Dear Niall,
May 26
You only just got on the plane this morning and I already miss you like crazy. I can't wait for you to come home.
This was supposed to be our summer, Nialler. We were supposed to save up money for the beach. We were going to spend those too-hot summer days at your house. We were supposed to dance around your kitchen while I baked cookies, we were supposed to work on our tans and be lazy by the pool. We were supposed to spend the icky, wet days at my house, watching movies and drinking sweat tea, and talking about everything.
You weren't supposed to get shipped off for the summer to fucking Connecticut to your Grandma's house. You were supposed to stay in Tennessee with me. We were supposed to conquer the world this summer. You're my best friend, Niall. What am I supposed to do?
I'll have to smoke cigarettes alone, work on my tan alone, read that stack of books alone. I'm all alone. All alone.
I hope my stepdad stays away all summer. Drake is such a pain in the ass, isn't he? He thinks he can just say whatever he wants, do whatever he wants. I hate him. So much.
I just can't wait until you come home, Niall. I won't have many stories to tell you, but I'm sure you'll have tons for me. You always were better at making friends.
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
May 26
I only just got on the plane this morning and I already miss you like crazy. I really can't wait to come home.
Now what? My dad basically threw away our summer. I can picture you now, probably sitting on your porch steps in cutoffs and a tee shirt, and not to mention those ugly pink flip flops. I'm willing to bet your long hair is in one of those sloppy ponytails, and you're more than likely wearing the sunglasses I gave you last summer, aren't you?
I wish I could come home. I wish I didn't have to waste my entire summer at my Grandma's. I've never even met her. I hope she isn't weird.
I'm crammed into my seat on this plane next to a round lady with lots of purple lipstick. Her head is tilted sideways, and she snores rather loud. On her other side is a girl with pale blonde hair that's straightened flat to her head. She's wearing lots of makeup and a really tight yellow top and a really short skirt. Her eyes have been glued to her phone the entire plane ride. She keeps popping and smacking her gum. It's sort of gross, if you ask me.
I hope you're alright this summer, I really do. I know how you can get. I hope you don't get lonely. You're my best friend.
Don't have too many adventures without me, okay? Pinky swear.
Love,
Niall
