This one was from a while ago, a long while ago, but I still remember it.
Dear Nick,
Hello. Sorry I'm writing this in note form. I'm a complete and utter chicken.
Yeah....
I've liked you for a while now. A long while.
Yeah, and I told you myself. In a note. Yep.
When I'm in bed at home, I think of you, and how bright you're smile is, and how kind you are.
I'm sorry, I must sound like a creep.
Yeah, and I would rather have not have you know, but Harrison told me it was healthy to tell you. Yeah.
I have been beating myself up about it, no, I haven't cut myself. I mentally beat myself up. I do have a few questions for you though.
Harrison recently tried to convince you to go out with me, for real this time, not for two days where we blushed every time someone mentioned it. Harrison even made a pro/con chart for you. You changed his chart though.
My pros Harrison had were smart, nice, pretty. The cons, there weren't any. You edited it a lot.
Your pros where smart and nice, because they are both completely true. Your cons though, and I quote "Fucked up friends" and "not my type".
Let me deal with your first con. Most of my friends are not in our classes, the only normal friends I have in my classes are Rachel and Jane. I know, I know, Jane has pink hair. Shut up, I could say you have fucked up friends too. You fight with Garret every 10 seconds over some stupid pencil, and Liam is not very normal.
The second one wasn't much of a blow to me. I know I'm ugly. The only person who thinks differently right now is Harrison, and he sorta has to say it, being my best friend. Though, if I'm not you're type, then is girls who walke up a hour before school to straighten thier hair, and talk behind your back, and use you as a trophy of war? It seems to be so.
Now, I would still like to date you, I'm not that hurt. I just want you to say something though, because last time I did, it ended out badly.
Katie
