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Spencer sat down, a piece of paper and a pencil in his hands. Carly was going to leave with their dad soon, and he had some free time with Carly being with Sam and Freddie. With this free time, Spencer had decided to do what he had known a few people to do: write a letter to his fifteen-year-old self.
With a sigh, he began to write whatever came to mind that, looking back, would have been useful at the time.
Hey Fifteen-year-old Me,
You're crazy, insane even. You'll grow into it soon enough, the sleeping until past noon then going to the junkyard to create things you can't begin to imagine. Yeah, people will try to say being an artist isn't a 'proper' job, but it is. They'll see when you're- or I'm, we're the same person- famous.
Have faith in your artist work, in your drawings, sketches, and paintings. You'll get better at it, don't worry. Carly will even ask you for help later on, although she does end up going to a class instead.
Don't grow up, even though I know how much you want to. In what we're going to be doing, we're going to have to be able to stay a bit of a kid.
You'll also need to watch out for Carly. Even if you don't grow up, you'll be responsible for her one day. You don't want Grandpa to take her away to Yakama, do you?
I know you miss Mom. You'll always miss her and there'll hardly be a day when you don't think about her. You'll see her in Carly every day, in the way she smiles or how she's always loyal to her friends.
You'll learn how to try and remind Carly of her every day, too, like joking around in that same way and learning how to tell the jokes she told to you the same way so you can tell them to Carly.
Get used to fires starting from things that aren't supposed to be flammable. We'll never be able to be an electrician. We're an artist- I'm sorry for alternating, I don't know whether to use you or we or I (I'm confusing myself now).
I'll stop here. I don't want to tell you too much. Maybe at some point in the near future, time travel will be possible and you'll get this letter. Or maybe I'll lose it and you won't get this letter at all.
From,
You of the Future (or Spencer Shay to anyone else)
Spencer folded the paper and put it in with his jeans. He didn't want anyone to find it for reasons he couldn't figure out. Maybe he wanted to have this bit of 'conversation' with his past self to be private.
Anyway, it was time to say goodbye to Carly; she'd be leaving to Italy soon, after all. Spencer was sure they'd keep up, but he'd miss her.
A single tear falls from Spencer's eye. He wipes it away, tries at his best smile, and waits for Carly. He knows she wants him to smile, no matter what.