9/25/09

Dear, Noah

So…yeah; I really just wanted to apologize again. I know letters are kind of old-school, but you don't seem like the talkative type. Or the social type, for that matter. But, lucky for me that your locker ended up being right next to mine, right? Yesterday was probably really awkward for you. I mean, your first day in Oakdale, and a clumsy oaf spilled coffee all over your clothes. And then, he stood there like an idiot, watching you pointlessly dab at your clothes, before finally dashing for some napkins. And then, he practically sat on your lap as he tried to clean your shirt.

Again; really awkward…and embarrassing, for that matter. I made a terrible first impression, and probably ruined your first day in Oakdale, or at least made it worse. I know I already apologized, but I'm really, really sorry; truly. I'm sort of the self-proclaimed worst worker in the world. Why Java hired me…I'm still trying to figure out.

Anyways, I sort of kept trying to apologize today at school, but it seemed like you were avoiding me. I'm not accusing you or anything, just…that's how it seemed. Not that it's bad if you are avoiding me, because I honestly wouldn't blame you. I'd avoid me if I were you. Not that I'm encouraging you to keep avoiding me, just…um, never mind. I should just shut up now, before I end up writing you a novel. Again, I'm really, really sorry. And…welcome to Oakdale.

From,

Luke Snyder

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9/26/09

Dear, Luke Don't worry about it. Really. The shirt's already been taken care of.

From,

Noah Mayer

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9/27/09

Dear Noah,

Really? That's great! I've been freaking out about it for the past three days. My friend Casey kept telling me that I was gonna give myself a heart attack over it. You're the third person I've spilled coffee on this month. I'm sure my boss is anxious to fire me already. I'm not sure how many more chances I'm getting.

Wait, you know Casey, right? He's in our History class. He's the guy who sits behind me, always throwing papers at the teacher and talking about a mile an hour. He probably comes across as really stupid, but I promise he really does have a brain. He just prefers not to use it.

Um, anyways…I'm really happy you wrote back. I didn't think you would. No offense, but I was sort of thinking you'd tell me to fuck off or something like that. Not that you seem like that kind of a guy, but I mean; I ruined a very nice shirt of yours. Not that I'm insinuating that other shirts you have aren't as nice. I'm sure your closet is filled with nice clothes! Not that I'm saying I plan on paying attention…just. Never mind. I don't know much about fashion anyway. Not that I'm saying that my opinion about clothes means nothing. It's just that my closet is loaded with striped shirts of every color. Which I guess irritates some people.

Anyway, um…I forget what I was talking about, which is usually a sign that I've been over-talking (or in this case overwriting…bah da boom!). So, I guess I'll stop here. Um, again. Welcome to Oakdale, Noah.

From,

Luke Snyder

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9/27/09

Dear Luke,

You do talk a lot. But that's alright. And…I like your striped shirts. They're 'nice.'

From,

Noah Mayer