Author's Note: I do not own any of the character's in this story. All characters belong to Ann M. Martin
This story is femslash Stacey/Abby and one-sided (for now) Char/Stacey, so if you don't like that, don't read this story. This is my first story that I have put up on here, so any input would be greatly appreciated.
Time tells all
Charlotte always looked up to her next door neighbor, Stacey. Stacey moved into town when Charlotte was six years old and was her first and favorite babysitter. As the years went on and Charlotte was too old for a babysitter, Stacey became her friend.
When Stacey went off to college, she wrote letters back and forth with Charlotte—and then when Charlotte got her own computer, they emailed each other. Charlotte enjoyed these emails because she could really open up to Stacey over the internet.
When Stacey came home during her winter break, she spent a day with Charlotte. They went to the mall and watched a movie. The most refreshing part was that they spent some time talking. Charlotte talked about her freshman year in high school and how she was in Math club and Stacey talked about the joys of college. Charlotte decided then that she was going to go to college in New York too.
The next few months were full of action, but the two managed to email each other, even if it wasn't as often as before. They talked about the most mundane things sometimes, but it was the connection that counted, not what they said.
Something changed though the next year. Stacey got busy at college and forgot to email Char as much. Their weekly emails became biweekly emails and soon, Char was emailing Stacey two or three times before she got a response. Char didn't know what to do, Stacey was more than just her former babysitter, they were friends and she didn't have many of those. So she sent Stacey one more email, a long email and swore to herself that if she didn't have a good response to it, that she would have to accept that things had changed.
In the email, Char let her friend know that it hurt to be ignored and that she didn't even know what was going on in her life anymore. She told her how much she meant to her and pleaded Stacey to give her a reason to keep writing. After she wrote the email, she sat there and read it over so many times she had it memorized but she was apprehensive in sending it. It seemed so final, which of course it was. She closed her eyes and hit the send button.
For three days, Char checked her email every chance she could, without an email from Stacey. But on the fourth day, right before she went to bed, Char received an email from Stacey. Slowly she read it through; desperate to hear that there was a good reason why Stacey hadn't been emailing her. At first it seemed like the typical excuses: school work, a social life, plain forgetfulness. But as she continued to read the email, she figured out the real reason that Stacey hadn't been emailing. Abby, was at NYU with Stacey and they had been hanging out a lot. It all made sense to Char now: she was Stacey's connection to town, her old life and now that Abby was right there at NYU, her friendship was less important.
Char kept writing to Stacey, but it wasn't the same as before. The emails were semi-frequent, but they weren't as personal as they were before. Char could tell that there was something that Stacey was keeping from her, but since they weren't close anymore, she didn't know how to call her on it.