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PRESENTING...

"Letters to the Red-Haired",

a Peanuts fanfiction

The Last Bus Epilogue

"Thanks for carrying the rest of my stuff, Heather..."

"Charlie, I'm just thankful we're not trying to fit Olaf and Andy's motorbike onto the bus."

"Well, according to the timetable, we'll have to just get on the last bus..."

He studied the bus timetable on the road as Heather leaned on his larger suitcase. Today, Charlie was going back home, and Heather had helped carry his belongings. She was carrying his bag - he had brought his suitcase. The bus would come soon - he had to go to the airport.

A lot had happened over the last two months.

Morag and Heather had met, and they bonded over the amount of writing both enjoyed doing.

"Yes, I want to be a journalist, actually...!" Heather had said.

"Auh! That's a great job! Maybe I should get into that, I write so much. Here, let me show you all the letters to my pen-pals...!"

Heather fawned over Morag's handwriting, and Morag was very happy to add another pen-pal to her list.

"Actually, you'd be my first pen-pal from Scotland, technically! How nice is that?"

Heather was happy to have made another friend.

In the meantime, Andy and Olaf had stayed in Charlie's room for a bit. They planned to start travelling again soon. It turned out that they both had gotten a job at the fish and chips before Heather and Charlie started working there.

"Oh, so that's why our manager didn't want us cleaning fast... you both were probably working as quick as you delivered letters!"

The dogs nodded. They had hoped to make some money from the fish and chips place, but once it was revealed they were two dogs stacked ontop of each other wearing dirty clothes they had found in a dumpster, their manager had kicked them out.

"No dogs allowed! Yes, that's why I put the sign up too." Said the managaer, holding her cat, to Heather and Charlie, at the end of one of their shifts. "Very funny that they were your dogs."

"My dog's brothers, but yes..."

"And you're quitting today, are you? Well, you better enjoy yourself, back to America, hmm!"

Charlie looked surprised at the manager being nice, but had smiled and thanked their manager before they left.

Heather would continue to work there - in fact, she was due for a shift soon, and it was a rush hour, so she didn't want to miss it.

"I think I enjoy working there more now... I'll have to learn how to talk to the customers like you do." She joked, as he smiled at her.

"You'll be fine!" His smile turned solemn as he saw the lights of his bus far in the distance...

They both had wished Morag goodbye - "You better write as soon as you get home, Charlie!" she had said with a hug as she and Heather left together. Heather had come from her house - her grandmother had offered to drive, but they both wanted to walk together. Her grandmother had only smiled at that.

Olaf and Andy had left the day before - onto some new advertures, around the world... they had decided to try get a bus driving license.

"That'll be fun to see - two dogs driving a bus! I wonder if they'll allow it without the trenchcoat..." Said Charlie, smiling.

"They better not be driving anyone in their bus except each other! They almost crashed the plane, they almost broke their bike..." Heather said, shaking her head.

Charlie nodded. "Honestly, I couldn't imagine anyone wanting to get in... except the rest of their family, maybe. Did I tell you about Snoopy's other brother and sisters?"

They talked a bit more, laughing, smiling, having fun, before Charlie's bus to the airport finally appeared. He had written a letter to his family a month ago letting them know where he was, with Morag and Heather encouraging him to do so. He felt guilty, but they were just happy to know where he was. They wanted to book for his flight back immediately, but Charlie knew better. He wrote back, agreeing that he should come back, but he wanted to stay another month first.

And so he had - up until this moment, when he could no longer stay in the place he was renting, and decided rather than stay here, maybe he should go back.

"Well... time to face my old home again." He said.

Heather smiled at him. "You'll be able to tackle it a lot better now."

He was going to sigh, but held his mouth shut, and instead chose to smile. "Yeah. It'll take some time... but I'll get there."

The bus honked, and Charlie and Heather looked at each other one last time. They hugged!

"You'll write, won't you?" She asked, blushing, as Charlie got onto the bus, with his suitcase and bag.

He grinned. "You'll get a letter as soon as you can."

"I'll hold you to that!" She grinned back, as he waved goodbye, and the bus drove away, and he was gone, with Heather still grinning, her grin not fading, her heart happy and full.

She had no idea whether he actually would write again. She wasn't sure if he would do the same thing he did in the past again. One day soon, of course, she would see a letter from Charlie in her mailbox, and her heart would soar - but she had no way of knowing.

And yet... she was okay with that. She had finally made friends, and she had a connection to home again... and she was happy.

And all Heather really ever needed was a little bit of that.

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