A/N: Background to this short; They are both in college at Queens. And it has two parts because it is so much longer than usual, but I loved it, so I wrote it anyway.

Just Pals...

Casey stared down at the blank letter in front of her. She usually enjoyed Creative Writing and Literature, but today's assignment seemed more psychological than anything.

"Eyes to the front for another second." Her teacher droned. "Remember these letters aren't actually mailed out, I will simply deliver them by person to a student in another class. I advise you, for the purpose of the assignment to not try and figure out who your so called 'pen pal' is. And like I said earlier, the idea here is to be different. We usually address a letter with names. However, here we will only describe our perception of ourselves and others. For instance, I might say after reading a letter from a pen pal, 'Dear ashamed and sympathetic.' And conclude with, 'Sincerely happy and athletic'. Understand?" The teacher looked around the room at the laughs coming from the students, obviously a response from her jumping a twirling at the mention of 'athletic' earlier.

"Great." She said. "No names!" With that she turned back to her desk at the front and resumed her computer work. Casey sat stunned and unsure of what in the world to write about. They were supposed to talk about insignificant events. But how on Earth would she learn about her pen pal without at least a small background. For a few seconds Casey considered not following the directions, but quietly scolded herself and started her letter.

Dear Someone I probably don't know since I am a freshman here...

This morning I spilled coffee on my jeans and had to had to change. Pretty darn exciting right? Well now I am here writing this letter and I have no idea what to say that is worth writing, yet insignificant. Oh! She never said how long it had to be. Great! Bye... From: Klutzilla (Inside joke)

Looking around the room, Casey noticed students going up and turning in their letters and leaving. It was pretty short, but they were never told how long right? A little nervous about the lack of effort put into her assignment, Casey finally relented and walked towards the desk placing the letter neatly on top of the others.

Two days later, back in her Writing class, Casey was surprised to see a letter already being placed in her hand by the teacher. It was a little different than hers. It was on a yellow tinted paper instead of white and there was a doodle in the bottom left corner. She took her seat as she quickly opened it with anticipation.

Hey Klutzilla...

Thank you for agreeing with me on the uselessness of this assignment. I hate writing, but I needed the credit. It's funny though, I call a close friend of mine klutzilla sometimes. Not as much as before because we don't hang out anymore, but it brings back memories. And speaking of insignificant things, I had the most bogus date ever. Probably won't remember it happened in a few days, so why not tell a person I will never meet or seriously get to know. Ha ha, like we could discover more about a person through this crap than a day hanging out. Umm, I think that's it. I got a bruise this morning from a stick in my side...

With Arrogant Love, Sammich Man

Casey giggled quietly at the guy's humor as she took out another piece of paper and this time just wrote in big letters across the inside 'Hey Sammich Man... Like Sammich's?' And then drew a small alien like figure at the bottom and above it wrote 'me'.

Pretty amused with her random attitude she strutted to the front, the first person there this time and handed the teacher the letter. At first the teacher looked worried at the short time it took for her to complete the assignment, but then smiled devilishly and went back to her work.

Casey was restless the rest of the week waiting for her next class to get a letter back. She was just so preoccupied thinking about the letter that she didn't notice herself entering the wrong bathroom at the pool on campus. As the white urinals came into view and the odd and unpleasant smell finally drifted toward Casey, her face turned a bright red, and she turned quickly, looking for the door handle. Before she could escape humiliation, a cocky grin was caught in her peripheral and a snotty laugh echoed around the moist room. She turned back slowly for a split second to see, without a doubt one of the worst people possible in the situation, Derek.

Skipping her usual down time in the water as to avoid Derek, Casey came back to her dorm room and sat antsy on the bed. Why couldn't she text or IM her pen pal, instead of writing letters. They were so short, they could be a small email even. Without realizing it, her scrambling thoughts caused her to relax and she fell asleep around 7:00 pm.

By next class, her anxiety had died down and she accepted the next letter like an old friend. Happy to see, yet no instantaneous run for a hug. Unloading her backpack she took out her paper and pen before reading the next letter. His was way longer than her's was last time and at first seemed pointless to read, but to her dismay her teacher was walking up and down the aisles looking over each students letter and asking questions about it for up to date information on the progression of the assignment.

Dear So and so and so and so...

Figured I would stop calling you klutzilla for right now as the word kind of gives me an odd feeling right now. I don't know why, guess it's just one of those catalyst words. Nice alien by the way. Bet you look a lot better too. Anyway, whats up? Yeah, I know that is the worst intro ever, but I seriously am running out of insignificant things to write about here. I hope I didn't creep you out with my 'arrogant love', I was just being goofy. Is the fact that I am hot insignificant? Because I would say it is significant, so I won't bring it up again. Are you hot? I don't know. Appearance is everything apparently. Seriously though, it is. Hot people are more likely to be hired than the ugly and have better offspring. I may not be totally smart, but that is one killer fact right there. Media isn't stupid, it's just life. You ever seen a magazine with a bunch of average looking people on it? I have, it's called Home Improvement Magazine, and the only parts of the unnoticeable people you can see is their hands and arms.

Sincerely, with arrogant acceptance, Sammich's with PB&J

Glad that she had ended up reading Casey shook her head with a smile.

"Fun, isn't it?" The teacher, Mrs. Parks, asked from behind her, scaring her slightly.

"Yeah... Yes it is. Sorry for asking, but what is the moral behind this experiment?" Casey inquired.

Mrs. Parks gave a quizzical face at the word 'experiment', but answered Casey's question. "I guess you will find out at the end."

"Are we supposed to learn that we can learn more about a person through stupid little letters, than lame movie and dinner dates or awkward run into's at coffee shops." Casey asked.

"Hmm. You are onto something MacDonald, but it's more than that. It's a different view like when you look in a rear view mirror as opposed to fully turning around to see the big picture... People can surprise you when you see the big picture and it can save your life by preventing a car accident." Mrs. Parks chuckled at her blunt joke and shuffled away.