A/n to anyone who still reads my work, I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in, well years. I got so busy with school and working and everything that I lost time for updating my fanfics... and then I just lost time for writing. So this is me, hoping to start writing again. It won't be too great because for one it's been awhile and for two it's pretty late and I'm exhausted, also it may be a little short. But here's at least something to get started. Ooh also thanks for any reviews from past fans, it really helped inspire me to write again. I promise to write soon!

I sat lying in my bed staring at the ceiling waiting for Casey to respond. I wasn't sure if she was going to be angry about the letters, happy about my response, or what was going to happen. I looked at the clock next to my bed, it had been almost ten minutes, and I know she had already read it. I started to get worried, even though I knew how she felt; I still have this idea that she's going to reject me. I was pondering this frightening possibility when my IM alert went off on my computer. I walked over, not really in the mood to talk to anyone. That was until I saw it was from Casey.

Kinda_spacey: You read the letters?

2hott2handle: Yes… but in my defense, it's because I couldn't find your diary and I found those instead. I was curious. I don't know why you didn't hide them as good as your diary; they seemed to hold more secrets.

Kinda_spacey: hide them as well…

Kinda_spacey: I'm mortified…

2hott2handle: Whatever grammar Nazi… Come and talk to me. After all those letters, this conversation needs to be had in person… please.

Kinda_spacey: This is a stupid prank, Derek. Yes, now you know my big secret… but playing on my emotions, telling me you love me, that's low even for you. We're almost done with high school, we can just pretend like this never happened, avoid each other as much as possible. You don't have to make a joke out of it.

2hott2handle: Case, I'm not making a joke out of it. This is really a conversation I want to have in person, so you can see how serious I am. Don't you know how much I hate writing, and yet I wrote a love letter for you. I know in the past I was a playa, and I know we've argued… but I meant every word of that letter. So please come talk to me

She didn't respond but I didn't hear movement in the hallway either. I was afraid to move, afraid to say the wrong thing. I waited for what seemed like eternity when finally there was a reply.

Kinda_spacey: The infamous Derek, saying please twice in one day. We should mark this day in history. I'll come talk to you tonight, after everyone falls asleep. If only it were easier to say no to you.

And then she logged off and I was left to wait.