A/N: Was inspired to do this in only, like 10 minutes or so, by a song "Pigen Med Det Røde Hår"
("The Girl With The Red Hair" it's a danish song, so don't worry if you don't know it) and well... I hope you like it.
F/B is love!
Link for the song: watch?v=Wvds6r6sw0E
A big big thank you goes out to rollesonwho did the beta. Thank you so much!
Back when I was 13 years old, life had been so simple.
I knew how it should be, if it ever came to that.
I knew what I wanted, and I knew how to get it.
I wrote a letter to the girl, Carrie McNeill.
She had long, curly red hair, real Irish.
I wrote it in bed one night, even drew a fighter plane on it, just to spice it up a bit.
I mailed it the day after, and I just knew that now, everything would be good.
I knew that, that summer, I would be holding hands with Carrie McNeill.
I just knew it.
The day after, in school, which I hadn't even considered when I wrote the letter, I came into the classroom and saw her sitting there, with my letter, which she showed to those interested, which was, of course, everybody.
My belly had turned into a knot while I just stood there, with my hat in my hands and my backpack on the back.
It was the first time I felt alone, but I didn't care for long, 'cause she caught my eyes and smiled.
It was that simple, and she scooted over on the bench so I could sit beside her.
We didn't say anything at first, but then, just as Mr. Felgerson, our teacher, rushed in, she leaned over to me and whispered:
"Thanks for the letter, Jonathan."
We shared her ruler the rest of the math class.
That summer, I held hands with Carrie, and in late august, I got my first kiss, and it was magic.
It was also so simple.
All I had to do was write a letter, and decorate it with a fighter.
Now all I can do is blabber out; "Wanna go fishing?"
Real smooth.
Backward evolution here…
Pathetic.