From : BigHitter@itsMail.com
To : MayorofLondon@itsMail.com
Subject : RE. About Friday…
November 22, 2011 8:40 PM Saturday
Londie, I have to say that for some odd reason, your e-mail made me smile. You should text and e-mail me more when you’re sleep deprived. (And I have an inkling it had something to do with my glorious body. Am I right? Did images of me keep you awake all night long, tossing and turning maybe?)
How about yesterday you didn’t ask a single question other than ‘is this a gray finish?’ But don’t worry, I’m used to you not talking much when you are around me. But I had to say, yesterday was quite entertaining. Who knew that grocery shopping could actually be fun? I didn’t.
Don’t hate on the nickname, Londie ;P
Speaking of weird e-mail usernames… I have been meaning to ask you what Mayor of London means exactly. And how you even came up with it… sounds like a fun story.
Actually, my mum just wants to get rid of the car. Any way. If you really want it, I could just give you the car. My mom was going to give it to goodwill but I wanted some extra pocket cash. And no, cats did not birth themselves on the front seat… maybe in the back… J/K no cats gave birth in the car. Transition is fine too. My dad was great with engines and kept it in great shape. But that doesn’t mean that I know anything about engines.
Me + Engines = Fish out of water…
And I kind of think I have an idea what a Lucy is by the inference but just to be clear. A Lucy is a great sounding offer and fails in real life?
I don’t know why, but I feel the exact same as you. I feel like I know you even though we rarely talk in person. And don’t get a bloated head by this but I think your actually fun to hang with. You closet jerk. (Just wanted to make that clear)
I have something I want to go over. Can I borrow your Physics homework again? I’m really busy this weekend and don’t know if I’ll have the time to do it. Actually, can I text you Sunday night if I do need it or not?
Anth
Quick question though, why do you always hang out alone? I mean, I have been talking to you for a week and I think that you’re actually cool so why don’t you have any friends?
You really don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to… I’ll understand.
YOU ARE READING
Keep Calm & Write On
Teen Fiction"When opposites attract, hell breaks loose." London needs a car. Anthony is selling a car. Just one e-mail begins a conversation between two people who would have otherwise never even talked. Maybe it would have been best if they hadn't of crossed...
