A/N: Well, since you all asked so nicely, I'll update it now... actually, I
have writer's block for my other story. I forgot to write in my last
author's note, thanks to my beta Firevega21. My email isn't working, so I
can't send you this chapter to read. Sorry! But I'll wait till it's working
again so you can read the next chapter, okay? Okay, I don't own anything.
At all. Here's chapter four.
Dear Ellie, I'm sorry. I didn't want to hang up on you, and I didn't want to blow you off at the Dot, and I didn't want to have whatever happened between us in the alley. Except I did. I'm sorry, Ellie, but you've made me feel more stupid, shallow, guilty, and confused in seven hours than anyone else has ever made me feel in my entire life. The thing is, I like it, and I don't want it to go away, because if it does, you'll go with it, and I want you to stay here. Always. I want you to stay here. I want you to stop hating me. I want you to trust me. I want to get to know you and see if you're really as perfect as you seem. I want you to be the first to realize that I'm not perfect. I want you to think of me as me, and not just as Captain of the Spirit Squad Paige Michalchuk. And I want you to know that I think about you all the time ( failed a test yesterday because I wrote your name in every answer space, and by the time I erased them all, there wasn't any time left to write the real answers). And I want you to know that I had to buy a new binder because I wrote your name on the other one four hundred and eighty-three times. And I want you to know that I miss you when you're sitting three seats away from me. And I want you to know that I keep putting your combination into my locker instead of mine, so I'm late to every one of my classes. And I want you to know that I missed getting off the bus yesterday and rode three towns over before I could stop thinking about you long enough to realize what had happened. And I want you to know that I can't even sleep, because I've convinced myself that if I do, I'll miss the one time you'll ever call me to say you feel the same way. And I want you to know that you know me better than anyone else (even me) and I haven't even had a real conversation. And I want you to know that when you're around me, I hear bells and music and fireworks. And I want you to know that you'll never know this, because I probably won't ever be able to give this to you. And I want you to know that it's because I'm scared of what will happen if you don't hear the bells and music and fireworks too. Yours truly, Your friend, Your not-exactly friend, From, Love, Paige
A/N: This is very short. But some of you seem not to care, so I'm just going to leave it at that, and now I'll take my break. Unless I cave under the pressure of reviews. Which you should write. (hint freaking hint)
Dear Ellie, I'm sorry. I didn't want to hang up on you, and I didn't want to blow you off at the Dot, and I didn't want to have whatever happened between us in the alley. Except I did. I'm sorry, Ellie, but you've made me feel more stupid, shallow, guilty, and confused in seven hours than anyone else has ever made me feel in my entire life. The thing is, I like it, and I don't want it to go away, because if it does, you'll go with it, and I want you to stay here. Always. I want you to stay here. I want you to stop hating me. I want you to trust me. I want to get to know you and see if you're really as perfect as you seem. I want you to be the first to realize that I'm not perfect. I want you to think of me as me, and not just as Captain of the Spirit Squad Paige Michalchuk. And I want you to know that I think about you all the time ( failed a test yesterday because I wrote your name in every answer space, and by the time I erased them all, there wasn't any time left to write the real answers). And I want you to know that I had to buy a new binder because I wrote your name on the other one four hundred and eighty-three times. And I want you to know that I miss you when you're sitting three seats away from me. And I want you to know that I keep putting your combination into my locker instead of mine, so I'm late to every one of my classes. And I want you to know that I missed getting off the bus yesterday and rode three towns over before I could stop thinking about you long enough to realize what had happened. And I want you to know that I can't even sleep, because I've convinced myself that if I do, I'll miss the one time you'll ever call me to say you feel the same way. And I want you to know that you know me better than anyone else (even me) and I haven't even had a real conversation. And I want you to know that when you're around me, I hear bells and music and fireworks. And I want you to know that you'll never know this, because I probably won't ever be able to give this to you. And I want you to know that it's because I'm scared of what will happen if you don't hear the bells and music and fireworks too. Yours truly, Your friend, Your not-exactly friend, From, Love, Paige
A/N: This is very short. But some of you seem not to care, so I'm just going to leave it at that, and now I'll take my break. Unless I cave under the pressure of reviews. Which you should write. (hint freaking hint)
