A/N: Hi guys, I am so so so so so so so SO sorry for the really long wait. I have been performing onstage lately and I haven't had the time to do much writing and I was finding it a bit hard to find inspiration. This is just going to be a short letter from Charlie but I will write more about him and Diana hopefully really, really soon.

Thanks for the wait guys, and again, I'm REALLY sorry!

December 2nd 1992

Dear Friend,

I really want to talk about the school dance I went to a couple of weeks ago. I'm a bit embarrassed about it actually but I'm glad I did it at the same time.

Diana said she was going to the dance and asked me if I was coming. I didn't think I was going to, but I did anyway.

When I got there, Diana was sitting against the wall tapping her feet to the music everyone was dancing to. I stayed by the table for a while because I thought her other friends were going to go and talk to her, but they didn't show up.

Then a fast song started playing.

I didn't even know I was going to do it. But I walked up to Diana and grabbed her hand without even asking her if she wanted to dance. We only held each other's hands and swayed them for a while. But then we started moving faster and then we ended up doing these really crazy dances and I was spinning her and she was jumping with me.

She was laughing and smiling and I was laughing and smiling and it was perfect.

"That was so fun!" she said when the song finished.

I don't know what it was, but there was something about how she said it that let me know she really did have fun and she didn't mind my bad dancing. She said it like she really was happy and there wasn't one part of her that felt bad tonight.

I drove her home after the party. We drove slowly because we liked listening to the radio and Diana liked making waves with her hand out the window.

Diana searched through the radio for a while and found a song that she didn't know the name of.

"I love this song!" she shouted over the blasting music.

I really wanted to take her to the tunnel because she seemed so happy and so free to sing at the top of her lungs. I thought about it for a long time but I started to think I would feel bad for doing it without Patrick and Sam.

I can't wait for Sam to come back home. I really can't wait. I have really wanted to talk to Sam and Patrick together for a long time. I know I have Patrick to talk to and I do talk to him, but there are times when I want to talk to him and Sam together, if that makes sense.

Anyway we got to Diana's house and we sat in her living room for a while and drank lemonade and listened to a Dean Martin record.

"Where were your friends tonight?"

"They just decided not to come."

"Why?"

"They wanted to be with their boyfriends or out partying or something."

"Why did you go?"

"I don't know. I wanted to do something on a weekend rather than just stay in my room. I'm glad you came."

"Me too,"

I stayed and we talked for a while. I talked a lot about Sam without thinking I was talking about her too much. But whenever I was about to stop Diana told me to keep talking about her. Before I left, Diana said she really wanted to meet her and I asked her if she wanted to hang out tomorrow, she said she would and then I left feeling really happy.

I have made up my mind that when Sam comes back, I want to take her, Patrick and Diana through the tunnel. Sam has sent me a few letters saying how much she wants to go through the tunnel again and none of her friends at college really understand why she loves it so much. So I can't wait to take her there and watch her fly again.

I have a feeling Diana will understand.

Love always,
Charlie