(Stevie)

It's finally after school, and I'm so tired. I sit on my bed, and find myself drifting off to sleep until-

RING!

I guess my laptop was still on, and I just got an email. I go up to it, and see that my SYF buddy replied. I almost forgot about that stupid program. I read the email.

Dear Beaniechic,

I guess you are in a grumpy mood, so I shouldn't make a comeback. So you play the bass? And you like beanies. There are barely any girls in school who play the bass and wear beanies. I can play an instrument too, but it's always mistaken for a tiny guitar. Tackle charades with your brothers? I'm guessing that since you grew up with brothers, you seem tough, but you're also bubbly too. Hey, everyone has a bad day. I don't blame you for that.

Please reply,

Whatever your name is (But I prefer Ukeboy)

Huh. And I expected him to fight back. He played a tiny guitar. That must be the ukulele. SYF was stupid, but at least my SYF buddy wasn't. I decided to reply.

Dear Ukeboy,

So you play the ukulele? You must be obsessed referring to your name. There are a ton of ukulele players at Brewster, so I guess I can't figure out who you are. Luckily for me, there are a ton of girls who wear beanies and play the bass. You just don't notice it. So tell me about yourself, and I'll tell you about me. I have hazel eyes and I wear combat boots. How about you? Reply, only if you want to.

Yours Truly,

Beaniechic

And... Send. I have to admit, I did think SYF was stupid, but it was oddly addicting. It was kind of nice talking to someone. I never talked to my mom about my day because she was always busy taking care of my brothers, so SYF was a nice alternative. Maybe it wasn't so dumb. The name just needed to be changed. I wonder what Grace was up to? I close my laptop, and grab my phone. I punch in Grace's numbers and after a few moments, she picks up.

"Hello?" I hear Grace's voice.

"Hey, it's Stevie. Whatcha doing?" I ask.

"Uhhh... Nothing." she says. I could tell she was hiding something from me.

"Are you sure? You don't sound like it's nothing."

"It's fine."

"What are you doing?"

"You'll think it's stupid."

"No I won't."

"But you just said it was stupid a few hours ago." I think for a moment.

"Are you replying to your SYF buddy?"

"Uhhh... Yes." she says.

"Why couldn't you tell me?"

"You think it's stupid."

"I thought it was stupid."

"Thought?"

"Unfortunately, the girly side of me got the better of me, and I'm treating SYF like a journal." I admit.

(Grace)

Okay, so maybe I wasn't replying to my SYF buddy. I was actually... Waiting for a response.

"Stevie Baskara? Diary mode? Girly? Is the world ending!?" I ask in shock. Stevie was practically a boy that wore lipgloss. Actually, lipgloss was pretty much the only girly thing about her.

"Don't get too carried away." Stevie says obviously regretting she ever told me about her feelings of SYF.

RING!

"AAHH!" I scream.

"What happened?" Stevie asks.

"My SYF buddy replied!" I exclaim happily. Finally, someone to talk to! Stevie was great, but people who knew me always said something carefully, like talking to a two year old. I wanted someone who was honest, and they talked as themselves, not someone who had to talk a certain way because I was Grace King.

"I gotta go Grace. My brothers want to play tackle charades." Stevie says.

"Bye Stevie. I gotta reply to my SYF buddy anyways." I say, and we hang up. After that, I read the email.

Dear Unicornlove,

I thought we were supposed to be anonymous? Anyways, I may not be able to give you my name, but at least we can talk. Don't worry. I'm not creeped out. I'm actually kind of glad my SYF buddy is someone like you. Careless and worry free. You must be an animal person, and since I'm a boy, I can't really recommend any fashion choices, but I can recommend an instrument for you to learn how to play. From experience, I suggest the piano. But if you want something easy, play the triangle or the tambourine. What's on my mind right now? Well, I'm just wondering what's for lunch tomorrow. Hopefully, it's pizza.

Reply soon,

Buddy (But I go by FuriousPianist)

Yay! I got a piano player as my SYF buddy! And he wasn't creeped out by me. Now wish we didn't have to be anonymous. But if I did reveal my identity, he might not talk to me the same way he is right now. I reply.

Dear FuriousPianist,

For some reason, your name reminds me of Furious Pidgeons. I get that we should be anonymous, but I sometimes wonder who that girl was. You know, the girl that had rumors spread about her because she met her enemy. Hmmm... I have alot of thinking to do, which people think I can't do. A lot of people think I'm stupid because I'm bubbly and cheerful. They think I'm so simple and easy to figure out. Well, I'm not. I guess I should tell you about my feelings so I hope you could relate. A long time ago, I used to be the nerdy girl with glasses and complex words, along with Furious Pidgeons T-shirts. After that, a friend of mine told me I had to get contacts and change my wardrobe. I did, and I ended up looking like your stereotypical popular: it's either mean or dumb. I wasn't that cold hearted, so I ended up looking stupid with my happy attitude. I hope you aren't one of those jerks who don't reply because I ended up pouring out my feelings. Reply, or not. It's your choice.

Yours Truly,

Unicornlove

And... Send. That letter made me feel better. No one in Brewster knows about my past, except for Molly. That was way before Kacey came along. Anyways, the letter was sent, and I felt pretty good. Let's just hope he replies back.

A/N: Okay, did anyone watch Sam and Cat? Did you see if the episode where Cat's favorite show got cancelled? This reminded me alot of HTR for some reason... I wish they could've saved the show. Anyways, review please and tell me what you thought and what you want to happen. It's pretty obvious who's who in the SYF program, is it? Oh well.