So they skipped class together, hanging out in the empty third floor hallways, which they had tacitly claimed as their own. Something clicked between them, an instant moment of pure happiness that proved they weren't just letters. Vanessa found herself smiling, really smiling, for the first time in a long time and Luke felt himself slowly realize why he had kept writing the letters in the first place. By the time the bell rang to signal the end of their skipped class period, they felt like they had been friends their whole lives.
dear luke,
yes, i figured out your name. but you knew that already, didn't you? yesterday was really nice. i never get to just talk to people. i like talking to you. i still like writing notes, though. as you so keenly pointed out, they spice up the average weekday. i still can't believe we've never met before yesterday... when i literally ran into you. it's just weird.
to answer your previous question, pepsi. sorry if you're a coke person, i don't know why but i prefer pepsi. hopefully this doesn't change anything, loser. and, in the spirit of tough questions, apple or andriod?
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo vanessa
YOU ARE READING
sincerely yours || luke hemmings au
Fanfictionin which a girl with purple hair writes a note on a desk and things are never the same again
