Dear Dylan,
Georgia!
This probably came in late. I found this in my drawer, and forgot to send it to you right away.
So this is about...?
I saw you in the party last night.
No. I didn't find you! I forgot about you. I was too busy.
First I saw you enter with Nicole, her arm wrapped around yours. Nicole looking all sweet when she kissed your cheek. How lovely.
Were you waiting for me or something?
Then she went to her girlfriends. And you went to your friends.
Stalker alert.
You went to Mar. Yes, I know Mar. She's your best friend isn't she? Or should I say was. You went to Mar, said hi, and left. So much for being best friends.
Mar? You know Mar? It's a small world after all.
Then Nicole went to get you and herself a drink. You guys danced. And eventually you two went upstairs and did who knows what.
Quit stalking us. I'm sure you had other friends at the party.
I told you that I would be wearing sneakers under my dress, didn't I?
Did you even try, Dylan? Did you even try to look for me? I don't think so.
That's the point, Georgia! I forgot that you were gonna be at the party. I'm sorry.
I stayed at the kitchen the whole time after you and Nicole went upstairs. Soon my after, I decided to leave. This party was useless.
That's for you to say.
I even wore a not-so-long dress, for you to spot the sneakers, but no. You didn't. Nicole took your time.
I just forgot, okay? Deal with it. You could've reminded me.
I heard the police came a short while after I left.
Yeah, they did.
Did you get caught, Dylan?
Nope.
Did Nicole get caught?
No, too.
I heard they didn't let anyone leave. I hope you were part of that anyone.
Wow, thanks. Thanks a lot.
Well, as I wrote earlier, this might've came late. I'm sure it did.
Your point is made.
I'll write to you next time, Dy.
So now I've got a nickname?
Chocolate cake,
Georgia
I guess I do have a nickname. You need one, too.
(P.S. Better luck next time.)
Goodbye for now, Gia.
"the world is not a wish granting factoy."
