Part 1
I got a letter today
An invitation
And the writing looked like you
Hello how are you and by the way
Please RSVP I do
"Six years without a word and now this? " Hamilton screamed out loud. In his hands was a wedding invitation--Jacqueline Pratt's to be exact. Tears swelled up in his eyes. He walked towards the couch and sat down. "I can't...I can't believe this," he said quietly.
While it had been six years since Hamilton last saw and spoke to her, the pain and anger he felt at that moment was real and with it came the realization that he had been the one that caused all the hurt he was feeling. He looked up, to see a picture of the two of them back at Rawley, the day before graduation, with Jake in boy gear. In fact, no one knew Jake's secret but him, Bella, Scout, and Will. It wasn't until the graduation ceremony was over that she revealed herself.
That fall, he and Jake both went to Columbia University in New York, Will to Cornell, while Scout and Bella moved to Philadelphia where Scout attended the University of Pennsylvania and she, Temple University. The Thanksgiving after they had gone to see Bella's mom, she came to town and told them the truth about who Bella's father really was. They'd been together ever since.
Though the five friends had all gone there separate ways, they had managed to stay close friends, getting together whenever they could and always going someplace wonderful for spring break--Cancun, Paris, India, and Hawaii. But for Hamilton, nothing compared to the time he spent with Jake. Living together in Manhattan was the best thing that ever happened to them, though at times Hamilton wondered what life would be like without her. He didn't really wanna picture what that life would be like, but when times got rough, he thought about it a lot. A little too much.
As he reflected on their years together, he fell in love with her all over again. He loved her then and he still did. But things were different now. Everything had changed. "Too late now buddy. You gave up the right to her a long time ago," he thought to himself. "Nothing you can do now."
I thought of writing sad words of how it used to be
But I didn't want to bring you down, no
I guess the bells will ring pretty well there without me
Don't worry 'bout me baby I'll wear the thorny crown
I will play the clown
Hamilton picked up the phone and dialed the numbers--remembering them clearly. It rang twice until SHE answered.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Is anyone there?"
He hung up without saying anything. For a while, Hamilton, kept his hand on the phone, staring at it, asking himself why he didn't just say something. He picked it up again and dialed, except this time, he was calling someone else.
"Scout Calhoun, attorney at law."
"Hey its me...Hamilton."
"Ham? Hi! How are you? It's not Thanksgiving yet is it?" replied his friend, surprised to hear from a man who only called two or three times a year. After a moment of uncertainty, he continued, "I'm glad you called. What's up?"
"D-did you hear about...about Jake?"
Scout, knowing full well what Hamilton was talking about, hesitantly answered, "Yeah, yeah. She uhh...came to visit Bella and me a few weeks ago. She loves Philadelphia in the fall, remember?"
"Of course. I remember, " Hamilton responded forlornly. "So, I guess... I guess umm you're going then?"
"Yeah. Will's gonna be there too. Mr. Big Shot author finding time out of his hectic schedule just for us," Scout retorted jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. "You should go. I mean, Ham, it's been a long time since...you two."
"I know, but well , you know."
"Know what?"
Taking a deep breath, Hamilton said, "I still love her."
I got a letter today
An invitation
And the writing looked like you
Hello how are you and by the way
Please RSVP I do
"Six years without a word and now this? " Hamilton screamed out loud. In his hands was a wedding invitation--Jacqueline Pratt's to be exact. Tears swelled up in his eyes. He walked towards the couch and sat down. "I can't...I can't believe this," he said quietly.
While it had been six years since Hamilton last saw and spoke to her, the pain and anger he felt at that moment was real and with it came the realization that he had been the one that caused all the hurt he was feeling. He looked up, to see a picture of the two of them back at Rawley, the day before graduation, with Jake in boy gear. In fact, no one knew Jake's secret but him, Bella, Scout, and Will. It wasn't until the graduation ceremony was over that she revealed herself.
That fall, he and Jake both went to Columbia University in New York, Will to Cornell, while Scout and Bella moved to Philadelphia where Scout attended the University of Pennsylvania and she, Temple University. The Thanksgiving after they had gone to see Bella's mom, she came to town and told them the truth about who Bella's father really was. They'd been together ever since.
Though the five friends had all gone there separate ways, they had managed to stay close friends, getting together whenever they could and always going someplace wonderful for spring break--Cancun, Paris, India, and Hawaii. But for Hamilton, nothing compared to the time he spent with Jake. Living together in Manhattan was the best thing that ever happened to them, though at times Hamilton wondered what life would be like without her. He didn't really wanna picture what that life would be like, but when times got rough, he thought about it a lot. A little too much.
As he reflected on their years together, he fell in love with her all over again. He loved her then and he still did. But things were different now. Everything had changed. "Too late now buddy. You gave up the right to her a long time ago," he thought to himself. "Nothing you can do now."
I thought of writing sad words of how it used to be
But I didn't want to bring you down, no
I guess the bells will ring pretty well there without me
Don't worry 'bout me baby I'll wear the thorny crown
I will play the clown
Hamilton picked up the phone and dialed the numbers--remembering them clearly. It rang twice until SHE answered.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Is anyone there?"
He hung up without saying anything. For a while, Hamilton, kept his hand on the phone, staring at it, asking himself why he didn't just say something. He picked it up again and dialed, except this time, he was calling someone else.
"Scout Calhoun, attorney at law."
"Hey its me...Hamilton."
"Ham? Hi! How are you? It's not Thanksgiving yet is it?" replied his friend, surprised to hear from a man who only called two or three times a year. After a moment of uncertainty, he continued, "I'm glad you called. What's up?"
"D-did you hear about...about Jake?"
Scout, knowing full well what Hamilton was talking about, hesitantly answered, "Yeah, yeah. She uhh...came to visit Bella and me a few weeks ago. She loves Philadelphia in the fall, remember?"
"Of course. I remember, " Hamilton responded forlornly. "So, I guess... I guess umm you're going then?"
"Yeah. Will's gonna be there too. Mr. Big Shot author finding time out of his hectic schedule just for us," Scout retorted jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. "You should go. I mean, Ham, it's been a long time since...you two."
"I know, but well , you know."
"Know what?"
Taking a deep breath, Hamilton said, "I still love her."