Dear Mr. Day [Alex Day] {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 1

A/N: So, today is November 5th, aka my One Year Anniversary on Wattpad! *applause* I know, I know, thank you! But seriously, I've gotten over 250 fans in one year, and it really makes me happy that there are people out there who thought I was good enough. So, as a treat to you, I present, "Dear Mr. Day!" *walks off stage and dims lights*

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I closed my laptop and decided to check the mail. It was about 18:30 in the evening, so the post would have arrived by now. I shuffled over towards the door and checked the little bronze slot where I usually recieved my mail. My hand reached in and pulled out a pile of papers, and I sighed at the amount of it all. I flitted through the colorful papers selling shampoo and coupons for restaurants, sighing again as I saw there was nothing but advertisments.

I set down the mail on my kitchen table and was about to walk away when I saw the corner of an envelope with an address written down in black ink, hidden in the pile of neon colored ads. I picked it up and saw the words "Mr. Alex Day" on the middle of the envelope, along with my address.

Inside the envelope was a handwritten letter that was penned in the same black ink. I smiled a bit to myself. It isn't very often that you get a handwritten letter sent to you by Post. I sat down at my kitchen table and began to read the contents of the letter.

Dear Mr. Day,

This letter has (hopefully) been successfully sent to your house, and if it has, then that means you are reading this right now. I just wanted to briefly say that you are doing a good job with your life. I know that this is your typical fan-mail, so I promise I won't gush about how "amazingly talented" you are, or how "I love your videos", but I just wanted to tell you that you're doing a good job. That's all.

I have written and re-written this letter countless times, because I am trying to think of how to properly put my thoughts forever etched into paper. It is quite useless actually, considering that this paper will be thrown away after being read or, perhaps, never read at all. But I guess I should just stop worrying about the future and what will happen then, and just focus on what I'm doing now. It is quite hard in my situation, but that isn't something to discuss. Worrying is something nobody should focus on.

Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for showing me that no matter what is happening in my life, sometimes I just need to focus on the things that make me happy, because hey, Life is short right?

Sincerley,

A

After reading the letter, I set it down on the kitchen table, smiling. All I knew about this person was that I knew nothing about them, but the letter was quite interesting. I'm not even sure what gender the person is. Their letter really did intrigue me though. I wonder what their "situation" was, or their name, or, more importantly, how they got my address. I decided that the only way to find out all of this information would be to write them back. And that's what I did.

I looked around for a pen, along with a scrap piece of paper. The best place to go for those was my Office, so I headed there. Once I walked into the room, I began searching again. I found a small fountain pen lying on a bookshelf in front of me, and I walked over to it, snatching it up. As I did so, I also found a stack of white printer paper on my Desk, and took a piece of paper from that stack as well.

I pulled out my desk chair and say down, laying the paper and pen down in front of me, thinking about what to say. After multiple drafts, this is what I came up with:

Dear A,

Your letter was a nice thing to receive, I don't get handwritten letters in the Post very often anymore. In this era of technology, most of my "letters" are sent by e-mail. It's nice to hear that you enjoy my works, and I always am flattered to hear so.

However, you seem to know a lot about me, whereas I know virtually nothing about you. So, I think you should tell me a little about yourself. I have enough free time, so recieving some letters in the mail would be quite fun for me. And don't be afraid to be honest. I can't Judge you based on words on paper.

Oh, and by the way, I do realize that my reply to your letter is quite short, but I think that there's not much more to say until I know a bit more about you. I look forward to hearing what you have to say.

Cheers,

Alex

P.S. You don't need to address me as "Mr. Day", that's too formal. It's as if we were discussing business here.

After I finally felt satisfied enough with what I wrote, I stuck it in an envelope and licked the top, before sealing it. I put on the appropriate number of stamps and included the addresses, before putting it in my mailbox so that it could be delivered to the Post Office.

For some reason, even though I knew nothing about this person, I had a giddy feeling as I set down the letter in the mailbox. It felt as if I had just gotten a Pen-Pal and had to write them letters for a school project, but this felt better. Much better.

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A/N: I have since gone back and edited this chapter, and I will also edit Chapter 2. Just minor details in this one, but there will be a lot edited in the next chapter. Thanks for understanding.