𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗲 & 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 - 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗞𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇

When We Were Younger

I just turned 16, me and the twins have lost contact over the years. Although we're still neighbors, I guess that just happens over time. It was a little sad for a while but I got over it, Bill has occasionally showed up to my door with food. It's kind of akward, but it's okay I suppose. Tom never shows up anymore. He just kind of stays inside his house, I sometimes see him from my window in his room.

He and Bill don't share one anymore. Bill and Tom are 17, and have started a band. They're already on the news and in magazines. Tom hasn't changed a bit, except his dreadlocks are longer and his face is less childish. But he still has a baby face. His clothes have grown more baggy, and Bill has stuck with dying his hair black.

The first time he ever dyed it, I was still in contact with them. Bill came over to my house, pounding on the door on a hot summer day, screaming up to my window. "Evelyn! Evelyn! I dyed my hair! I dyed my hair!" He yelled, my mother was a bit mad at him for it but she didn't yell, just gave him a warning. He laughed when he came to my room that day.

Today is christmas, and my parents have gone on a vacation. It made me sad that they'd leave me like that. Which has resulted in me crying in my room for what has feel like hours now. Suddenly, a knock at the door startles me. I sigh, wiping my tears. I bend down to my vanity mirror, checking my face. My eyes are red and puffy, and my nose is red too. Whatever.

I walk downstairs to my living room and unlock the door, opening it to see one of the band members. Now I look like an idiot in front of him. "Hey, are you Evelyn?" He asks. His brown hair is tied in a ponytail, and awfully straight and clean. He's dressed in a black leather jacket, his body hugged tight in a plain band tee and some blue jeans. I rub my eyes, confused.

"Yeah? Why?" He shuffles through his pockets, pulling out a letter and blocking it carefully with his jacket from the snow blowing. "Here, Bill's having a dinner tonight. He wanted you to come. This is just the invitation, and the information. Think about it, he seemed pretty nervous about it and I think it'd mean a lot to him." I hesitantly take the invitation, holding it while he stands akwardly at my door.

"Uh- Well, thanks." He nods, walking away. My screendoor slams shut, and I close my front door again. I find myself trembling when I rip open the top. Taking out the little card, it's got a classic Christmas setting on the cover. I flip open the card, reading Bill's beautiful cursive.

' Dear Eve, it's been a long time since we spoke. I apologize, we've gotten so wrapped up in our own things that we haven't contacted you in years. I really feel bad, and this letter has been costumized just for you. This year, we decided on something so different from our usual Christmas times. Mom and Gordon are out for the week, on a vacation in Miami, Florida in the states.

Lucky them, if you ask me. Anyways, Tom and I decided that this year we wanted to reconnect. It may be a little akward, Tom has a girlfriend and she'll be attending too. But you'll love her. I will introduce you to our other friends and both of their girlfriends. Trust me, you don't need to worry because I will be by your side the entire night.

If anything gets a little stressful, just let me know. There isn't a dress code either, just a simple outfit is fine. Maybe a little festive if you want. No ugly sweaters!! This night has to be beautiful. The time dinner will be around 7:30 - 7:45 by the way. This dinner will be tonight, and you must come! I really miss you, and I want to see you again. Plus, I've got a couple things for you that I just have to see your reaction too.

Okay! That's all I'd like to tell you. Be here tonight, see you soon? :)

Sincerely, your beloved Bill ♡ '

My eyes are wide, a smile on my face. Bill still thinks about me, and even cuter, he still got me gifts. I'm very grateful for this. And I think they'll be beautiful gifts. He always knew what to get, even when we were 10, and just falling out of contact.