This is for one cool gummy bear named (HPsibuna)Sara.

I don't own House of Anubis

Dear Mick,

I...well, I really don't know why I'm writing this. Well, I do, but I'm not quite sure how to explain it.

This letter really has no point, other than that I miss you. Terribly. Not a day goes by where I don't think about you, and every time I do, I just feel a big hole in my heart. A you-shaped hole. I know it's wrong of me, but I can't help it; what we had was special, there's really no denying it. It just...well, it wasn't at the right time.

Then, you know, every day, I also have to deal with the troubles you left behind. Did you know I can't look Amber in the eye? She still doesn't know, but I always feel something gnawing at me, like she secretly suspected. Who could blame her for suspecting, though? We weren't always discrete. You just so happening to take your late night run every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday the same time I just so happened to take a walk? Patricia was sure suspicious, no doubt Fabes was. Amber though...I guess she just let it slip. I think she loved you, but she wasn't in love with you. But who knows?

And then, Mara could have loved you as well. But that wasn't as much my time. The fact that you didn't talk to me at all when I came back...it stung, Mick. You were the last person I had. Patricia was all buddy-buddy with Nina Newbie. Fabes was absolutely head-over heels. Alfie and Jerome...eh, never liked 'em enough to open up to. Mara was with you, so I couldn't confide. And you just cut me off, dropping me in the trash like a bruised apple. I felt absolutely meaningless. I became all depressed and wishy-washy, who'd want to be around me then? Nobody. I started clinging to Fabes like Jerome to money.

You all saw how pathetic I was, and you did nothing about it.

Did you know, I used to cry myself to sleep every night over all that? And now that it's all over, you're gone. You're single finally, but gone. And not even in the country! Not even the continent!

Oh, Mick. You always had a knack for awful timing, and I say that in the most loving way possible. You know why? Because I love you. I love everything about. Your goofy little smile, your fruit addictions, the concentrated look you get when you're practicing, your carefulness, your choice of meetup spots (under the bench was probably the most hysterical time of my life), the way you kiss, the way you can (or did, I guess) sooth me in the worst of times, your inability to sing, your awful dance moves, the way you try and make me laugh, your cute attempts at public romance (I can't look at smoothies or muffins the same way), your everything.

So there, I've said it. I was always scared to, but...letters are easier, I guess? I made some bad decisions in the past. Really bad ones. I was an unknown homewrecker twice. I sabotaged Nina and Mara. I was self absorbed. But now, I'm right-ing those wrongs. I made it up to Nina...but the details of that aren't needed. Mara now has the editor position, that of which the power I abused. And now, I want to make amends with you. Even if you don't love me, I want you to know that I love you. With love comes acceptance, and right now, all I want is for you to be happy. For that, I accept whatever you feel towards me. I...just thought you should know.

Hope Australia is treating you well. We miss you more than you'll ever know. These new tossers are getting on my nerves, we really need you back.

Much love,

Joy

xoxox

A/N: I don't really know. I just...yeah. If responded to well, there'll be a Mick response and possibly a third and final installment. Night!