Dear My Reader

Hello

Blake Shelton: Kiss My Country Ass ^^^

Dear reader,

Good morning reader. I just got up from my uncomfortable slumber. Those rock hard beds are hard to handle! I am speaking to you just because I want to. Because I felt like it. I don't have to have a reason to talk to my old best friend. OK, well maybe there is a tiny..... little..... baby reason.

I'm getting married!!!! (You wish!) No, just joking. Weren't you excited though? Yeah, you were. But anyway, I have so much to tell you. So first, I decorated my cell, it looks super cute, but what's new? I have to decorate everything I own. But anyway, it's super cute. And literally I DIY everything. From the fabulous new little rug on the floor to the little chandelier things I made from water bottles, it's all amazing. I even made a little present for dirty boy.

Oh, what's that? You want me to tell you the updates with dirty boy? Pttfff, no way. Thats my business and my business only. What I do with him is non of your concern. Kidding! Did I trick you? You betcha. OK, OK. I'll tell you the juicy gossip.

OK, so this is what happened.

"Hey babe!" I shout at dirty boy in a raspy voice, throat dry from lack of water.

"What?" Dirty boy looks at me bewildered. Awe, he's so cute. "I'm trying to sleep."
"I just wanted to tell you.....guess. Guess what I'm going to tell you." I shout at him, smiling from ear to ear. "Just think! Oh, this is so exciting! I'm so fangirling for no reason!!! Oh, just guess!!!"

" I don't want to freaking guess! I just want sleep. I'm so...tired....sleep...."

" Oh crap! Don't die on me, you dirty boy!" I pretend. A look of shock wipes across my face as I watch him sit up.

" Legend..." He says, looking down. I look over to him, in the cell right next to me. I scooch over to the bars on my butt. He suddenly looks up and, to my surprise, directly into my eyes. I look down and blush red.

" Oh dirty boy! Dirty boy! I wuv you dirty boy!
Haha!" The crazy old man in the cell in front of my screams into the silect air. " Well, get on with it. Kissie Kissie!!!" His high-pitched voice peirces through the air again. We both turn away from each other and look anywhere else.

" Ugh, thanks for ruining the moment!" I say sarcasticly, still blushing.

"What?!?!? I'm just a little old fangirl...." The old man says quietly.

How long is this going to last? Stupid blush, stupid face, I was having a moment with dirty boy. Thats not fair! We could have kissed! It could have happened. I don't think I'm ready. I don't think I could do it if I tried. Oh, boy. He's cute though.

"Hey, quiet down in there!" The guard out side yells out to us. Ugh, how could he tells us to quit down, oh. Oh. Oh, hell no. I jump up from my spot on the floor and reach through the rusty prison bars, growling and teeth bared. The guard march's over to me. He then proceeds to slap my hand away from is neck. I reach out the other one and try to grip his neck. My hands wrap around him neck and as I tighten my grip, he drops the weapon he was holding. Hold up. Hold the frick up. I release my grip and fall to the ground.

"Legend! No! Sweet baby Jesus!" Dirty boy shouts out, concerned for my well being. The large metal beam sticks out in a strange direction in my chest. Holy shit, this hurts like I'm rotting away in hell. Which I will probably do anyway. He climbs through the bars to my cell and just stares at me. "Legend, no! Please! You are so idiotic! He whispers. "Why are you smiling you idiot?"

"Guess what?" I say to him softly. I reach up and grip the big, metal beam. I tug lightly, wincing slightly. Dirty boy walks over to my side and holds me in his strong arms. He slaps my hand away lightly. He then grips the beam. He pulls at it, looking into my eyes the entire time. I lay in a pool of my dark red blood. It covers my entire body. Every time he tugs a little bit a wave of immense pain washs over me. Just be cause I don't die doesn't mean in don't feel pain, right? As he slide's the metal beam through my broken ribs, we work together like we always do to pull the cold beam. I mean, where do the store these things? The freezer? These bitches.

"Why do you always do this to yourself?" He says. With a final tug, the beam pulls out. "You know how I feel about you getting stabbed 24/7. I don't like it, at all. It gets me worried about you." He says, frowning as he stands and stretches. I sit up against the wet wall, you know, from all my blood. "I know. I just.... I just don't like when they try to separate us in anyway. Whether it be physically or any other way." I say, looking down. I was sort of ashamed at getting angry at that guard. "I am very sorry."

Then, he does something I would never expect him to do. He bends down and places a light peck on my cheek. Ugh. Now I'm blushing so hard my face feels like it going to catch on fire at any second. But, anyway. Oh my gosh!!!! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!!! In the name of all holy fucking shit!!! Aaahhhhhh!!!!!! Holy crap. Dirty boy slips through the rusty bars of the cells back into his little corner, not saying another word. Only blushing as hard as I am.

Yes. That actually did happen. Ahhh! Oh my lordy. I'm still freaking out! He's just to sweet. It really is to bad he doesn't know anything from my past. I used to do a lot of bad stuff. As we split, it only got worse and worse. I know...uh. I know that after what I did, you probably don't want to talk to me. Like, at all. I wouldn't either. But any who, I want to say I'm sorry.

Yours truly,
Legend Sane

P.S. I miss you.

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Hey! So... I actually wrote a scene. I worked very hard on it, so I hope you like! I got this chapter to more than 1000 words!!! Yes, I fell proud. It was not a flash back as promised in the last chapter though, but I hope I made up for it. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to comment! I want to see if you like the story or not so far. I feel like it's coming along pretty good so far. And maybe..... maybe..... maybe..... vote? Its the only way to get this story out there, and it would mean the world to me! And also, since you didn't get a funny quote at the end, I will put one just for you at the end of this. I just thought it would make more of an impact if I put that P.S instead.

Bye peeps!

P.S. When I die, will someone please go to my funeral dresses as the grim reaper? Don't say anything though, just stand there...