Dave sat back on his bed, opening the letter, unfolding it, and reconizing the scratchy yet neat looking handwriting.
[[referencing 1st Chapter]]
' Dear Cool Kid,
Hey! I know... Creepy if you ever actually get this letter. Though I doubt the universe would allow this . There's no address in these clouds so I doubt I'll hear from you.
How are you?
I miss you... I really do.
I miss you, and Jake, and Dirk and Jade and dare I say. even CAL
Is there anything I can do to hear your voice there Best friend?
I'm gonna send all these letters to you... until I'm home back to you.
I'm sorry I was so naive. That stupid fight shouldn't have set me off, I'm sorry for yelling,I'm sorry for being annoying to you...
and I'm sorry you had to put up with me...
If I hadn't;t bolted, If I'd worn my glasses.
If that road had no cars on it...
Maybe I'd still be there with you. To make things better
~~~~~~~~~~~Letters~From~John~~~~~~~~~
~John Egbert
Dave sat there, re-reading it over and over. Someone was pranking him. It had to be some sort of bullshit.. But it was John's handwriting, and John couldn't have been around to write this, It had to be fake.
But...
Why was his brain telling him to take it seriously. . . Dear god this was too much stress. No no this couldn't be bringing itself up, someone was wanting to be horrible to him.
He folded the letter up, and put it back , but never threw it away, and as he put it in his desk drawer... He noticed. It said 1/? ... This was the first one ... Of how many?
He laid back in bed, quickly plugging in his headphones and listening to a playlist on his laptop. No no. Dealing with this. Not going to happen.
His mind wandered that night as he fell asleep...
~Life Could be a fairytale. Some end strangely... and Some don't end at all' One of a story that Vriska told them when they were all hanging around, one of her little mysterious goodbyes...
As he laid there... He decided tomorrow he was going to the bridge.
Hoping. Something else would surface itself...
"Damn It Dave... Be cool... He's gone.. Get the fuck over it..."
But something was telling him that you never give up.
~
Over the night , Dave was plagued with memories of the past.
Sad ones, bad ones, good ones and fun ones...Everything was reaching a craze in his head...
but what He didn't realize was the way things worked. Once you found and opened one, the second one would be available to you, the issue though, is finding them .
[[back to John!]]
John spent That night with their family. They all sat at a table, eating dinner and he was happily letting them answer as long as it meant they kept talking.
He loved the sounds of their voices. And Noted them each time he got the chance.
Every detail he needed to know .
Log One
Spades Slick, and Ms. Paint...
Oh! and little Andrew.
I already noted down their looks, but after dinner I was shown to a room in their small home. Andrew of course probably wonders what I'm doing invading their couldn't be anymore than 5 years old, at the oldest.
One thing that I'm still unused to, is hearing human voices. They feel so strange to me and if I hear to much it messes with my head.
Spade's is kind of dark, but not monotoned, He keeps it very limited with only enough emotion to tell me what he's feeling, for being so well mannered and dressed I would have mistaken him for a buisness man or something. He drives trucks basing for the bigger companies out there.
I can keep using my name up until I get closer to Texas, Cause by then I don't want to risk anyone noticing me, and locking me away or something.
Back to Voices.
Ms. Paint. Hers is very quiet, but its very ... Motherly sounding. And she seems so happy.
Ms. Paint came here from Asia to start life here in the art world. She is obsessed with colors and paints. So her name fits well.
Andrew sounds like a smart kid, he counts and reads and seems to have no problem listening to instructions and was overall nice to me.
but this place makes me think of home. And home makes me think of Dave...
Summer is over In one month.
Tomorrow morning we head out for the drive, the whole drive would be a good 10 hours at the most, then he drops me in the center , which is further than he was supposed to go. Then from there, its walking.
They have packed me food and water to add to my bag, and even bought me a new note book to keep logging. I could not have stayed with more generous people.
Tomorrow though I will send out another letter to Dave. This time though. I can send it directly to his address!
With some of my money from Vriska, I got a disposable camera, a roll of stamps and a couple pencils .
Well. Its time to go to bed...
~ John Egbert
The next morning John was awake, dressed, fed and headed out, bag in hand, kisses from Ms Paint and Andrew and hugs to go around, he couldn't have thanked them enough, he got their address and phone number down, so in time he could keep in contact.
Once they were in the loading truck it was to begin the drive, the only first request he had was to stop at the state sign of every state. Slick had no problem with it though. And once they hit Maine's borders. John hopped down and to the sign.
Pulling out his camera and taking an awkward Selfie it was back into the truck, each state they passed he knew he was going to have a new adventure.
for now though. It was just time to sit back, and daydream about what happens. When he gets home...