Letters • JWL

getting the first letter

|Jaeden|

My family and me moved in to our new house just last week.

It was a nice, big, brick house with red window shutters.

I haven't managed to make any new friends here yet, due to the fact it's summer.

However, I know live closer by my best friend, Wyatt than I used to. Which I'm glad considering I rarely ever got to see him.

"Jaeden!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs.

I sighed then stood up from my bed and walked downstairs.

"What's up?" I asked.

"This came into the mail." She said handing me an envelope.

I looked at it and furrowed my eyebrows together.

"Oh uh thanks." I said before turning around and walking back up to my room.

I shut my bedroom door behind me then went and sat down on a chair by my desk. I looked at the front of the envelope again. The name Jake was written on the front. However, I didn't know a Jake. At least not one that I'm close with. I opened the envelope and took out a letter. I opened the letter and studied the handwriting for a minute. It didn't look familiar at all.

Could a fan possibly have found out where we moved to?

What if someone leaked our address?

Who is Jake?

Is Jake their code name for me?

Those were some of the thoughts going around my head as I looked at the handwriting.

I sighed then decided I might as well read it to see if any of my thoughts were true.

Dear Jake,

I miss you. As stupid as that sounds I really do. I miss your freckled face. I miss your laugh. I miss cuddling with you. I miss our late night phone calls when I'm having trouble to sleep so you just tell me a story until you hear my soft snores letting you know I had finally gone to sleep. I miss how close we used to be. Not even when we were dating, but before that. When we were friends. I wouldn't say we were the closest friends ever, but at least we talked. We don't even do that anymore. That hurts me. I still go to our hang out place. I always hope to see you there someday. You never do come though. However for some stupid ass reason I still have some hope that one day you'll walk through the door and tell me you miss me as much as I miss you. I think deep down inside I know that you don't miss me. You probably don't even think of me at all, but that's okay because I still think of you all the damn time.

Love,            
                Brigit

I reread the letter about five times trying to see if I was reading the letter correctly.

I frowned when I realized that the girl who had written the letter was obviously hurt by whoever Jake was.

I also felt relief that it wasn't some fangirl who found my address or anything like that.

I looked back at the front of the envelope and saw the name Brigit Young on the top right corner, followed by her address.

I bit my lip as I debated if I should send her a letter back to tell her that I wasn't Jake. That whoever Jake was had most likely moved without telling her.

I decided against it.

I fold the letter then stuffed it back into its envelope before putting it in my desk's drawer.