Love Letter

Ian:

Lynne was very annoyed when she saw me at first. I couldn't tell why since I thought we had left on decent terms from the bus. I had said goodbye. I would have gone without saying goodbye if this was any other time.

I had an ego. I knew it; everyone who knew me knew it.

But with Lynne, I wanted her to think differently of me. I didn't want her to see the ego that everyone else saw when they looked at me. When I sat on the stairs, I hoped that she would be as happy to see me as I was to see her. After explaining that my sister had brought me to her welcoming home party, she relaxed a little bit. Not as much as I wanted.

When her dad was brought up, I could tell she was tuning out again, so I changed the subject. She was talking easier than she had been on the bus. Well, she was until the twins came in. They were huge boys, I would guess six foot two carrying two hundred pounds each and one hundred percent identical. They carried more muscle than body fat; knowing their workout regime would be nice. They goofed around like any other siblings would; the twins were even a cliché finishing each others' sentences. I would have liked the twins better if they had not taken her back to the party.

Lynne tried to put up a fight to stay behind, but with the quickness of the twins, she had no chance of escaping. I knew it was because she did not want to go back to the party, but I was still hoping that maybe she was having a good time with me. One could hope.

When I was leaving her room was when I did something stupid.

Something I never thought I would do or even thought about doing.

At the end of the bookshelf, I noticed she had a set of seven journals. I grabbed the last one on the shelf, opening it and seeing it was a personal journal; before thinking about what I was doing or about to do, I slipped it into the inside of my coat.

I am out of breath by the time I catch up with the three of them. When I hit the bottom step, I am a little paranoid, thinking someone knows what I just did. I would not be shocked with a house like this if they had cameras throughout it.

I don't talk to Lynne that much after cutting the cake.

I kept stealing glances in her way, and she caught me a few times.

Good, I wanted her to know I was watching her.

The citizens of Light Falls are talking around me, and I pick up a few different stories of Lynne. The stories I hear make me hate the citizens of Light Falls even more. I would ask Lynne why she had never returned to Light Falls until now, but I knew why with the stories circulating. No one should have to relive any part of high school if they do not want to. I wonder why her sister set this party up for Lynne. Was her sister part of Light Falls High's popular group and has no sympathy for her sister? I wanted to kick out half of the guests that I heard talking.

I also wanted to leave just so I could start reading the diary.

At this point, I would do anything to get a better glimpse of what was going on inside of Lynne's mind. She has six siblings that she seems to get along with pretty well, yet it is like she is fighting to be here. Even when she stepped on the bus, she almost looked disappointed that they still allowed people on. I was late and thought for sure I would not make it, so she really should have missed the bus. Instead, I sit silently, listening and also thinking if my sister knew what I just did, she would be yelling out, "invasion of privacy."

My sister walks over toward me when a handful of people leave and asks if I am ready to go. Luke was still in the group of people lingering around; I had been keeping tabs on him all night long too. Lynne sits down on the love seat next to the couch, looking exhausted.

Instead of answering my sister, I turn my attention toward Lynne. "Lynne, have you met my sister Amanda?"

Lynne looks up, noticing me sitting there for the first time. She was not observant of her surroundings. I filed that away with everything else I had been picking up, watching her throughout the night.

"Yes – I met her earlier," she says.

My sister looking at me and then at Lynne with curiosity, sits down next to me "how do you two know each other?" my sister asks.

Lynne speaks before I can. "He spilled coffee all over my jeans this morning," she says dryly, pointing at the stain that you can barely see on her dark blue jeans. I didn't even think about the stain that my coffee would leave.

"You met on the bus," my sister states. And looks at me, and I can already tell she wonders if Lynne is my next muse for my book. My sister was the only other person that knew that I liked to ride the bus or subway for ideas for characters. It would be nice to pick my sister's thoughts on Lynne on the ride home.

"Yes – I made the wrong choice apparently by sitting by him," Lynne says with a warm smile on her face.

"Was it really that wrong of choice? We would never have met otherwise," I say, regretting it since I was at her welcome home party.

"You would have met me here tonight," She says.

"Must be destiny then," I say, watching red flood her cheeks as she looks anywhere but my face once again.