At Lucy and Lynn's bedroom, the goth sat on her desk and scratched her chin with her pen as she tried to think of what to write. She needed to write something to let Lynn know her habit of throwing her balls at the wall-AND NOT IN THAT WAY-needed to stop...
"I got it!"
So the poet wrote it down, then handed it to Lynn, who was resting on her bed right next to her, throwing a ball at the wall like usual. Then she read it to herself:
Dear Lynn, stop throwing your dang balls at the wall!
With love, Lucy.
The jock wasn't amused. And as Lucy gave her a smile, Lynn returned the smile... Then threw the ball at Lucy's face.