The same night Noah was reminiscing about that day with Cody, the boy himself was also lying awake in his home, in the affluent suburbs on the other side of town, deep in thought.
Snuggled up in bed, the love letter clutched to his chest, he stared up at the plain white ceiling, his mind running a thousand miles per hour.
Was he wrong to hope? What were the chances the same guy he had a crush on had happened to write him a love letter? What if it was someone else? Like Beth, for example? Beth was nice, but she wasn't his type at all. It could have been Sammy, the girl with the psycho twin sister, but that was unlikely. Cody was sure he'd seen Sammy making googly eyes at the Australian exchange student, not at him.
Hell, what if he was being too optimistic by assuming that the letter was even genuine, anyway? It could just be a sick prank. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been the butt of some kind of joke.
But this letter, the one he held so protectively to his chest…there was something different about this one. The way it was written - so matter-of-fact and to the point - made it seem real-real.
Besides, the author said they'd be writing him another one. The thought made his heart pound with equal parts excitement and dread.
Only time would tell…