Crazy 'Bout You ✰ Izzaxl

1.5; Ice cream and heroin

/ Lafayette, Indiana \
/ Slash's room \
/ Wednesday, June 11th - 6 pm \

Slash sat in his room, contemplating on pulling out the piece of paper and writing, or not. He missed his mother, but what if she didn't miss him?

Slash pulled out the paper and pencil, wrote who it was for, and then put the pencil down. What if she didn't want him holding her down from her dream.

Suddenly, his train of thought was interrupted when his father, Anthony, walked in, "Hey, kiddo, grandma's makin' lasagna tonight. Are you up for that?" His father asked.

"Yeah." Slash mumbled while still thinking about his mother. "What's wrong?" His dad asked, sitting down. Slash huffed, "Do you ever miss mom?"

Anthony's eye's slightly watered, "Of course, I do. I miss her all the time." His father answered. "Do you ever wonder if she misses us back or not? Or if she even wants to see us again?"

"Saul, where is this coming from?" Anthony, concerned, asked. "I wanna write mom but what if she doesn't want my letter? I don't want to hold her back or anything either." Slash huffed, feeling stuck.

"Your mother still loves us, you know that? A letter from you would make her day, son. Your mother left to pursue her dreams, not to get away from us." Anthony looked at him with watery eyes, "Why would he think that?" Anthony wondered while looking into his childs brown eyes.

Anthony outstretched his arms, hugging Slash. Slash reminded Anthony exactly of Ola. Especially, his choice's of outfits. "How about you write that note now? I'm sure dinner will be done by the time you are." Anthony suggested and Slash nodded. Anthony left his son to be alone with the paper and pencil.

Slash wrote for an hour and then edited and changed it for another half hour. Finally, the note was completed.

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Dear, Mom

It's me, Saul. Sometimes I wonder if you remember me or not. If you don't, I'm your son. I wanted to write and tell you I miss you. Dad does too. I can tell he does. It hasn't been the same without you. Sure, grandmother does her best, but you kept everything a little more balanced.

Anyway, I'm 16 now. I got good friends too. Duff, Izzy, Axl, and Steven. That's not their actual names (besides Steven), but that's what everyone calls them cause their cool. I got my own nickname too. It's Slash.

I started playing the guitar a couple of years ago. Everyone says I'm pretty good at it. I hope I am. My friends and I have also talked about forming a band. Axl can sing. Duff can do everything, but he's gonna do bass. Steven can play the drums. Izzy can play the drums too, but he got into the guitar last year. I don't want two guitarists in the band but Axl insists we'll figure it out later.

I hangout with my friends a lot. I wish you could meet them. They're really funny and they feel like family. They're all I have in this town. To explain it easier: it's like we're all pieces of a project that if you take one piece out, the projects completely ruined and crumbled. We fight but we don't let go. I finally got my group that gets me.

I don't really know what else to say. I just wanted to catch up a little, I guess, since it's been a couple of years. I hope you'll write back. I miss you a lot.