The Fall- Robby Keene

written letters (2)

From Robby:

Hey, I'm sorry for not telling you about Xander. Honestly, I figured you already knew considering you two were friends. I want to see you again, but I won't force you to if you don't want to. How's your summer break? I don't know if you are still hanging with Sam or hiding in your room like you usually did when I was gone. How are you holding up? Anything with Johnson? I don't know much updates, she hasn't seen me since I got here.

                                                                                       Love, Robby. 

To Robby:

Hey, it's fine. I'm not mad at you or anything, I already took my anger out on Xander. Which speaking of that, my summer is alright. I have spent it so far icing my body and laying on my couch with Yaya. I don't hang with Sam anymore; she is doing her own thing. I'm alright, just trying to get by with everything. Considering working again to distract myself since I'm not in karate anymore. Nothing from Johnson, haven't spoken to her since your trail but I'll keep you posted whenever she talks to me again. How are you holding up? Staying out of trouble, right? I don't want to show up and get told you lost visitation again because of a fight.

                                                                         Love, Jules

From: Robby

What do you mean your icing your body? What did you do? You talk about me staying out of trouble when it seems you're getting into it. I think work would be good for you, better than hiding in your apartment and gets you out. I'm staying out of trouble, no one here is trying anything, so I think I'll be okay till my transfer. If Johnson doesn't contact you or see me, don't worry on it. I mean it too. Anyways, they are doing bunk checks like normal, so I'll wrap it up. See you hopefully soon.  

                                                                                Love, Robby

To Robby:

I'll explain when I see you again. Writing it all out would be a handful and I'm way too lazy for that. Telling me not to worry about something isn't going to make me not worry, idiot. I'll talk more about it when I see you. I'll even bring you a book that I haven't read yet that way you can tell me all about it. 

                                                                              Love, Jules.