She's all that and a bag of chips

Dear High School me...

Dalton P.O.V.

" Hey dude, what's up?....and this better be an emergency!" Angus yells to me over the phone
"Hey man, uh, shoot, well, I kissed her.."
"Congrats man! Is she a good kisser? Come on man, spill!!"
"I thought she was asleep, and I kinda sorta kissed her fore head and kinda sorta confessed my undying love her because I thought she was asleep, but then she said goodnight Dalton when I left, and shoot man, what do I do?!!"
"You idiot, I'll tell you what any sane person would do, pretend like it never happened."
"Okay... Alright..... I'm gonna try to... But what if she says something about it"---( BEEEEEEEEP Call ended)
"Well then, screw you too Angus!"
I lay on my bed thinking about all the stupid things I've said and done, and I ask God, " Why me?!" Right about then some paranormal stuff went down because a letter I wrote to my self back in the 6th grade to my high school self dated for me to open a couple day ago. We wrote these letters in Mr. Huffs class, back in the day when I thought I was gonna be real cool when I grew up, I was sadly mistaken.... Any ways the letter:
"Dear Dalton, this sucky letter is for you, you're probably way to cool to even think about reading this, but if you perchance are, ( by the way that kid Marty, that sat next to you in 6th grades gonna write this next part, words he got from his sister or somethin')
High school, while challenging, has a few upsides, however everything is an obstacle. Relationships for example, for some like me, they're nonexistent, but I have watched several close friends in relationships, get their hearts broken, don't wait to tell somebody that you have strong feelings about them, don't try to hide your feelings, don't lie, I mean don't go saying " my precious" and watching them while they sleep and stuff, but never hide your feelings, feelings were designed to be felt, not ignored.  feel deeply and speak so. Go chase that girl, 'lil bro! Don't waste valuable time like I did...
(Back to me)
What a bunch of mush! Anyways later Dalton. Peace!
                                   -6th grade Dalton"
I think I've found my answer, at 12:38 at night.... I call somebody that needs to be called this late.
"Hey Courtney, meet me after school in the parking lot... Dress nice!( not that you ever dress bad, because you look smokin' everyday, but um yeah Bye!"