Letters From The Heart

Dear Odette - Oliver

Letter Eight

Oliver

 Dear Odette,

Something happened that was quite awkward today. I debated whether telling you was the best idea or not but here it goes.

So I was going back to my dorm and I walked in. It was empty, or so I thought, until I saw something move under Austin's covers. Thinking he was taking a nap, which he does often, I closed the door silently and sat on my bed, where I wrote a lovely poem. I set the paper down and stared at Austin's bed which was moving quite...I suppose you could say unusually. I watched his bed until a head poked out from under the covers. It certainly wasn't Austin and I was surprised, to say the least, so I jumped up and gasped. Her dyed violet hair matched her violet eyes, which I'm sure were contacts, and well, let's just say when she fell out of the bed, she was showing rather too much.

By that I mean she was naked. Completely and utterly naked. I should've covered my eyes, and I felt my cheeks grow redder than a tomato, but I was frozen. She mumbled and stood up, just as the covers were thrown back and Austin himself sat up, his hair a total mess. The violet hair girl kissed him passionately, pulled on a way too tight, way too short black mini dress, placed his hand on her chest and left the room, swaying her hips. I felt rather nauseated at how she acted; from what I had seen she had no respect for herself. Austin looked quite please, and then my eyes fell lower, where a tent was made of the covers. I yelled, jumped on my bed and covered my face with my pillow. I heard him murmuring congratulations and well done to himself. Ick.

All I can say, Odette, is I'll never get any of that out of my mind.

Love,

Oliver

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