Don't Forget To Write
A/N: A shorter one, but a new chapter nonetheless. I am soooo sorry for the delay!
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, Kurt would be straight and Karofsky would proclaim his love for Rachel naked in Mr. Figgin's office. In other words: don't own
Artie clung to his best friends back as she hugged him goodbye. "Do you really have to go?" he sniffed, tears filling his crystal blue eyes.
Tina smiled sadly. "Yeah, daddy got a new job so now I have to go to Wilcox instead," she said, patting the distraught boy on the back.
"Will we ever see each other again?" Artie asked hopefully, wiping away the tears.
Tina shrugged her tiny shoulders. "Maybe, in high school," she offered.
Artie sniffed sadly. "O-okay," he said, hugging his friend one last time.
"Don't forget to write to me!" she said with a warmer smile, patting his back.
"But I don't have your address," he protested sadly.
Tina looked unfazed. "Well...then just save all the letters until you see me next!" she said with an even brighter smile.
Artie's tears began to fade as
Tina smiled back, hugging Artie before she kissed him lightly on the cheek. She then started climbing into the family's before speeding off to the other side of town. Artie stared at where her van was before raising his hand to touch the small place where Tina's lips were once located. It burned. A smaller tear slipped out of his opalescent eyes as he smiled at the van retreating into the woods. Artie lifted his small hand to wave goodbye, even though the van was far from close.
He smiled sadly and walked into his house and up to his room. Rummaging through his closet, he finally found what he needed.
HOW TO WRITE IN CURSIVE
Artie opened it up, furrowed his brow, and began to read...
dear tina
I am very happy you are my frend, becaz i do not kno anyone else who will like to play star wars wif me. i miss u and i hope you can come home and we can play agin.
love
artie
...
Over the years, the letters got more advanced. After Artie's accident in the third grade, he wrote this to keep his old friend updated.
Dear Tina,
It's the beginning of the fourth grade year, and I finally got caught up over the summer. Why would you need to get caught up, you ask? Cuz I spent a lot of my third grade year learning how to operate a wheelchair. Yeah, it sucks big time.
Your Friend
Arthur Matthew Abrams
...
The start of freshman year, Tina found a box in front of her locker with a messily scrawled post it note
Remember me?
Arthur
She smiled and opened to the shoebox to find dozens to hundreds of letters dated back to the first grade. With a smile, she set off to find her lost friend.
A/N: Please don't murder me! I started school and have all this homework what with double math class and crap, I've got tons to do and I know this chapter kinda sucks but I PROMISE I will have a better one next time! Don't kill me!