Fated (A Chris Evans Series)

The Feeling is Mutual

Chris Evans.

If you are reading this then I somehow succeeded in getting this notebook to you on my graduation day. I don't know if I got to hand this to you personally, or if I just sent it to your P.O Box- whatever method I used, I'm just glad it's in your hands. Everything I am about to write will be an assumption as I do not have the capabilities to predict the future. So I do not know if you'll read this notebook from cover to cover, or if you'll throw it out after the first page because it seems like the work of a deranged individual. I am unable to anticipate your actions because as much as I'd like to think I know you, I don't and I don't know if I'll ever be lucky enough to. It would be a blessing in itself to be able to handover this notebook to you, so allow me to give you a quick rundown on what's in this notebook- or at least what I'm planning to write in it.

Chris heard Denise's voice when he read her words, he seemed to always hear her voice whenever he read something of hers and it never failed to make him smile. He found it absurd that she'd surmised he'd throw away her notebook after reading the first page. Whether or not he knew who she was, his curiosity would've taken him captive and forced him to read the whole thing from cover to cover. It would've then gone without saying that he would find her because if he fell for her through her series, he would've fallen for her through her innermost thoughts and feelings. Chris stopped thinking and continued reading, letting Denise's voice speak to him once again.

I suppose I should introduce myself first to make things a little less weird. My name is Denise Hogan and I'm- well, I'll be twenty-two when you read this, but I am currently nineteen. As I'm writing this, I've got my acceptance letter into UCLA in front of me. I'll be starting my first semester in January, and I'm both terrified and excited to start this chapter of my life. The reason I'm telling you all this is because you are the reason I applied for UCLA in the first place. Without you, Chris, I'd still be trapped inside my comfort zone; I wouldn't have done what scared me; and I wouldn't be on my way to fulfilling my dream of becoming a screenwriter. Whether or not you choose to continue reading after the preface, I want you to know how grateful I am towards you. I need you to know how thankful I am because it is because of you that I have finally decided to do something with my life. I don't know if I'll make it in such a competitive industry but I want you to know that if I do, my first Oscar will be dedicated to you and everything you've unconsciously done for me.