WARNING: Book ahead is pretty cliche and my first work on here. It's got plot holes and a main character you might want to beat with a stick. Be gentle lol
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In the technological world in which we live, most teens start their love lives thro...
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Dear Oliver,
Words can't really describe the guilt I feel at the moment. I'm sort of an idiot, which if you don't actually agree with me on this ... I don't know what I'll do but it will be quite drastic. Of that, be assured, as well as the fact that, if I may be perfectly honest with you ...
I really missed you.
All I wanted was to read books with you and write letters; I wanted to pick your brain and read your witty remarks.
Shane and I are done. Over. As you most likely have heard throughout the entire school. Let's just say ...
He wasn't who I had initially suspected. At all, actually.
I feel a little deceived and betrayed, but I think I'm mostly just angry at him for being such a liar and at me for being so gullible. I need a backbone, don't I?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
But I hope you aren't too upset with me. Stupidly enough, I let myself get completely distracted.
But enough with my stupid mistakes.
How have you been? How are your classes in school going? You've never really told me about your high school life. If you're concerned that I'll discover your identity through the courses you take, then just take a look at my current track record and believe me, that issue won't be a problem. Haha.
So, write me back soon. I really do look forward to hearing from you again and I can't wait to see what book you pass back to me.
Talk to you soon!
- Gabrielle
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Life went on after that the break-up and my adventure at the theme park. Pretty cool how that happens, right? The rumors died down after about a weeks time and I just pretended that portion of my life never happened.I needed to pretend it didn't happen.
Because then, I could pretend that I never abandoned Oliver and that I never stopped writing. As of the past two weeks, we had been writing non-stop, sometimes without the help of the books. After my initial apology, Oliver merely waved it off (figuratively) and we proceeded as usual.
It was an amazing feeling to have someone perfectly understand. We spoke of the rumors; he couldn't help but tease me about the rapping rumor. I responded by telling him that I, personally, could not rap. But if he so desired to send me a script, then by all means.
The next letter had a rap entitled Shane Gets His Butt Whooped.
It provided endless means of laughter, especially when my friends tried it out. Evan's version was particularly amazing.
