Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Plot does;)
Author's Notes: I'm sorry not many people are getting into this story. But for the people who are (Christin), I'm going to keep posting;) Thanks for reading, sweetie!!!
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Some Kind of Wonderful
by Kristen Elizabeth
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"There must be some word today, from my boyfriend so far away. Please Mr. Postman, look and see, if there's a letter, a letter for me." -The Carpenters
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July 4, 1965
My dear Heero,
The summer is hot, but nothing is more unbearable than not having you here with me. I feel as though two huge pieces of my heart were ripped out when you and Hilde left. Every night, I sit on the porch and watch your front lawn. I'm not sure what I'm watching for; I know you won't be coming up the walk. Still, I sit there every night, usually after coming back from visiting your mother. She's fine, as I'm sure you've gathered from her letters, although she's likely the only person in the world who misses and worries about you more than me.
I hope this letter finds you in good spirits, and that boot camp isn't taking too much of a toll on you. I'm certain it can't be easy, but you're strong, Heero. You always have been. And I know that you can conquer anything you put your mind to. That's one of the things I love most about you.
As I write this letter, Duo is off helping prepare the fireworks for the town display. How are you spending your Independence Day, Heero? I'd like to think they're letting you relax, seeing as how you now represent the interest of the very freedom we're celebrating. From what your last letter led me to believe, you deserve a day off. Has the food gotten any better? I want to send you some of my brownies, but I've been told they wouldn't be allowed in your barracks. When you come home for break, expect a lot of them.
When will that be, Heero? Next month, I leave for school. Although it's only fifty miles away from Peacecraft, NC State might as well be on another planet if you're at home and I'm not. Please give me enough warning so I can get home to you when you arrive on break. I can't wait to feel your arms around me again, and sometimes I ache wanting your kisses so badly.
Lately, I lie awake in bed at night after waking from a dream that we made love that night before you left, and I have to wonder why I held back. I can't make any promises in a letter, but I want you to keep this in mind whenever you're feeling like you can't go on. I love you. And when you come home, I'm going to show you just how much.
Please write to me again soon. I cherish every word of every letter.
All my love, Relena
PS: Duo says hello and that he's keeping his promise, whatever that is.
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August 28, 1965
Dear Relena,
I'm sorry that I haven't been able to write in the past two weeks. They've hardly given us time to sleep and eat, much less write home. Things should ease up next week after survival training is over. As it is, I'm writing this after lights-out, something that could easily get me a week of KP, if not for the help of my bunkmate. His name is Wufei Chang and he's from New York City. I can't say he's the most friendly person here, but we get along all right. And we especially work well during training and exercises, although now we're running neck to neck over who will break the obstacle course time record. It stands at three minutes, fifteen seconds. Right now, I can do it in three, thirty.
I hope the army talk isn't boring you. More than that, I hope this letter has reached you at all. This is the address you gave me for your dorm room, but I have this horrible thought that perhaps your roommate is reading it or something. You haven't mentioned her much so far. Do you not get along? That would be hard on you, I know. Because I know my girl...she likes to get along with everyone.
In the last letter I sent you, I didn't respond to the questions you had about the night before I left, mostly because I couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't make you blush. Damn, what I wouldn't give right now to see you blush. But now that I've had time to think about it (usually when I'm cleaning a gun or some other really inappropriate moment) I know what to say. I love you, too, Relena. And if you're ready, I will take care of you and make it wonderful.
All right, I had better wrap this up before midnight rounds. Do well in school. Know that I am thinking about you always.
Yours, Heero
PS: No word on a possible break yet. I will tell you as soon as I know anything.
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August 29, 1965
Dearest Duo,
If you though North Carolina was sweltering, you haven't experienced a California summer. It's muggy and hot and all I ever wear is my new bikini. Well, except when I'm going to a casting call. Unless it's the kind of casting call where they want to see us in our bikinis. Anyways, I love it. And the only thing missing is your fingers, pinching my behind.
I don't really have a lot of time to write, but I just wanted to say hi and that I miss you. I'm off to a screen test in a little while. It's for a cold cream commercial. I think I just might get it; the casting man said he liked the look of my face. Isn't that so far out?!
Tell Relena I said hi. Just remember, no matter what Heero told you, she is capable of taking care of herself. She's a modern, college girl, and she doesn't need a bodyguard. Even if it's one who is as sexy as you.
Hugs, kisses and more kisses, Hilde
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October 11, 1965
Dear Heero,
I'm not sure who is in charge of pairing up roommates at this school, but they ought to be fired. Dorothy is the most insufferable person imaginable. First of all, she has grown her hair practically down to her knees which means that our carpet, which should be dark grey, is now whiter than that kitten Millardo wouldn't let me keep when we were ten. A sick thought, yes, but she doesn't seem to notice. In fact, she complains when I brush my hair "too much."
Secondly, she's a right-wing Republican, and she's not afraid to show it. She's even said that President Kennedy's assassination was one of the best things that could have happened to our country. Can you believe that?! The only time I've ever seen her smile was when I told her my boyfriend was in the Army. She believes in America's military dominance, and that if we don't cut Communism out of every area of the world, we're not living up to our role as the world's leading country. I wouldn't be surprised if she spits on the campus war protesters.
I could go on for pages, Heero, honestly. As soon as this term is over, I'm requesting a roommate transfer. I certainly hope things are better for you with your bunkmate. He sounds a bit serious from what your letters have said. Perhaps we should get him together with Dorothy. I'm kidding; I wouldn't inflict my roommate upon Castro himself.
I love you and miss you in equal amounts. I want to see you, soon. Please tell me you'll be home for Christmas at least.
All my love, Relena
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October 13, 1965
Hilde-baby,
It's been over a month since your last letter. I hope the four I sent to you in the meantime got there. I guess you're pretty busy, which hopefully means you got that cold cream thing. I can't wait to see your face in a magazine or maybe even on TV.
I love you, Hilde. And I miss you. No girl in the world makes me feel like you; I haven't even bothered with any of them, I swear. But I need to hear from you. Please, write to me soon. Even if it's just a sentence or so. Anything is better than nothing at all.
Love, Duo
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November 1, 1965
Dear Relena,
I'm coming home for Christmas. I'll arrive in Peacecraft on the 23rd of December. Wear your hair down to the train station, if you can. I want to feel it, inhale it, wrap myself in it. We will make love for the whole twelve days.
Yours, Heero
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To Be Continued
Author's Notes: I'm sorry not many people are getting into this story. But for the people who are (Christin), I'm going to keep posting;) Thanks for reading, sweetie!!!
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Some Kind of Wonderful
by Kristen Elizabeth
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"There must be some word today, from my boyfriend so far away. Please Mr. Postman, look and see, if there's a letter, a letter for me." -The Carpenters
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July 4, 1965
My dear Heero,
The summer is hot, but nothing is more unbearable than not having you here with me. I feel as though two huge pieces of my heart were ripped out when you and Hilde left. Every night, I sit on the porch and watch your front lawn. I'm not sure what I'm watching for; I know you won't be coming up the walk. Still, I sit there every night, usually after coming back from visiting your mother. She's fine, as I'm sure you've gathered from her letters, although she's likely the only person in the world who misses and worries about you more than me.
I hope this letter finds you in good spirits, and that boot camp isn't taking too much of a toll on you. I'm certain it can't be easy, but you're strong, Heero. You always have been. And I know that you can conquer anything you put your mind to. That's one of the things I love most about you.
As I write this letter, Duo is off helping prepare the fireworks for the town display. How are you spending your Independence Day, Heero? I'd like to think they're letting you relax, seeing as how you now represent the interest of the very freedom we're celebrating. From what your last letter led me to believe, you deserve a day off. Has the food gotten any better? I want to send you some of my brownies, but I've been told they wouldn't be allowed in your barracks. When you come home for break, expect a lot of them.
When will that be, Heero? Next month, I leave for school. Although it's only fifty miles away from Peacecraft, NC State might as well be on another planet if you're at home and I'm not. Please give me enough warning so I can get home to you when you arrive on break. I can't wait to feel your arms around me again, and sometimes I ache wanting your kisses so badly.
Lately, I lie awake in bed at night after waking from a dream that we made love that night before you left, and I have to wonder why I held back. I can't make any promises in a letter, but I want you to keep this in mind whenever you're feeling like you can't go on. I love you. And when you come home, I'm going to show you just how much.
Please write to me again soon. I cherish every word of every letter.
All my love, Relena
PS: Duo says hello and that he's keeping his promise, whatever that is.
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August 28, 1965
Dear Relena,
I'm sorry that I haven't been able to write in the past two weeks. They've hardly given us time to sleep and eat, much less write home. Things should ease up next week after survival training is over. As it is, I'm writing this after lights-out, something that could easily get me a week of KP, if not for the help of my bunkmate. His name is Wufei Chang and he's from New York City. I can't say he's the most friendly person here, but we get along all right. And we especially work well during training and exercises, although now we're running neck to neck over who will break the obstacle course time record. It stands at three minutes, fifteen seconds. Right now, I can do it in three, thirty.
I hope the army talk isn't boring you. More than that, I hope this letter has reached you at all. This is the address you gave me for your dorm room, but I have this horrible thought that perhaps your roommate is reading it or something. You haven't mentioned her much so far. Do you not get along? That would be hard on you, I know. Because I know my girl...she likes to get along with everyone.
In the last letter I sent you, I didn't respond to the questions you had about the night before I left, mostly because I couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't make you blush. Damn, what I wouldn't give right now to see you blush. But now that I've had time to think about it (usually when I'm cleaning a gun or some other really inappropriate moment) I know what to say. I love you, too, Relena. And if you're ready, I will take care of you and make it wonderful.
All right, I had better wrap this up before midnight rounds. Do well in school. Know that I am thinking about you always.
Yours, Heero
PS: No word on a possible break yet. I will tell you as soon as I know anything.
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August 29, 1965
Dearest Duo,
If you though North Carolina was sweltering, you haven't experienced a California summer. It's muggy and hot and all I ever wear is my new bikini. Well, except when I'm going to a casting call. Unless it's the kind of casting call where they want to see us in our bikinis. Anyways, I love it. And the only thing missing is your fingers, pinching my behind.
I don't really have a lot of time to write, but I just wanted to say hi and that I miss you. I'm off to a screen test in a little while. It's for a cold cream commercial. I think I just might get it; the casting man said he liked the look of my face. Isn't that so far out?!
Tell Relena I said hi. Just remember, no matter what Heero told you, she is capable of taking care of herself. She's a modern, college girl, and she doesn't need a bodyguard. Even if it's one who is as sexy as you.
Hugs, kisses and more kisses, Hilde
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October 11, 1965
Dear Heero,
I'm not sure who is in charge of pairing up roommates at this school, but they ought to be fired. Dorothy is the most insufferable person imaginable. First of all, she has grown her hair practically down to her knees which means that our carpet, which should be dark grey, is now whiter than that kitten Millardo wouldn't let me keep when we were ten. A sick thought, yes, but she doesn't seem to notice. In fact, she complains when I brush my hair "too much."
Secondly, she's a right-wing Republican, and she's not afraid to show it. She's even said that President Kennedy's assassination was one of the best things that could have happened to our country. Can you believe that?! The only time I've ever seen her smile was when I told her my boyfriend was in the Army. She believes in America's military dominance, and that if we don't cut Communism out of every area of the world, we're not living up to our role as the world's leading country. I wouldn't be surprised if she spits on the campus war protesters.
I could go on for pages, Heero, honestly. As soon as this term is over, I'm requesting a roommate transfer. I certainly hope things are better for you with your bunkmate. He sounds a bit serious from what your letters have said. Perhaps we should get him together with Dorothy. I'm kidding; I wouldn't inflict my roommate upon Castro himself.
I love you and miss you in equal amounts. I want to see you, soon. Please tell me you'll be home for Christmas at least.
All my love, Relena
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October 13, 1965
Hilde-baby,
It's been over a month since your last letter. I hope the four I sent to you in the meantime got there. I guess you're pretty busy, which hopefully means you got that cold cream thing. I can't wait to see your face in a magazine or maybe even on TV.
I love you, Hilde. And I miss you. No girl in the world makes me feel like you; I haven't even bothered with any of them, I swear. But I need to hear from you. Please, write to me soon. Even if it's just a sentence or so. Anything is better than nothing at all.
Love, Duo
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November 1, 1965
Dear Relena,
I'm coming home for Christmas. I'll arrive in Peacecraft on the 23rd of December. Wear your hair down to the train station, if you can. I want to feel it, inhale it, wrap myself in it. We will make love for the whole twelve days.
Yours, Heero
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To Be Continued