silvia

vi.

dear bella rue,

i was talking to jesse in algebra today. we were joking around, as per usual. we always make the same joke that our algebra teacher looks and sounds like mr. mackey from the tv show south park. do you watch south park, bella rue? it’s one of my favorite shows, because the writers certainly share my views of the world, which is that everyone is basically born a shithead, and society whips them into conforming and being less of a shithead; however, some people stay shitheads. i stayed a shithead, but jesse is a little less of one. anyways, while we were talking, this happened:

jesse: you know that prom is coming up, right?

me: yeah. why?

jesse: i was wondering if you were planning on going.

me: don’t you have to be asked to attend that sort of thing?

jesse: c’mon, people go stag to prom all the time. you should come, silvia. it would be a lot more fun to hang out there with you.

me: oh really?

jesse: oh really. so, what do say? will you come?

me: i don’t know. maybe.

    [jesse playfully punches my arm.]

jesse: what the hell?! i’m not even dating you, and you’re still a damn tease.

me: i take after my mother in that way.

    [jesse chuckles.]

    [i smile.]

    you know, i told him that he would have to wait and see if i would come, but i know in my heart that i will definitely be there because jesse asked me to come, bella rue. i kind of hate that, but on the otherhand, it doesn’t really bother me either.

    sincerely yours,

    silvia.