to. His best friend in the whole entire world: Teddy.
“After you’re done with your letters, we’ll come back here and work on math, ok?”
“Ok,” the class repeated back.
“Good. Go to your seats now and we’ll get started. Remember to start your letters with Dear and then the name of the person that you’re writing. And don’t forget to sign your name at the end.”
The class stood up and headed to their desks, each grabbing a blank piece of white paper from the front of the room on the way. They got out their pencils and scrawled out the required start of the letters.
One of Cody’s friends, Jacob, who sat across from him in their groups of four, looked up from his own letter and asked, “Who are you writing your letter to?”
Cody smiled as he answered proudly, “My best friend, Teddy.”
“You talk about him a lot. How come we’ve never met him?”
“Because he lives in Mississippi,” Cody told him, slightly frustrated as his prominent lisp inhibited his pronunciation of the home state of his friend. “And besides, he’s ten,” Cody informed Jacob as if that were the most important thing in the world.
“No way, why would a ten year old want to hang around with someone in second grade?” another kid at the table, Larry, asked, completely unable to fathom why someone who was actually up to double digits in age would want to associate with a seven year old.
“Because we’ve been friends since forever. His dad is a wrestler, too. That’s how we met.”
“How can he be your best friend if you don’t even see him?” Jacob asked, incredulous.
“We talk on the phone sometimes. And our dads bring us to shows, so we see each other a little bit. And every summer we’ll go to each others houses for a few days. I wish he were sitting across from me instead of you,” Cody said to Jacob, sticking his tongue out.
“Ms. Conway! Cody stuck his tongue out at me!”
“Cody,” she said walking over to the group, “is that true?”
“Yes…”
“Apologize to Jacob and then get back to writing.”
“I’m sorry for sticking my tongue out at you.”
“Thank you,” Ms. Conway said before turning away and checking on the progress of another group.
“Tattle tale,” Cody muttered just before he turned his focus onto the letter, which read so far, “Dear Teddy,”. What did he want to tell Teddy about? School would be a good start.
Dear Teddy,
How are you? I’m good. I’m writing this in my class right now because my teacher told us to write a letter to anyone we wanted and I thought of you right away. I really like school. We do a lot of fun things, like the field trip we went on to an aquarium where we saw tons of cool looking fish and we got to see sharks being fed and this mean looking eel. My teacher is really nice too.
The second ‘o’ in too was written scrunched in next to the period after his teacher informed him that he needed to use a different too.
I can’t wait to see you this summer. It’s always fun when we get to see each other over the summer! And it’ll be cool to see Max again! Maybe I’ll be taller than him this year. But I don’t think I grew much since last year. I keep telling Dad that I want a dog, and I think he’s close to getting one. I want a big dog like Max.
I can’t really think of anything else right now. I’ll see you soon.
Cody
They handed in their letters, and as she collected them, she asked each kid if they knew the address of the person they were sending the letters to. A few people knew, others weren’t too sure, especially if it was for a grandparent or cousin, or someone not a parent or sibling. But Cody knew Ted’s address. He had been there enough that he remembered it now.
The day Ted received the letter in the mail, he called Cody and thanked him, and told him that Max was probably still taller than he was.
And now Ted was going through some of the things he had in his old childhood room as Cody helped. He found a box of old papers, and sat down on his bed as his eyes raked over the letter he just pulled out. He couldn’t stop smiling.
“What’s that, Teddy?” Cody asked, coming up behind him, kneeling on the bed and wrapping his arms around him, pressing his cheek to Ted’s as he read over his shoulder.
“A letter you wrote me when you were in second grade,” Ted answered as he raised his left hand to Cody’s face as his right held the letter tight.
“I can see that. You still have it?”
“It would appear that way, wouldn’t it? That was the first letter you ever wrote to me yourself. Such lovely penmanship you had.”
“It’s not much better now,” Cody said with a laugh.
“I love how random you were in this. The mean looking eel, your nice teacher, Max... I remember when I got this; I couldn’t believe you actually thought of me for the assignment. I was so excited.”
“Of course I’d write to you. I talked you up, down and all around to my class. I would have taken you in for show and tell if I could have. They were all so impressed that my best friend was actually ten years old.”
“You’re making me feel so old.”
“How do you think I feel? I was seven when I wrote that. Hadn’t even hit the big one zero yet, and now I’m twenty-four. Of course, you’re closer to thirty than twenty, so I don’t feel as bad.”
“Haha.” Ted couldn’t tear his eyes away from the letter. The pencil was fading and the paper had yellowed slightly, but it was probably the sweetest thing he had ever received.
“When you wrote me a letter back, I showed it off to my class. Even back then I liked showing you off. I still have that letter, ya know.”
“Really?”
“Of course. You actually wrote me a letter. I can’t even tell you how happy I was that day, Teddy. Like, look, I have the greatest best friend in the entire world.”
“We should put them somewhere. In a picture album, or something. Just to keep them safe.”
“That’d be a good idea,” Cody agreed. “Keep them together…”
“Yeah. I love you. So much.”
“I love you, too. Always have.”
“I can tell,” Ted said, still smiling. “Me, too.”
Title: P.S. I Love You
Pairing: Ted/Cody
Rating: PG, maybe even G
Summary: Cody writes to Ted
Word Count: 1355
Disclaimer: They all belong to Vince
Warning: Brush your teeth after, because the fluff might stick. Other than that, absolutely nothing
Cody sat on the floor with his fellow classmates, looking up as the teacher sat down in the chair in front of them. She smiled and greeted them, just as she did every morning just before the announcements. The entire class stood for the Pledge of Allegiance, reciting it in unison, and then sat back down before the fifth graders started to read off the day’s announcements. The only real big topic that day was someone talking about the newly implemented recycling program the school just started, and how it was already a success, followed by the principal reading off the names of kids who had birthdays that day.
Once those were finished, his teacher, Ms. Conway, began telling them about what they would be working on that morning. “I thought we’d start out with a fun writing exercise. I want all of you to think of someone you’d like to write a letter to. It can be anyone, a friend or a family member, and when you go back to your desks, I want you to take out a piece of paper and write a short letter to them about anything you’d like, like how school is going, or how much you love your new dog. And then, once you’re done, we can even mail it to them.”
Instantly Cody knew exactly who he was going to write to. His best friend in the whole entire world: Teddy.
“After you’re done with your letters, we’ll come back here and work on math, ok?”
“Ok,” the class repeated back.
“Good. Go to your seats now and we’ll get started. Remember to start your letters with Dear and then the name of the person that you’re writing. And don’t forget to sign your name at the end.”
The class stood up and headed to their desks, each grabbing a blank piece of white paper from the front of the room on the way. They got out their pencils and scrawled out the required start of the letters.
One of Cody’s friends, Jacob, who sat across from him in their groups of four, looked up from his own letter and asked, “Who are you writing your letter to?”
Cody smiled as he answered proudly, “My best friend, Teddy.”
“You talk about him a lot. How come we’ve never met him?”
“Because he lives in Mississippi,” Cody told him, slightly frustrated as his prominent lisp inhibited his pronunciation of the home state of his friend. “And besides, he’s ten,” Cody informed Jacob as if that were the most important thing in the world.
“No way, why would a ten year old want to hang around with someone in second grade?” another kid at the table, Larry, asked, completely unable to fathom why someone who was actually up to double digits in age would want to associate with a seven year old.
“Because we’ve been friends since forever. His dad is a wrestler, too. That’s how we met.”
“How can he be your best friend if you don’t even see him?” Jacob asked, incredulous.
“We talk on the phone sometimes. And our dads bring us to shows, so we see each other a little bit. And every summer we’ll go to each others houses for a few days. I wish he were sitting across from me instead of you,” Cody said to Jacob, sticking his tongue out.
“Ms. Conway! Cody stuck his tongue out at me!”
“Cody,” she said walking over to the group, “is that true?”
“Yes…”
“Apologize to Jacob and then get back to writing.”
“I’m sorry for sticking my tongue out at you.”
“Thank you,” Ms. Conway said before turning away and checking on the progress of another group.
“Tattle tale,” Cody muttered just before he turned his focus onto the letter, which read so far, “Dear Teddy,”. What did he want to tell Teddy about? School would be a good start.
Dear Teddy,
How are you? I’m good. I’m writing this in my class right now because my teacher told us to write a letter to anyone we wanted and I thought of you right away. I really like school. We do a lot of fun things, like the field trip we went on to an aquarium where we saw tons of cool looking fish and we got to see sharks being fed and this mean looking eel. My teacher is really nice too.
The second ‘o’ in too was written scrunched in next to the period after his teacher informed him that he needed to use a different too.
I can’t wait to see you this summer. It’s always fun when we get to see each other over the summer! And it’ll be cool to see Max again! Maybe I’ll be taller than him this year. But I don’t think I grew much since last year. I keep telling Dad that I want a dog, and I think he’s close to getting one. I want a big dog like Max.
I can’t really think of anything else right now. I’ll see you soon.
Cody
They handed in their letters, and as she collected them, she asked each kid if they knew the address of the person they were sending the letters to. A few people knew, others weren’t too sure, especially if it was for a grandparent or cousin, or someone not a parent or sibling. But Cody knew Ted’s address. He had been there enough that he remembered it now.
The day Ted received the letter in the mail, he called Cody and thanked him, and told him that Max was probably still taller than he was.
And now Ted was going through some of the things he had in his old childhood room as Cody helped. He found a box of old papers, and sat down on his bed as his eyes raked over the letter he just pulled out. He couldn’t stop smiling.
“What’s that, Teddy?” Cody asked, coming up behind him, kneeling on the bed and wrapping his arms around him, pressing his cheek to Ted’s as he read over his shoulder.
“A letter you wrote me when you were in second grade,” Ted answered as he raised his left hand to Cody’s face as his right held the letter tight.
“I can see that. You still have it?”
“It would appear that way, wouldn’t it? That was the first letter you ever wrote to me yourself. Such lovely penmanship you had.”
“It’s not much better now,” Cody said with a laugh.
“I love how random you were in this. The mean looking eel, your nice teacher, Max... I remember when I got this; I couldn’t believe you actually thought of me for the assignment. I was so excited.”
“Of course I’d write to you. I talked you up, down and all around to my class. I would have taken you in for show and tell if I could have. They were all so impressed that my best friend was actually ten years old.”
“You’re making me feel so old.”
“How do you think I feel? I was seven when I wrote that. Hadn’t even hit the big one zero yet, and now I’m twenty-four. Of course, you’re closer to thirty than twenty, so I don’t feel as bad.”
“Haha.” Ted couldn’t tear his eyes away from the letter. The pencil was fading and the paper had yellowed slightly, but it was probably the sweetest thing he had ever received.
“When you wrote me a letter back, I showed it off to my class. Even back then I liked showing you off. I still have that letter, ya know.”
“Really?”
“Of course. You actually wrote me a letter. I can’t even tell you how happy I was that day, Teddy. Like, look, I have the greatest best friend in the entire world.”
“We should put them somewhere. In a picture album, or something. Just to keep them safe.”
“That’d be a good idea,” Cody agreed. “Keep them together…”
“Yeah. I love you. So much.”
“I love you, too. Always have.”
“I can tell,” Ted said, still smiling. “Me, too.”