Author's Note: Hello, all. NintendoSegaSonyGuy, here. I just finished "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" a week or two ago, and I gotta say, it really resonated with me. It finally inspired me to start writing again. Sorry to all my fans of my VG Cats stories, but Wallflower got me to write again, so…

This is going to be a short fanfic; only a few chapters long. Mostly, it's just going to involve a slight change in the main plot-line of the book to create an alternate reality/ending to the book. I'm writing this fanfic the same way the book is written: basically all in letters/journal entries. Each chapter is composed of one letter. This creates a few short chapters, like this one, but what are you going do?

The italics in this chapter represent actual quotations from the book. The descriptions are used to set up the setting of the story and how everything is going. The dating for each of the letters is completely intentional; I don't misdate them or anything. They are also in italics, but not all of them are from the actual book, so please don't get confused.

I don't quote any descriptions from the book straight for the rest of this story.

All that aside, hope you enjoy!

May 11, 1992

So, Patrick and I shared all the stories we could think of. By the end, all I could think was what these people must feel like when they go to their class reunions. I wonder if they're embarrassed, and I wonder if that's a small price to pay for being a legend.

After we sobered up a bit with coffee and Mini Thins, Patrick drove me home. The mix tape I made for him hit a bunch of winter songs. And Patrick turned to me.

"Thanks, Charlie."

"Sure."

"No. I mean in the cafeteria."

"Sure."

After that, it was quiet. He drove me home and pulled up on the driveway. We hugged good night, and when I was just about to let go, he held me a little tighter. And he moved his face to mine. And he kissed me. A real kiss. Then, he pulled away real slow.

"I'm sorry."

"No. That's okay."

"Really. I'm sorry."

"No, really. It was okay."

So, he said "thanks" and hugged me again. And moved in to kiss me again. And I just let him. I don't know why. We stayed in his car for a long time.

We didn't do anything other than kiss. And we didn't even do that for very long. After a while, his eyes lost the glazey numb look from the wine or the coffee or the fact that he had stayed up the night before.

Then, he started crying. I think I knew why, but he didn't say anything. In fact, neither of us spoke for the rest of the night. He leaned on my shoulder and cried into it, and I just let him. Because that's what friends are for.

I don't know how long it was, but finally, he stopped crying. He sat back up, and took a deep breath. He turned away and wouldn't look at me. We just sat in an uncomfortable silence. I unlocked my door and got out. I didn't wave or anything to him as I opened the front door to my house. He drove away almost immediately.

That night, I lay awake for a long time. And I thought about Patrick. And I thought about how I had fought Brad and his friends. And I thought about how quickly everything had returned to normal, how I was friends with Sam, Patrick, Mary Elizabeth, and everyone else again. And I thought about how Patrick said that he thought it was bullshit that the different groups wore different clothes for different reasons. Little things like that all throughout this past week or so.

I didn't think about the kiss. At least, I don't remember thinking about it. Maybe I had. Maybe I had for a long time. I don't know. I wondered if Patrick thought about it at all. I still don't know if he told Sam, and Bob, and Mary Elizabeth, and all our other friends about it or not.

Love always,

Charlie