Eighteen Letters To Juan Karlos •COMPLETED•

The First Letter

Dear Juan Karlos,

I know, that you will probably never read this. And I know, that it probably won't be different to what any other girl has ever said to you before. But I guess it gives me someone to talk to.

I love you. The way you smile, talk, laugh. I love the way you find everything absolutely amazing.

I'll spend hours, just lying in bed at night wishing to meet you. But then I wouldn't know what to say, you know. Knowing me, I would probably stand there looking like an absolute freak. Because I'm an idiot. The girls at school say they would have a lovely conversation with you and if they do, maybe wink or toss their hair over their shoulder, and then you'd immediately fall in love with them.

But then they say a lot of things.

Sometimes,when I'm feeling my worst, I listen to your songs, and it'll make me feel so much better. It's strange, how a song can change your mood from sad to happy. That's what I love about music. Your songs make me feel happy, they make me feel, I don't know, alive. No, glad to be alive. I wish I could see your future concerts.

I wish I had someone to go with.

I don't know why I'm writing this really, because you're never going to read it. But now I've written it, I might as well send it to you, huh?

Anyways, Jaz is calling me for dinner. Ill have to stop writing now.

Maybe I'll write to you again. Or maybe I don't. We'll just have to see.

Lots of love,
Addie

Juan Karlos put down the letter, confused, yet touched at the same time.

There was a small date on the back of the envelope: 3rd of August 2014. Almost a year ago. It was strange. Why did it come so late? Why did it not come with all the others? Why is it that there are 17 other letters that were simultaneously in the post with it? How did it even get delivered to a hotel?

But even as he read it, something about it made him feel warm inside. He loved getting letters, especially ones like this. He looked at the other letters, each one with the same slightly scruffy handwriting, with the same first class stamp, same envelope. All of them had dates on the back, and it seems he had picked up the first one by luck.

"Juan Karlos?"

He jumped , and dropped the letters quickly. Darren was standing in the hotel doorway, a quizzical look on his face. "The car's here. Coming?"

JK nodded quickly. "Sure. I'll be right there," he said. Darren grinned, shoved his hands in his pockets, and strode off. Looking at the eighteen letters that were now spilled across the soft white carpet, JK sighed. Why did he jump like that? It was only fan mail. Nothing wrong with reading it, right?

But as he gathered the letters up, putting them in order of latest date first, he realised why he did jump. It seems like this girl, Addie, was pouring her heart out in these letters. And they were meant for JK's eyes only.

So, instead of leaving the letters on the desk where someone could find them, he shoved them under his pillow. Obvious, he knew, but he was in a rush, and Darren was waiting and he didn't have time to find a better hiding place. He grabbed his room keys, and headed out the door, thinking about the letters from a girl he didn't know, letters that seemed like they touched his heart inside, the ones that he would read when he gets home.

And he was looking forward to it.