She was ready this morning, sitting eagerly on the stairs eyes glued to the letter box.
"Thank you!", Quinn chirped as soon as her mail fell through, "and sorry for hitting you!". She quickly added which earned a laugh from the postman behind the door.
"No problem Quinn, I thought you where hurt. See you tomorrow".
"Bye", Quinn whispered as she rummaged through the pile of bills and magazines all sitting atop her doormat. Two minutes later when Quinn couldn't see the familiar letter she thought he had given up. Picking up the letters and plonking them on the kitchen counter was when she opened her first letter of the morning, a bill it looked, oh great...
Hey sexy.
I miss saying that too you, maybe I didn't say it enough. Maybe one or twice maybe three times wasn't enough. I should have told you more Quinn. You're as sexy as fuck!
Thought I would disguise this letter this time, just in case you threw the last two out. If you ask me it was a clever idea. No bill would ever have this in...
Quinn's eyes looked to the bottom of the page where a small arrow was drawn, she flipped the page and small smile spread across her lips when she saw a picture of them together. "Trying to make me feel guilty?", she muttered the question to herself.
Trying to make you feel guilty there I suppose.
Quinn smirked when she read that, she could read him like a book.
You know I'm not good with feelings Quinn, and I wont start to express them on paper (which will be really hard) until I know your reading this. So please, just send me a quick text saying you've got it. I havant gave up on you and I will get you back.
I love you always,
Puck.
P.S - You're as sexy as Fuck!
"So are you", Quinn spoke to no one as she finished reading the letter. "So are you".
7:37AM
Text sent to 'The Dickhead - DO NOT TEXT OR REPLY TOO!' -
- I am receiving your letters, keep going.