Dear Frat Boy...

Letter One - Presentation

It was a normal day for Reid. The sun was shining just as bright as it was yesterday, the birds were singing just as much as they were yesterday and the grass was as green as it was yesterday. For anyone else this might have sounded normal. As it was said in the begging, it was a normal day. And that, was exactly why Reid absolutely hated it.

Moving to college far from home always fascinated Reid, unlike other teenagers. He was fascinated with the idea of being on his own for once; the idea of being so mature and responsible was received with opened arms.

Now? Now everything seemed like a routine to him. He woke up, went to school, got out, went back to his Fraternity House, laughed about some couple of silly stories their Fraternity brothers would tell him, study, eat and sleep.

Reid wanted something exciting in his life! Actually no. Reid needed something exciting and new in his life otherwise he would go mad. Completely and utterly mad.

He was sitting in his bed listening to the latest songs on the radio when his Frat brother Joel came into his room with a letter in his hand. Joel was in charge of delivering everyone’s mail everyday so it wasn’t surprising what he had in his hand. What was surprising however was to whom it was for. Reid never was the type to write or receive letters. Not even from his parents, unless of course there was any important document that he needed.

“Got a letter with your name on here Reid.” Joel handed him the letter and let himself out of the room after Reid thanked him.

Reid analysed every detail of the envelope that contained this mysterious letter. It had no receiver so he couldn’t know who it was from, but clearly for the petit and so worked calligraphy it was defiantly from a girl. That made him even more curious to open the letter and see what it was about!

So gently – as gently as he could actually – he started to tear bit by bit the opening of the envelope, being careful enough not to rip the whole envelope itself.

Dear Frat Boy,

I can’t believe I’m finally doing this. I finally got the actual guts to write all down. You are probably wondering why am I calling you Frat Boy instead of your actually name which, yes, I do know it’s Reid. I mean we do have some classes together or had… Yes you could say had. Well what’s the fun in calling you Reid? Isn’t that what everyone calls you? I mean do you by any chance have someone who calls you Frat Boy? I hope not… I like to consider myself special for calling you Frat Boy. It’s our thing! I call you Frat Boy and you call me… uhm… Well you can call me Peach. No! Wait I like Strawberries more so call me Strawberry.

Maybe I should tell you why I am writing you this letter… Or should I talk about myself first? Ugh I’m awful at this whole secret friend thing.

That’s it! That’s what I can be considered! Your secret friend. Like on Christmas when you have a secret friend that gives you presents except I’m giving you letters. Sorry about that, budget has been a bit low this year.

Reid laughed at ‘Strawberry’s’ joked and sat down in his bed again.

Anyways, as I was saying before I drifted apart – I have a tendency to do that a lot actually – I should start talking about myself.

Well, how do you introduce yourself in a letter? Ok I should start by saying that I’m not a stalker or obsessed with you. Unless you’re secretly Benedict Cumberbatch. Before you ask yourself – since you clearly can’t ask me – why Benedict Cumberbatch let me say that not even I do know. There’s something about the cheekbones that make me as red as a Christmas ball.

Again, I drifted myself! So, I’m not a stalker nor am I a creeper. I just… well I always thought you were a bit bored with the whole university life and I thought you’d be the perfect person to send all this letters because you have no social life. No offense.

Ok now back to me. I like to think of myself as a not so ordinary girl. Yes, in case you were wondering I am a girl. I am smart – well at least that’s what my teachers say – I love to roller skate a lot actually.  There’s this art museum downtown that has this beautiful painting of a boy just staring at this girl sitting underneath this oak tree. The way he looks at her is with pure love. I like that painting a lot actually. I often go there and just sit and look at it. It might sound weird but if you knew it you’d understand. Or not I don’t know.

I like potatoes. In any way possible and imagine. I just simply like them a lot… When I was a kid my dad found me eating a raw potato. Frankly it was quite good.

When it’s raining I like to sit by the window with a blanket and a mug of chocolate milk and write. I write a lot actually, normally just random thoughts I have. My mother used to say that one day I’d be a great writer. That was before what happened… After that mother never talked again. With no one. It breaks my heart to know that but I can’t do anything about it. I wish I could… But I guess I’m not strong enough to face my deepest fears.

Maybe now’s the time where I should tell you why I’m writing you this letter.

Thing is Reid, I’m a bit lonely. No one seems to understand myself and I reached the conclusion that it was my fault. Because I could never express myself while talking… I’m better at writing. And after what happened I guess it was even more hard to comprehend me, which led to people walking away.

I don’t want to be one of those novel girls that eventually meets you face to face. That would just ruin everything and I know it’s a bit unfair that I know who you are and you don’t know who I am but oh well.

I hope I let you know a bit of myself and I hope I don’t scare you away.

Love,

Apple.

p.s I changed the name again to apple. Peach is too peachy and strawberry is too Barbie.

Reid folded the letter and just stared at it. He lifted his pillow and let the letter underneath it. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want that letter to be the last one. He wanted to know more about ‘Apple’ he wanted to know what happened between her and her mother. ‘It’s because you’re bored of school and the whole college life Reid.’ His subconscious told him. And he believed it, he believed that it was just that. But we all knew it wasn’t.