Sorry for the wait, RL caught up with a vengeance. Work, last week of school, open day at Cambridge, then worst of all the London bombs (thankfully all the people I know are safe) It is also sweltering here (for the UK anyway). It's the first time I've been on the computer because there's just no air and my fan is crap! I've been blown away with the response to this, thanks for all your reviews, keep them coming!
In other words, how awesome was the finale!
Disclaimer: I don't own the O.C
Julie
Hey Kiki!
How are you? Good. Now the pleasantries are out of the way, I'll get down to it (the letter. Not "it" because, eww. Right here? I'm sure you wouldn't want a detailed account. Line by line. Hey, maybe I could write porn novels. My new calling in life. I could send you some drafts to keep you going seeing as you are all alone… Kiki, don't get your panties in a twist, it's a joke! Speaking of sex, did you know that me and Jimmy are going to have another go at it? (Marriage. Although "it" too. Lots.) And here I would normally be making a joke about you having a heart attack but I know that's not very respectful (and doesn't that show how far I've grown?).
I can't believe the way things worked out in my life. I mean, nearly twenty years married to one man? Me? And it was a good marriage too. I was happy, but I didn't realise it until me and Cal tied the knot. I mean, don't get me wrong, I was fond of the man, but in the end I realised all I found alluring was the money and when he was going to take that away there was nothing left for me in that marriage. I think I loved him, but I was never in love with him. Not the way I am with Jimmy. All this time wasted because of the jealousy I had over a relationship that ended twenty years ago and because I'm the materialistic bitch I am (I can admit it Kiki. I'm not proud of it. Maybe I'm addicted to money. Is there a word for that? Moneyholic?) Even when I was married to Cal I was still Julie Cooper, I will always be Julie Cooper.
I know you and Jimmy have a past. I accept that. It's just you have always been the model to which everyone should set standards by. I could accept the model student, the model daughter, the model mother, even the goddamn model Berkeley runaway. But I couldn't accept you as the model girlfriend. Because I could never be you. And Jimmy could never quite grasp that. I don't know if he ever will, to be honest. He used to idolise you, probably still does, on some level. He's placed you on a pedestal. And my insecurities of being every thing you're not didn't help (yes Julie Cooper does have insecurities, but tell anyone and that'll be the last thing you ever say): not blonde, not rich, not intelligent; what would Jimmy see in someone like me? But hopefully we're past all that now. You're probably his best friend Kirsten. Come to that, you're probably mine too. Which may be a problem. I'm not very good at sharing.
Don't worry, you're in safe hands. I checked out Suriak on the web (I did think about asking Taryn about it (discretely of course), but she's stuck so far up her own ass she wouldn't even acknowledge me! Imagine! Who the hell does she think she is? Don't worry Kiki, you and me against the world. We'll show them. Rehab's gonna be a bitch, but I know you can get through it, because if you can't who can?
I guess something like this shows you who your true friends are, huh? Believe me, I know, sons-of-bitches don't know how lucky they are. All it takes is one eensy (naked) mistake and you're shunned from society. Damn Newpsies. They can conveniently forget about their drug habits, their Guatemalan cleaners they pay less than minimum wage. Bitches. They're just jealous, you know. Of you and me. They know we're better than them, Kiki, and there's nothing they like better than to see the mighty fallen.
I cleaned your house of all alcoholic beverages. Figured might as well kill two birds with one stone. It helps you, and I get all the booze I can find. Sounds like a good trade to me. Sanford's got his heart in the right place but quite frankly he sucks at finding things. Bet he always lost at hide and seek.
You really scared me, you know that? The infallible Kirsten Cohen. I always thought of you as someone who would always be there, steady, the rock to my water. And the thought that you might get washed away really made me think. I know I've always taken advantage of you, because you've always been there to be taken advantage of. And now that you're not, I realise how much you mean to me. I mean, you let me walk all over you to be honest but the only other person you let do that was your dad. No business associates or Newpsies came away unscathed when faced with the mighty Kirsten Cohen. So I guess that makes me feel kinda special. You always listened (sometimes reluctantly I know) and I know there's been times when you haven't particularly liked me, but you've never turned me away which is more than I can say for most people.
Honestly? You are probably my only true friend and I can use all the friends I can get, so you have to get through this Kiki, so we can go shopping, bitch about our guys, run the Newport Group together (I was thinking you do the actual business and I'll be more of a figurehead, but you'll have to teach me some stuff. I want to be a successful businesswoman in my own right. Like you.). Stay strong! If you ever need to talk, you know you can talk on me. I won't talk to anyone. I've changed since last year. I'm ashamed of last Thanksgiving when I told everyone about you drinking, especially when you acted so nice. Why can't you be more of a bitch? Anyway, no one else wants to talk to me outside our group, so no problems on that front. Keep at it, you can get through this, I know. See you soon!
Love and lots of hugs,
Julie
xxxxx
P.S. Carter rang. I told him what happened. He's left, like fifty messages at the Newport Group. The receptionist thinks he's like, your ho. She told me to tell you that she wishes you well and thanks you for the generous donation of wine you have given the company for its summer party (which consists of all the alcohol I found in the offices).
I looked through Cal's desk and found some stuff for you when you get back.
A/N: I was thinking of doing a Carter letter possibly, what do you think?