Our Summer Of Endless Disasters

The First Letter

Dear Angie,

This sounds stupid, but I have no clue how to start this. I'm wondering if you're laughing at me. In fact no, I'm not wondering that. I know that you're most likely wondering who on earth this is, and what they're doing writing to you. That's what I'd be wondering. Okay, reading back I've realised I've put 'wondering' a lot. Ignore that. Oh God, this is stupid.

Okay, starting over. Angie, I'm planning to steal your life. Not in a creepy, second-rate budget thriller kind of way. I'm calling it fate. Because this is going to sound crazy, but that's exactly what this is.

So picture this: me and my buddy Parker are walking down the street. We're already half an hour late for his stepsister's baby shower, he's pissed off, and so I'm all "Let's eat". And he's Parker, so of course he's like YEAH BUDDY. So we swerve into this little shop called Two Scoops - you know, that place on Main Street where they serve ice cream, and nowadays those waffles and stuff like that? Well, obviously you do, because that's where I found your bucket list.

Okay, so now you've got to know why I'm writing to you. You're probably pissed that I didn't give it you back, but how could I? I had no clue who you were, besides your first name, which I only found out because it's on the top of your bucket list. I mean, I asked the girl behind the counter, and she had no idea who you were or where you went either, so that was the end of that, right? What would you have done?

So we're sat at your table. It was packed that day, and we must've gotten there as you left, because we grabbed the only spare table straight away. It hadn't been cleaned yet, so there are all napkins and stuff on there. And I order the Autumn Specialty - you know, the one with all the summer berries and the crumbly ice cream? And the behind-the-counter girl is laughing, because she says the person who was sat in my exact place ordered the same waffle. She's all 'crazy coincidence', and it kind of is, I guess, so when I found your bucket list underneath the plate she's picking up I just had to say it was mine.

Maybe I was curious? It was only a couple of hours ago, but I'm still not sure why I did it. So now I'm plugging it as fate, or destiny, or any of that other written-in-the-stars type stuff.

I mean. Me and Parker, we're late because we missed the bus, because on that day it came five minutes early, which it never does. So around the same time that happened, I'm guessing hell froze over and several pigs started to fly. And then, we got there, and the table hadn't been cleaned yet? And you know Two Scoops, that place runs like clockwork. Nothing out of place: it's never messy, or unattended. So to have that table uncleaned? Just for me to find it? And number 14 - "Mayflower Fest with Bev!". I already had my tickets for Mayflower!It's all Fate with a capital F, my friend.

So, essentially, I saw your bucket list, and something in me just switched, I guess. Things have been...well, they've been kinda sucky lately. I'm not going to go all Charlie from Perks of Being a Wallflower on you, I'm guessing you don't care much about me or what I do. But it's just...the stuff you were going to do this summer? Some of its cliché, some of it's a little too Jennifer-Aniston-romcom for me, but there are some of them which just... I don't know. I'm not a wordy kind of guy. It just hit me. I know that I'll never know you, and I'll probably never even send this letter but... I guess if I do, you've helped me through what I'm working through. So, thanks in advance, I guess.

So I'm going to do them. All thirty-eight things on your list. I hope that somewhere out there, you're doing them with me. Okay, that was cheesy. Sorry Angie. You don't seem like a cheesy kind of person. From, C JSONB

(Okay, I guess this counts as a P.S, but I just realised that I can't tell you my real name! Double standards and everything, seeing as I know yours, but wow some of the stuff on your list is personal. So, please accept my penname. And please don't try to look under the crossings out. The 'C' stands for nothing, I swear. OKAY please don't look under that crossing out either.)

(Oh! P.P.S, I've already told you Parker's name! I can't think of a codename for him! Oh well, you can know Parker. It's a nickname anyway. It's kind of a long story anyway, he's obsessed with spider man and his real name's Peter and - ARRRGH! I'm pants at this anonymity thing. Ignore all of that. Go. Angie on, my friend. I'm leaving now I swear.)

(P.P.P.S, okay, please believe me when I say this isn't stalkery or anything, I swear it isn't. Well, okay, if you've got this letter than maybe it is a little, but I SWEAR I'M NOT STALKING YOU. Okay, bye for real now, I promise.)

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So this quirky lil thing was 100% inspired by the hilarious justlyd's The Dummies Guide To Summer which everyone should go and check out!

I'm a complete sucker for stories involving summers and bucket lists, so this is the brainchild of that. I hope you enjoy!