Chasing Starlight
Part One – Letters of Love
Chapter Four- Helga II
Dear Football-Head,
It's fine to start out letters however you want! Don't make me tell you what to do, unless you are into that kind of thing. But who knows!
School is a lot different, I've already told you some things in the past, but as an 8th grader, things have gotten better and worse at the same time. We are all expected more responsibilities which is cool and annoying.
And – jeez! Doesn't Gerald-o tell you these things? Criminy!
As for your new friends, they sound peachy. Especially Jayda.
Arnold, if you're trying to tell me you are dating now, it's fine. You don't have to hold back with me. I know you are just trying not to "hurt my feelings" or whatever, but its fine. Really!
In fact, I can't say I've been a virgin mary myself.
It gets lonely, you know? Especially when you are one of the only ones in your class who isn't playing tonsil hockey with someone.
Dating is overrated, but I joined the game for the kicks.
Just treat Jayda right or else I'll pound you! And don't you forget about me either bucko. One of these days you'll come back and I'll be here waiting to kick your ass.
Love always,
Helga
P.S. That's great! I'm not on it much but with someone more interesting to talk to, I might.
Helga frowned as she looked at the letter wearily. She had seen this coming long ago. She had noticed the shift in Arnold's letters. Noticed the mushy content became less and less pronounced and noticed how the letters grew shorter. It was fine, really it was.
She felt her heart twinge, frowning at her own lie.
Okay, it was really fine. But she was okay.
She knew it would have been silly to hold onto Arnold, especially after two years of just letters. Two years of nothing but written words.
She told the truth in her letter.
She had moved on, in a sense. She had a boyfriend and has had boyfriends... she dated often to try and ease the pain.
She ran her fingers through his ponytail, glancing at the letter before there was a knock on her door. She turned in her chair, glancing at the intruder.
"Ready to go, babe?"
He stalked in, placing a hand on her shoulders. She smiled up at his ruggedly handsome face. She nodded, shuddering a he took out her ponytail.
"I like your hair better down."
"Hm. I don't do my hair for you, y'know?"
He scoffed, shaking his head. "Doesn't matter anyways, your ponytail would have come undone by the time I was through with you."
Her cheeks darkened and she scowled. "Wolfgang!"
He laughed as she chased after him, leaving the letter behind.