Love Letter Gone Wrong
Phoenix attempts to write a love letter to Tiffany. Only it ends up failing due to his bad handwriting. Or does it? First of the one shots.
"Ugh, just how do I start this?"
Phoenix Wright started mumbling under his breath all the while trying to wrack his brain of any idea to come to his mind. His fingers buried in the black strands of his spiky hair while his dark blue eyes stared down at the blank paper. He was sitting at his desk at Wright and Co. Law Office, and at the moment, he was trying to write a love letter to his girlfriend: Tiffany Howe. Emphasis on the word trying. The young lawyer hadn't seen Tiffany for a few days now since she had been busy working on several cases. She was a detective after all and a really good one too. This was why Phoenix figured he could write a simple yet loving letter to her. Maybe it will cheer her up.
But he just couldn't think of any good ideas to put his thoughts on the piece of paper. He sat back in his chair and stared at Charley the houseplant. Maya and Pearl Fey were currently out doing some things. So he was all alone; which he was glad for. He didn't feel like hearing Maya tease him about how to write a love letter or Pearl gushing and asking when he and Tiffany were gonna get married. Although it was not that he hadn't thought about wanting to marry Tiffany before. He sighed and closed his eyes.
"Relax, Phoenix. Even you can write a simple love letter to your girlfriend," He said to himself and thought out loud, "Try to think why you love her in the first place."
Phoenix pondered over all the little things about Tiffany he loved. She was a beautiful young woman. But that wasn't just why he loved her. She also was kind, generous, and she had an adorable laugh. He honestly could go on. Feeling rather inspired now, he picked up his pen and began to write as quickly as he could. It took him at least a half hour before he was finished. He read over the letter and thought what he wrote was actually good.
He glanced up at the clock and took noticed that it was nearly evening. He decided to head over to Tiffany's apartment to drop off the letter. He didn't think she would be home anyway. He folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and got up to head out of the office. He grabbed his blue suit coat and walked outside. He took a taxi to get to his girlfriend's apartment building. He wondered if Tiffany was still out working on another case. He really hoped this letter will brighten her day.
Once he was at the door that led into the apartment room Tiffany lived in, Phoenix paused. He stared down at the letter and tried to think of what to do. Should he push it under the door? Or simply put the letter in her mailbox? He was so busy thinking that he didn't notice that a small figure had gotten off the elevator.
"Phoenix?" Her gentle voice caused him to jump and turn towards her.
"T-Tiffany! Hi! Wasn't expecting you! What are you doing here?" He blurted out before he could think. He also hid the envelope behind his back.
Tiffany blinked up at him before answering slowly, "I live here." She laughed softly and walked towards him. She had a long day but seeing Phoenix at the door of her apartment certainly was a pleasant surprise.
Phoenix wanted to slap himself for asking such an obvious question, "Right. I knew that." He laughed nervously and watched her unlock the door to her apartment.
Once Tiffany opened the door, she turned to look up at him with her bright green eyes, "Did you want to come in?" She questioned innocently. She had a feeling her boyfriend was here for a purpose.
"Uh...sure. I just wanted to give you something." Phoenix replied and tried to keep from blushing so much. Despite them being a couple, he still had a hard time keeping his face from turning red around her.
Tiffany smiled and led Phoenix inside. It wasn't until the young attorney realized this was the first time he had ever been inside Tiffany's apartment. He had walked her here several times but never got to go inside. While Tiffany walked off to put her files away, Phoenix looked around. He can tell immediately that his girlfriend kept her place neat and tidy, a complete opposite to his own apartment which was always messy. The whole place felt welcoming and bright. There were several houseplants and comfortable looking furniture. There was gold and yellow tints scattered about the place to give it color.
"You have a nice place. I take it your favorite color is yellow?" Phoenix asked as he glanced back at Tiffany who had finished putting her things away.
"Well, gold is more of my favorite. Not sure why. I feel it's more pleasant. I like a lot of colors, but gold will always be my favorite," Tiffany answered while she ran her fingers through her hair. She looked up at him, "What's your favorite color? Red?"
Phoenix laughed at this, "Kinda but blue is my favorite color." He answered while he rubbed his head.
"Oh of course. Should have guessed from your suit," Tiffany joined in on his mirth. After a few minutes, the young detective questioned, "So why did you come here Phoenix? Seeing as you're keeping your arm behind your back, I have a feeling whatever you got there is the reason you came to see me, right?"
Phoenix wasn't surprised of how Tiffany was able to figure that out. She had the uncanny ability to spot things. Her keen eye for detail has never failed her. It was one of the reasons why she was such a great detective.
"Yeah. I uh…knew you had to work many days in a row, so I wrote you a letter." How he managed to say all that without stuttering was anyone's guess. He only wished that he can make it sound more enthusiastic.
Tiffany's whole face brightened, "You wrote me a letter?"
He nodded and put his hidden arm forward towards her, "I would have left this at your doorstep. But I since you're here, I might as well give it to you in person."
"Thank you, Phoenix." She took the letter and smiled up at him. She felt touched that he would write her something.
"Well, I guess I'll be going." He turned to walk out but…
"Wait, I wanna read it while you're here. Won't you stay, please?" the small plead in her voice caused him to turn back towards her. He can see she really wanted him to stay. He slowly smiled.
"I guess I can stay."
Tiffany beamed happily and took his hand before leading him into her small living room. Once they were both sitting on the long couch, Tiffany opened the letter gently and took out the folded piece of paper. Phoenix in the meantime took off his blue suit coat and put in the arm of the couch before leaning back to watch her read it. He hoped she didn't find it too cheesy or stupid. He looked at her face and watched as she concentrated on his writing.
At first, there was a long silence and the more it went on, the more nervous Phoenix became. He can see a frown appearing on her face. That was never a good sign. He gulped and rubbed the back of his neck, "Uh Tiff?" he said quietly. She didn't respond. She was still looking at the paper, "Tiffany?" he reached over and placed his hand on her shoulder.
Tiffany jumped slightly and looked over at him, "You okay? I mean if the letter is that terrible, I'm sorry…" Phoenix sighed and felt his heart drop. He poured everything into that letter. Apparently Tiffany thought it was ridiculous. Just like him, "I shouldn't have written that and…"
"What? No Phoenix. It's not that!" Tiffany shook her head with a weak laugh.
"Huh?"
"I'm sure it's a wonderful letter."
"Then why do you look so doubtful?"
Tiffany bit her bottom lip and glanced back at the letter, "Uh, Phoenix…how should I put this? I…I…" she laughed again, only much punier until she squeaked, "I can't read your handwriting."
Phoenix blinked. Then a second time. So that's why she looked so distraught? "Really?"
Tiffany nodded and placed her hand on the side of his face, "Yeah. I can't read your handwriting, Nick. It's um…really messy. Sorry."
"Oh. That's it. I didn't realize," Phoenix laughed as he felt rather stupid about now, "I guess I was in such a hurry to write, that I didn't see how bad my handwriting was. But I am used to what I write that I never gave it much thought that other people can't make out my handwriting."
"I guess so. Can you read it for me instead?" Tiffany held out the paper and Phoenix took it without a second thought. He looked at her and she smiled at him, "It might be more romantic if you read it to me."
"Well in that case…" Phoenix glanced down at his own letter before he cleared his throat. Trying hard to focus and not sweat so much since his girlfriend was both watching and listening to him intently, he began,
"Dear Tiffany,
I'm sorry to see how much you have to work. But I know you're doing a great job with the cases they are handing to you. I thought long and hard of how I can at least make you feel at ease considering we are both usually busy. So I am writing you this. Just know that I'm here for you no matter how busy we both get. I feel lucky to have a girlfriend like you. You're beautiful, inside and out. I can't wait until we plan another date together. That is if our jobs will allow us to even go out. Keep that smile on your face. You look better when you do. Keep up the hard work too. Maya and Pearls send their love too.
Love, Phoenix."
Once Phoenix had done speaking, he glanced over to see Tiffany staring at him. Her green eyes seemed have tears in them, "So uh…what did you-" he never had the chance to finish. Tiffany had suddenly flung herself at him. Before he knew it, her lips were upon his while her hands were on each side of his face. His eyes were wide as he can only stare at his girlfriend.
Tiffany then leaned back to smile at him, "That was the sweetest thing ever, Nick. Thank you so much." She made way to kiss him again. This time, he accepted and after a long minute of making out, the couple leaned back to breathe.
"You're welcome, Tiff. I'm glad you loved it." He said softly and put his hand through Tiffany's soft wavy brown hair.
"I did love it. You are the sweetest boyfriend I can ever ask for, Phoenix. These past few days have been horrible and tiring. But just knowing you would write me something so simple yet sweet is enough to brighten my day. It's even better that you're here."
"I'm just happy to see you smile, Tiffany. That's enough for me to get through any day or any hard case that comes at me." Phoenix replied and he also felt relieved to know his terrible handwriting didn't get in the way of helping out this young woman he loved so much.
"You free tonight? I can cook us up some dinner. I think we both need some time away from cases, murders, and courts for tonight." Tiffany questioned and the ace attorney knew she was offering him something he simply can't refuse.
"I am free tonight, Tiffany. I'm more than happy to stay with you for dinner." Phoenix replied and he had her lean back to kiss her once again. Tiffany closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. 'I should write letters to Tiffany more often.' Phoenix thought to himself as he only pulled his girlfriend closer to deepen the kiss.
