Eighteen Letters To Juan Karlos •COMPLETED•

The Third Letter

"Come on JK!"

Juan Karlos stuffed his things into the suitcase, struggling to fit them in. "I'm coming!" He called. A sigh escaped from him as a shoe fell on the floor.

"JK! We'll go without you!" Comes a voice from out the door. "Wait! I'm coming!" He yelled, dragging the suitcase behind him outside, where Darren was waiting at the door. "What took you so long? The others are already in the van," Darren says, locking the door behind him.

"Couldn't fit everything in my case." JK said as they dropped off the keys at the reception. But JK remembered something just as they were about to leave.

"No.. Wait!"

He couldn't leave those behind, no matter what.

Like a flash, he ran back into the hotel, and up to the receptionist. "I left something in my room!" He cried. "What room were you in?" The receptionist asked, lazily swinging off her chair and looking in the cupboard of keys. "Urm.. 64, I think,"

She hummed to herself as she looked through the keys. She plucked a key from it's hook. "There you are. Don't forget to bring it-" She says, but Juan Karlos had ran back to the room before she could finish.

In his desperation, Juan Karlos began to turn over the room, opening drawers and throwing sheets out frantically. "Where are they?" He murmured. He couldn't stay for much longer, but then he couldn't leave them. He could never do that to Addie! He hadn't finished reading them. To do otherwise would be betraying her.

It was funny, the sense or loyalty he had already felt to this girl. He had never met her, after all and he had gotten plenty of e-mails and messages before. Why was she any different?

He grabbed the pillow, throwing it over his shoulder. The set of eighteen letters, wrapped up neatly in the blue string, sat there innocently.

In a matter of seconds, JK was out the door and into the reception, practically throwing the key at the receptionist, and hopping onto the van, the letters still stacked under his arm.

"So what did you get?" Darren asked him curiously. "Uhh.. Just.. Something, don't worry," JK stuttered. "But you were in such a rush, how could it be just nothing?" JK wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Um, I-" "hey Kuya Darren, how do you do this level of Clash Of Clans?" Darlene says. Darren looked at Juan Karlos worriedly, then talks to Darlene.

When they were busy and distracted, he opened the next envelope, careful not to attract the attention of the others.

Dear Juan Karlos,

At school today, I was doodling in my notebook. It was all rainbows and stars and stuff like that, but the girls in my English class saw. They grabbed it and pulled it apart, jeering.

I didn't cry. I felt like crying, but I didn't. I was brave.

Would that make you proud if you actually read this? Maybe not. I have never met you, after all. But what's important is that I felt proud. I felt proud of myself inside. I'm not crying for them, for anyone, except maybe you.