021:
Furniture Stores
(Today my roommate got into my letters. She asked me if you were my boyfriend. I cried.)
Do you remember when, in Grade Eleven, I first moved into my apartment? I moved because the silence of the always empty house was too large for a lonely teenage girl like myself.
But when I moved, you agreed to help me purchase furniture.
"What about this one?" You had asked, directing me to the white four post bed.
"I guess." I had been really upset that day, because my mum probably hadn't even realized that I was leaving.
"C'mere Kath." You said, pulling me to the bed and forcing me to lie next to you. "I know you're upset. But think about it. You're getting your own place!" I nodded, sitting up. "Lay down for a second with me, Kath." I obliged, curling my legs under me.
"Wake up, you idiots!" Someone screamed, causing me to shoot up in the bed. I turned to your still sleeping body, and smiled. I slowly pushed you off of the bed.
"What the hell!" You screamed when your bottom hit the ground.
"We fell asleep." I explained to your confused face. You shook your head, standing.
"You guys better get the hell out of my store!" The employee yelled.
"Got it, dude. Keep you head on." You said, backing away. I followed quickly.
"You know, I could have you two arrested if I wanted."
"Run!" You said to me, grabbing my hand and yanking me out the doors. We kept running till we made it to the bus stop, much to the employees' dismay.
"Now where am I gonna get furniture?" I complained, leaning into your shoulder on the bus.
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One Hundred Letters for James
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