𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘹 𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 {𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥}

𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺

a/n: i'll write in third person's pov when chapters like this come

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She watched the football game on friday night, just like what he told. All throughout the game, she kept looking at the players, thinking who would actually waste his time writing letters to her.

He also watched the game. Little did she know, he was just sitting behind her. He saw how she tried to search for the mysterious writer from the players.

He can't make this pen conversation longer. Prom's approaching fast and he needs to ask her out before another guy does.

"Who are you?" she would ask herself.

"I wish you knew." he would tell himself.

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a/n: so i'll soon have to make an author's note so why not now?

this will be a short story and would probably have 10 to 15 letters and 3 to 5 'not a letter nor a reply' idk but i hope you like it c: