Author's Note: Oh wow! The response to my stories is more than I could have ever dreamed! It's crazy. So many people have favorited and followed it! I really appreciate it so much. Everyone please continue to review. Every review makes me so excited and fills me with so much joy! I'm sorry I haven't updated sooner. I'm taking harder classes in school this year and really haven't had time to write more. I'm supposed to be spending this time studying, but clearly I'd rather be doing this. LOL! I'm probably not going to be able write again until summer. It's my goal to finish this story by the end of summer, but if that doesn't happen I'll still finish it eventually. I will definitely start updating more frequently when summer comes around. Well here you go. Sorry for the wait. I love you all!

Disclaimer: Clearly I don't own the Perks of Being a Wallflower. Everything in bold and italics (so it shall not be confused with the author's note or disclaimer) comes directly from the Perks of Being a Wallflower and was written by the amazing Stephan Chbosky (you'll also be able to tell because he's a much better author than me.)

The next day Sam and Patrick continued to read the letters. They learned more about Charlie's family. Sam thought it was odd because they seemed a lot, for lack of a better word, bolder than shy, quiet Charlie. But when she thought about it, that could be part of the reason why Charlie was so quiet. He had people to talk for him. They also read about Charlie's friendship with his English teacher, who Charlie was apparently on a first name basis with. Patrick had grinned and said, "Only Charlie could make a teacher be friends with him." Sam had laughed.

Finally they reached the letter when Charlie first met Patrick.

September 18, 1991 Dear friend,

I never told you that I am in shop class, did I? Well, I am in shop class, and it is my favorite class next to Bill's advanced english class. I wrote the essay for To Kill a Mockingbird last night, and I handed it in to Bill this morning. We are supposed to talk about it tomorrow during lunch period.
The point, though, is that there is a guy in shop class named "Nothing."

"Holy shit, he called me Nothing! How could he!?" Patrick yelled. He gasped over dramatically. "And I thought we were friends!"

"Oh, give him a break. He didn't even know you," Sam replied, trying to hide the fact that she was smiling with laughter.

I'm not kidding. His name is "Nothing."

"No it's not!" Patrick yelled, faking a look of exasperation. Sam couldn't hide her laughter anymore, and she burst out in hysterics. Patrick couldn't help but laugh too. Eventually, they calmed down and continued to read.

And he is hilarious.

"Feel better now?" Sam asked. Patrick nodded.

"I am pretty funny," Patrick replied, puffing out his chest a little bit. Sam shook her head but silently agreed.

"Nothing" got his name when kids used to tease him in middle school. I think he's a senior now. The kids started calling him Patty when his real name is Patrick. And "Nothing" told these kids, "Listen, you either call me Patrick, or you call me nothing."

"Oh my god! How did Charlie know all of this?" Patrick questioned.

"I think Charlie just knows everything," Sam responded honestly. Patrick had to agree.

So, the kids started calling him "Nothing." And the name just stuck. He was a new kid in the school district at the time because his dad married a new woman in this area.

"My mom," Sam said happily.

"So you don't feel at all stalked by this?" Patrick joked. Sam laughed, knowing that it was just in Charlie's nature to find out all of these things and keep them to himself.

I think I will stop putting quotation marks around Nothing's name because it is annoying and disrupting my flow.

Patrick and Sam laughed again. "Disrupting Charlie's flow" would later become an inside joke between them.

I hope you do not find this difficult to follow. I will make sure to differentiate if something comes up.
So, in shop class Nothing started to do a very funny impersonation of our teacher, Mr. Callahan. He even painted in the mutton chop sideburns with a grease pencil. Hilarious. When Mr. Callahan found Nothing doing this near the belt sander, he actually laughed because Nothing wasn't doing the impersonation mean or anything. It was just that funny. I wish you could have been there because it was the hardest I've laughed since my brother left. My brother used to tell Polish jokes, which I know is wrong, but I just blocked out the Polish part and listened to the jokes. Hilarious.
Oh, incidentally, my sister asked for her "Autumn Leaves" mix tape back. She listens to it all the time now.
Love always,
Charlie

"Yeah, I'm pretty great," Patrick said. Sam smiled. "I'm glad I was able to make Charlie laugh," he said more seriously.

"I'm glad too," Sam replied.