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song for 3: clean  - taylor swift

dear char,
so if you are reading this,
that means i did something crazy.
i hand delivered this letter.
i arrived in ohio yesterday
with the boys.
before you freak out,
i just want you to know i came here
because i needed to talk to you
and i guess it's up to you now.
i know you don't want to talk to me
but i traveled across the world
just to hear your voice.
and hey, if you don't want to talk
to me, cal would love to meet
up with you.
i understand you probably want
nothing to do with me.
but i need to see you.
after all, thats why i came.

i'm not giving up on you.

love,
luke (10 minutes away)

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i read the letter that i got out of the mailbox this morning in complete disbelief.

he came to america. he came to ohio. he came all the way from australia. for me.

after mouthing a few profanities under my breath, i sat up, throwing the letter in the drawer where the rest of them are.

i ran so fast, my feet could not even catch up with where my mind was set on going, to carter.

i grabbed my phone and my car keys and ran out to my car barefoot, because apparently in my mind putting on shoes is time wasted.

in 4 minutes i arrived at carters soccer feild, where his team was practicing. i got out of the car and ran over to where he was putting his cleats in his soccer bag.

"hey char!!" i heard josh, carters friend yell, causing carter to turn around and focus on my presence.

"i thought dad was picking me up" carter said, obviously confused as to why i was:
a. there
b. out of breath
c. barefoot

"he's in ohio" i said blankly waiting for his reaction.

"what? you mean luke? he came here? like he is here now?" he stood up, josh following him.

"yes he hand delivered the note i got in the mail today. he is in ohio carter. he fucking traveled all the way across the country to hand deliver a letter he could of sent in the mail." i panicked. as i said this out loud it became real. he is here, and i have no idea what i am going to do about it.

josh, who obviously knows about the situation, being carters best friend (even though we just moved here) spoke up "woah. okay first just breathe. second. lets get in the car and find this douchebag so carter and i can kick his ass"

i let out a laugh, before soon realizing neither of them were joking, considering they are both sprinting to the car.

"damn okay slow down" i said catching up with them, getting in the drivers seat.

once i pulled out of the soccer complex i realized i had no idea where he was, and even worse i had no idea if i even wanted to see him.

"i don't know where he's staying. im gonna have to call calum"

i dialed calums number and put it on speaker, since i was driving.

he answered almost immediately. "CHARLOTTE. IM IN OHIO" he screamed over the phone, causing me to jump.

"i know that's why I'm calling you. i'm freaking out, calum. i'm not ready to talk to him" i started to feel the panic feeling come back.

"yes you are" calum started "if you weren't ready you wouldn't have called me. you have had a lot of time to yourself. i think you owe it to him anyways, he flew across the world"

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