Rubbing his eyes wearily, Jordan sighed and continued to write onto the creased paper in front of him. It's like she expects me to be everything i'm not but doesn't kinda expect anything from me at all at the same time..I dunno, why can't I like be all the things she truly needs? She's in my head like all the fuckin time, it's driving me insane 'cos I've never let a chick get to me before..Angela though, man , Angela Chase is different.

He shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind somehow of the thoughts of her running through his mind.

"Yea like that worked.." He chuckled aloud as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table and winced in realisation that it had taken him from 9pm til 1.30am to try and write a simple letter to Angela Chase.

"Brain probably wrote his letter to her in like 5 minutes, Brain's smart like that" he mumbled, chewing the end of his pencil. He lowered his head and continued to write, pausing now and then to frown and chew his thumbnail.

When he had finished writing, he re read what he had written and smiled. He placed the paper into an envelope and scrawled her name in capital letters.

"AN-GE-LLA" he spoke softly and slowly, taking in her name.

He leant over and switched his lamp off and flounced back onto his bed, letting his head sink into the comfort of his pillow.

I tried to tell her the letter wasn't mine, but she wouldn't listen..Man, her face when she used to looked into my eyes, her face was like alight. She shone and I did that to her, she was so happy. Then she told me, she told me she knew the letter Brain wrote wasn't from me. She told me to drive her home..Shit, it was like seeing her break her heart all over again, she wouldn't let me explain.

Yea I'm no good for her, I'm no good for anyone..I need her though, more than I ever thought I would and I can't like lose her..Not now. She won't talk to me, hell she won't even look at me anymore, she barely talks to Brain. She's unhappy and it's my fault. So if this letter I wrote, makes her like smile or something, then it's a start..

He Wiped his nose with the back of his hand and tried to sleep.