To The Man On Track 17,
It's been a week. A week.
How can you tell me to stay calm and then not show up for a week? I keep telling myself that you're just not going to work because you're sick or unable to move because you decided to eat all the licorice cake just to spite me, but I'm starting to lose hope. And I never lose hope.
Still, I don't wanna believe that you left me without at least shooting me a cold glare or giving me your phone number (via letter of course- I'm not that hopeful) or something...Then again, you are Lukas "Ice Queen" Bondevik, so I guess that's possible.
If you haven't figured this out yet (though I'm sure you have, because you're the "chess playing genius" type), I've had a lot of time to think about stuff. But now, instead of sitting around - drumroll please- I'm gonna write what I'd do if you were still here.
I'd take work off for a night just so I could see you in person, because you've made it clear that you're not going to take the initiative to see me in person yourself. I'd tell you how I deliver your letters every day and I'd actually be able to demonstrate it instead of just write about it. I'd let you try a sip of beer from my bomb-ass lego thermos and probably steal a ton of licorice cake from your house when I decide to invite myself over.
I'd keep calling Emil "the Steil Wheel" until he actually made good on his threat and I'd push him around in his wheelchair until you yell at me to stop (if, you know, I still had my arms). Speaking of stopping, I wouldn't stop with my cheesy puns and stupid nicknames, because I know that somewhere, deep down, you actually find them to be pretty clever and funny. I'd let you critique my epic stories, even though I know that's a big mistake since you basically live off making me feel terrible about my life choices.
Finally, I'd tell you about the first time someone I love left me because I made a stupid mistake, and then I'd reassure you that everything's okay with them now, even though I'm sure you wouldn't share your concern on the surface (Genuine Lukas sightings are rare, after all). And, most of all, I wouldn't have to tell you about the second time someone I love left me, because they'd be right there next to me, detachedness and all.
I'm most definitely, undeniably in love with you,
Mathias Densen
"You have a customer, stupid."
I jerk out of my letter-writing induced daze, startled by the monotone voice and generally mysterious aura of the person in front of me. The scenario seems all too familiar, which makes a lot more sense once I actually decide to look up.
The amazingly-styled blond hair, the dull blue eyes, the tie and briefcase...It's most undeniably Luk-wait. Is that a smirk?!
Well, apart from the smirk, it's most undeniably Lukas.
For a few seconds, his eyes scan over the Norwegian notebook, opened to the page I'd been pouring my heart and soul into just minutes ago. His lips curl downwards. "Way to make my confession feel inadequate, idiot."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in and take a swig of my lego-thermos beer. "C-confession?"
"Yes. In fact, I have a coupon for 50% Danish flag boxers from a while ago that you might want to take a look at," he mutters, sliding a very familiar piece of folded paper across the stand's small counter. I unfold it, expecting to see my first letter hastily scrawled on the back, but I'm shocked to find that it's not there. Instead, there's only a few words written in beautifully familiar handwriting:
To The Dunce That Can't Handle A Week Away From Someone,
You're an irresponsible idiot with both spending and drinking problems that can't seem to write a simple letter without tainting it with abominable wordplay...
But.
I think I love you too, stupid Dane.
Just don't let it get to your head,
The Man On Track 17
Damn. I try to find Lukas' face as my vision blurs with joyful epic Viking saltwater, but it's nowhere to be found. I'd be afraid I was just imagining it all if it wasn't for the huge slice of licorice cake and a certain personal injury lawyer's business card sitting on a chipped plate in front of me.
Oh yeah, this is totally real.
THE END
...cue the cliche sunset and stereotypical "end of a romance movie" guitar music, because that's a wrap! Roll credits! Work on the sequel!
Yes, you should definitely take that as confirmation that a sequel is in the works, because there's so many more things I want to establish in this story's universe. (Not sure when it'll happen, but keep an eye out XD)
I could go on for hours and hours about how thankful I am to have received such amazing responses to this story, but if you haven't noticed, we writers sometimes have problems putting things into words (its a contradiction, I know, but a true contradiction all the same). So, instead of writing all that out, I'll just contain my feelings in an ill-timed "THANK YOU!1!" like I usually do.
So, yeah...THANK YOU!1! (see, I warned you, didn't I?)
I hope you enjoyed! Be sure to read (if you haven't already, what are you doing here?), review, follow, and favorite :3
Much thanks and love and all that sugary mess,
heyashganistan (who, not ulike some reviewers, couldn't resist ending her final Track 17 author's note like a letter)
