A/N: Soda's letter of hate was difficult to come up with, simply because Soda doesn't hate anyone. At all. Because he's Soda. But, I figured that this might work, somehow. Oh. And the next and last chapter will be Johnny's. Believe it or not, I already have his letter planned out and everything; I'm posting it last because his seems to be the one that a lot of people are anxious to see.

Disc.: Same.

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Dear Someone,

I don't know who you are. I don't know your name or anything about you. At least, I hope I don't. I don't think I do. But I can't help but despise you and hate you for what I do know about you; you took away the love of my life. You stole Sandy away from me.

I hate that I hate you, and I wish to god that I didn't. But I just can't help it. I loved, no, love Sandy so much! She was the best thing to ever happen to me. She was beautiful, nice, smart, and she helped me through so much. When my parents died, she was there holding my hand and telling me that everything would be all right. When I dropped out of school, she told me that she loved me anyways, because I was doing it for my family. She understood me in a way that no one else did. I was so sure that she was the girl that I was going to marry and spend the rest of my life with.

Then you came along. I didn't know about you until two months ago when Sandy left. She was pregnant; and at first, I thought it was mine. I thought she was pregnant with my baby. That scared me and made me happy at the same time, and I proposed to her right then. Then she told me that the baby wasn't mine. That broke my heart. It made me so goddamned sad that I could barely breathe. But I still loved her. I still wanted to marry her, and I told her that. I told myself that maybe it was just a one-time thing, whatever it was that happened between you and her, and that she loved me and was sorry for it.

Then she left. She moved to Florida to live with her grandmother, because she didn't want to stay and marry me. At first, she told me that it was her parents that made her move. That she would've stayed if her parents hadn't been so against her marrying me. That broke my heart too, but I loved her, so I told her that I'd write her. I told her that once she got out of school she could come back and we could get married. I thought that she cared, because she told me that she loved me. I really thought that maybe, in the end, I'd have her anyways, because I loved her and she loved me.

I did send her a letter, and about a week after I did, I got a reply. Two of my friends had died during that time, and I was still really upset about it, so when I saw that I'd gotten a letter, I was happy. Then I found out that it was the letter I'd sent Sandy, and that it had been returned unopened. I figured out right then that she didn't love me like I thought she did, and that she didn't want me anymore. And I also figured that maybe she'd been fooling around a lot, not just one time like I'd thought. And then I began to hate you. I began to hate that you were alive, even if I didn't know who you were. I knew enough, and that was that you took away my beautiful Sandy.

I don't know, maybe you didn't know about me. Maybe you were in the same position as me, and you thought that you were Sandy's one and only. And maybe you were heartbroken when she left too. But I still hate you, because no matter what the deal was, I know that I loved Sandy more than anything. And maybe, the only reason I hate you is because I can't bring myself to hate Sandy. I just don't know. I'm sorry; I won't send this. I don't want you to start feeling worse, if you really did love Sandy. But I'm afraid to stop hating you too, because you're the one thing keeping me from hating Sandy. And

I don't think I could bear it if I hated Sandy.

Sodapop Curtis