Dear Block,

I love you. I still do. I always will. Why'd you go? Some may call it fate, everyone's time must come, but I just can't bear to think about your last impression of me. Let me sum it up in a few words for you: shorts-obsessed, butt-shaking, traitor, heart-breaker, idiot, moron… I could go on forever. I'm truly sorry. I never meant for it to end that way. If I had known that you weren't going to be there tomorrow, I would've confessed all my feelings and dumped Dylan in an instant. Although, I would like to explain all of my actions.

My Shorts Obsession:
I didn't really lose a bet, but I just wore them constantly to hear you talk to me. I know, I know, it sounds really cheesy or whatever, but I swear, it's true. I thought you have the most adorable, sweetest voice that I've ever heard. I still think that. Don't even get me started on your laugh. When I started going out with Dylan, the only reason that I wore jeans was because I decided that she just wasn't worth the coldness of wearing shorts in the middle of winter. Just remember, you were. Remember those pair of jeans you gave me once? I still have them. They're hanging up in my closet, still untouched. I just wouldn't feel right wearing them now. Your 'M' brooch would be pinned on them too, but I carry that around with me everywhere. I'll never loose it; it's the only part of you that I have left. I'll make sure that I'll have it with me until the day I can join you.

My Compulsive Butt-Shaking:
Well… I've got to admit, at first this was just a way to get all the attention of the girls; which it did, but as I got to know you better, every wiggle was always pointed in your direction, hoping that you'd notice me. It was so frustrating too! Girls. You would always pretend that you were looking somewhere else or not paying attention at all. I knew it was all an act. I really did. When I was goalie, I could see you out of the corner of my eye, watching me, just like I was watching you. And when I saved a shot? I could pick out your voice even when every bleacher was full. Yelling my name; and that's when another wiggle would be shot in your direction, wishing your gaze would meet mine. Wishing your beautiful, breath-taking amber eyes could lock onto my caramel colored ones. Just a glance would've been fine. But you know what? I'll never get another look, or glance even, at your stunning, gorgeous eyes that I once (and still) love.

My Traitorous Actions:
First off, I'm sorry. I could repeat this a billion times and more, but I could never show how sorry I truly am. I don't know what got into me. I guess we just got distant and Dylan Marvil was just there as your replacement. Look at it from my point of view, she didn't ignore me, she didn't nag at me, and I could relate to her. I understand that you did that to keep up your status though, as most girls in your shoes would've done. Because, if I really think back, some of the best times that I spent with you were when we were alone. No prying eyes of the public. Just us. Like our first date. Slice of Heaven, 7 o' clock. Remember? I do. We had so much fun that night, but I deeply regret not being brave enough to kiss you. Although, if I were to describe that night in one word, it would be… Magical. It truly was. Once again, I'm sorry.

Breaking Your Heart:
Why would I say this? Well, because my heart broke into a gazillion pieces when you let the 'hold' off me too. I guess that really does hold some meaning because as soon as you let me off the hook, I felt as if I was in another person's body. Being a guy, I didn't show any emotion whatsoever because us guys are skilled in that area, but I could see the emotions playing across your face. Ms. Marvil was too blind to even pay attention, but I wasn't. If I had been able to show my emotions, the same thing would've been playing across my face. I guess it's the face of a broken heart. For the record, while in the pool, a tear or two did slip. I bet you would've cried too, but "An Alpha Doesn't Cry." Whoever made up that rule needs to stick a straw into a juice box and suck it. I wanted to climb out of the pool and hug you as soon as I could, but as it turns out, I was out too far.

My Idiocy:
I really am an idiot. I really, really am. I wouldn't blame you for hating me. I kind of hate myself right now. Actually, I do hate myself. If I could go back in time, I would do everything possible to change every single idiotic action I made starting from the day I met you. Every single one. Every fight, every argument, everything. I'm sorry that you had to know me as the shorts-loving, butt-wiggling idiot, but that's just who I was. I'll try to change, and just remember Massie Block, it's because of you.

There's so much more I could say, but I think this is the most thought/emotion that I have ever put into anything. I'm sorry that you won't get to see tomorrow, I'm sorry you didn't get to see today, but just remember the good 'ol memories from yesterday. I loved you. I still do. I always will.

Yours forever,

Derrick Patrick Harrington.

Derrick Harrington, known to Massie as Derrington, sealed the letter with an air of authority. He'd put every particle of his being into this letter. It was finally sealed with a kiss.

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At the cemetery, Derrick quickly found Massie's gravestone. It was grand, a large, white gleaming cross made of marble with 'Here lies Massie, the most beautiful girl in everyone's lived' inscribed on it. Derrick couldn't have agreed with the words more. Gingerly laying the letter down, he finally kissed his hand and blew, so that the kiss would find Massie, wherever she was.

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If one were to open the envelope that Derrick had left, one would've found a charm bracelet attached, with 5 charms attached. A soccer ball, for all the soccer games Massie had attended and all that Derrick had played; a pair of lips, for all the kisses they shared; a teardrop, for the tears shed when the hold was lifted; a pair of shorts, to remind of his obsession; and lastly, a pair of jeans, for the opposite effect.

Wherever Massie Block was, she definitely was not forgotten.

I like this idea. What do you think? I'm planning on making this story 10 or 11 chapters. A letter for most of the main characters that knew Massie, and a few others. So, I'm asking for 7 reviews at least. Please? I put a lot of work into this! About and hour or so. =/ I'm a geek. =)

Until the next chapter,

Peace, Love, Socker.