when people rely on you itâs what I call deadly serious. Itâs fine for you looking all pretty therein your frosted glass but you just donât think about people who might not have frosted glass.
Iâm just saying that there are now five minutes to period 5 here and I donât hear any alarm bells. Iâm just saying you better forget about writing to me again because you know what? You let me down. Youâve gotta be able to trust people and I thought maybe you werenât like those other Ashbury
girls because you sounded kind of wacked out. But now I think maybe youâre just like them and maybe youâre a snake. I donât know, Lyd, Iâm not saying you are.
But youâre one of them, Lydia, thatâs for sure.
Donât start crying or anything because itâs not like me to be upfront like this unless Iâm really mad, but well done, Lydia, youâve got me pissed. Maybe youâre still sick, but you should have let me know, okay. No offence but youâre not a team player, Lyd. You play mean is what you do. Youâre the kind of player thatâs always doing hand balls because you donât want to bother hitting the ball with your head on account of it might mess up your hair. Thatâs rich people for you all over. People rely on you Lyd andâ
Fuck me with a frying pan.
You did it.
The alarmâs going off right now, Lyds baby, and I just heard an announcement made by my good buddy Charlie Taylor telling us about a gas leak. There is no gas in this school but thatâs a fact thatâs passed my good buddy Charlie by. Also the people around me who are tearing up to the oval like cattle on heat.
Jesus, Mary, and the other guy, I am in love with you.
You are the most beautiful, gorgeous, unbelievable girl in the country, Lydia, and I am totally in awe of you.
Iâm out of here. Iâll drop this off at the Ashbury mail box on my way to the oval, being careful of gas explosions. You tell me a time and place where we can meet, okay? I want to take you out to say thank you for this.
You rock
Seb
Dear Lydia
Hey, what happened to you? Itâs been like a week or something and I havenât heard back. I thought you were planning on sending me a challenge of your own?
Did I not thank you enough? I seem to recall that I told you you were gorgeous and sexy or something like that. Thatâs good enough, isnât it?
Where are you?
I miss your crazy talk. I really want to meet you in person.
Seb
Lydia?
Dear Sebastian
Do you understand that you can get out a new piece of paper if you change your mind about writing something?
Lydia
Dear beautiful Lydia
I donât know what youâre talking about but itâs good to hear your voice again. I forgive you for being a freak but, because Iâm in love with you for making that happen with the alarm. That was a nice touch keeping me in suspense like that but in future you might think about my blood pressure. Meantime, Iâm hanging to take you out to your favourite location and worship you for life.
Hey, did I ever tell you I have a little brother? He loves you too. Heâs like no age or something. Like ZERO years old, but he loves you. Iâll get him to dribble on the paper here for you when I get home.
Youâre making me nervous by being so weird.
But your weirdness is what I like about you.
Seb
Dear Seb
Actually, I think itâs fairly common for people not to like being called deceptive and a snake and a non-team player who never hits the ball with their head or whatever that soccer crap was about hand balls and messing up my hairâand you say Iâm the one who talks like a crazy person?
Itâs actually not âweirdâ or âfreakishâ at all. To stop writing after being insulted.
And it doesnât make it okay that on the next page you said you were in love with me. You wanted me to let you know when I was being serious.
James M. Ward, David Wise