Well, I finished writing Waiting, so I decided to write a new story! It's based on a Lés Misérables one that I read years ago, that was just all letters, and was pretty cool to be honest. Since Dean was poor and homeless in Waiting, I decided to make him rich in this, since no one ever really does. He's completely out of character, especially at the start, but he gets better, trust me.

I'm just gonna say it straight out, Dean's a dick in this. He has some really judgemental opinions, and he's really offensive to many people, so of anything offends you, please, please, don't take it the wrong way, as it's not my views, it's just for the story.

So, tell me what you think of this! Review, favourite & follow!

Ciara x

Dear Whoever Is Reading This,

Well, hello there. Allow me to introduce myself (not that you have any choice, haha). I am Dean Jonathon Ambrose, the son of some of the richest people in the world. Honestly, I don't want to be writing this write now. This is absolutely absurd, writing to some poor, homeless person without a life. I laugh at you. You might not even be able to read something like this. So, I will try to put this letter into your language the best I can.
My mum and dad forced me to write these letters. See, we're well known all over the United States, and we must keep our reputation in tact so that we are famous for the good things we do... Oh, that might've been to smart for you. Let me rephrase that. We have to be nice to people so they will like us. Is that better? Do you understand that? Because if you don't, I shouldn't be wasting my time writing letters to someone who can't understand the simplest of English.
So here I am, writing to you with a black ballpoint pen. Ah, the ballpoint. Such a wonderful pen, isn't it? It's stub is not sharp, so it will not rip the paper. Do you even own a pen? Haha! Even though this letter is going to some person without a home, its presentation must not lack preparation. I shall not make mistakes. Mistakes are for people who have no education.
I believe I have more to tell about myself. I am twenty years of age, currently living in the wonderful state of Ohio. It's a lovely place. I wonder where this letter is headed. My parents never told me which orphanage this was being sent off to. Not that I care, anyway. Now that I think about it, maybe they did tell me. I was just not in the mood to listen, I guess. Anyway, I also have a girlfriend named Aj. Oh, she is wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that I should be spending time with her instead of writing this stupid letter. Ugh, what my parents make me do. They can kiss my ass.
I really hope my parents don't proof-read these letters. They wouldn't care either, anyway. They're too busy spending time with the clients and customers that they wouldn't even touch this letter. I guess the maid will just drop this off at the post, then.
I could go on and on, really. I have loads of paper and tons of pens. I could tell you all about my fabulous living style, but I wouldn't want you to envy me. Not to mention that your brain is probably getting tired reading this letter.

Hoping I didn't make this too smart for you,

Dean Ambrose, May 1, 2014

Hey,

Well, I've waited ten days. I'm pretty sure the maid dropped this off. If she didn't, she'd be fired by now. Maybe this was sent to an illiterate orphan. That must be it.
Since you're not planning on replying anytime soon, I might as well share more about me. As you already know, I have lots and lots of money. Maybe I should tell you more about what goes on in my life. There are a few things I've needed to get off my chest anyway.
My parents have been holding countless parties. All of their clients end up attending, and I end up being bored out of my mind. I'm twenty, that's not old, is it? Anyways, usually I'll just spend the nights in my room writing these letters, chatting with Aj (my girlfriend, in case you didn't get the last letter), or looking for new stuff to buy. Sometimes I even go out by myself to the club or something. Just as long as I have something to do while my parents "party."
I'm not at university, like most people. I take online courses. My parents don't want me to go, not that I'm complaining. I've been home-schooled pretty much my entire life. I don't know why my parents never approved of me going to an actual school, but I never complained. I have friends, so I'm fine with not going to a real school. At least I'm learning.
I doubt you are. Usually people who are homeless have no education whatsoever. They're all dumb. Useless. I still don't see why they still stick around on the streets. It's not like they're getting anywhere. They should all just end their lives right now while they can.

I'm getting impatient,

Dean Ambrose, May 11 2014

Hi,

I did get your letter. Don't get your fancy panties in a twist, Dean Ambrose. And for your information, I can read and write. Quite well actually.
I'm Seth Rollins, from Davenport, Iowa. You've sent your letter to an orphanage there. I've just been busy helping out, that's why I haven't been able to reply. But I have read your past two letters.
I'm not very fond of you, Dean Ambrose. I'm not one of those street walkers who roam around looking for a job. I'm an 18-year-old orphan whose parents abandoned me when I was young. They set me up for adoption for some reason, and it's not a reason that I'd like to know. I hate them, and I don't even know them.
You are so sterotypical, you know that? You think just because we have no home means we have no education. Let me just inform you that I have been taught a lot when I was young just by listening to people talk. There's a lot you can learn from gossip around town. Politics and stuff. History. A woman who works at the orphanage even taught me math. I might not be the smartest person, but I sure as hell know some things.
I've never gotten the opportunity to go to school. You're lucky you're even home-schooled. My parents abandoned me when I was a baby, so I practically grew up in this orphanage. It's not really a home, but it'll do for now. Honestly I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to stay here. I'm 18 already, turning 19 in a couple of days. I'm only able to stay because I help take care of the little kids here.
So if I don't reply ever, you'll know why. If you visit, maybe you'll see me on the streets.
I don't know why I'm even writing back. I can tell from your letters that you're some stuck-up rich kid with all the power who cares for nothing but himself. I guess I'm only responding because I have nothing else to do, no one else to talk to. It's pretty lonely in this orphanage. Most of the kids here just cry all the time. No one even bothers to adopt me, either. The only people I talk to here are the staff, and Daniel. He's 16, so he's easier to talk to. He's my buddy here. But rumour has it that he's gonna be adopted soon. I'm gonna miss him if he is.
I know I'm gonna regret saying this, but tell me more about your life. It seems interesting. I've never had a real home, a girlfriend, parents, or even a warm bed to sleep in at night. Tell me more about the simple things that the wealthy have access to. Maybe if you describe it to me really well, I can picture it in my dreams and actually feel as if I'm the rich kid.
What does it feel like, being rich? Obviously it must be amazing, since you have a car and such. I've only been in a car once. Mostly I just take the bus or train. But what's your car like? What does it feel like to drive? 'Cause I have no idea.
Teach me more, Dean Ambrose. I'd really like to know.

I'd really like it if you replied,

Seth, May 18 2014