letters// joey mcintyre

i n t r o.

Joey.
I know very little about you, besides what minimum of information I've received through a couple of interviews. Let me sort of explain myself.
My sister is obsessed with your group, New Kids On The Block. I just so happened to be in the front room at the same time she was watching you guys on television.
Your personality had me intrigued after awhile. You seem very sweet and funny, and your accent is music to my ears. Where are you from, Boston maybe? This letter may never get to you but if it does, I would love to know more about you.

- remy, 17.

I stared blankly at the sheet of paper.
I think it's pretty weird and creepy of me to write a letter to some pop sensation who could be putting on some pretty-boy act that I most definitely fell for, At least enough to write about it.
I sighed, just before licking the envelope and sealing it for good, until maybe, just maybe somebody unleashes the truth of my slight interest in the New Kid on The Block. I take my sweet time looking for anyone around me who could possibly question me and whatever I'm doing, and also shamefully hesitating. It would be so embarrassing for someone I know to catch me putting a letter to the NKOTB fan-club in my mailbox, and I most definitely wouldn't wanna have to explain it to my sister.  I decide that's now is the time.
I rise from the dining chair and walk across the smooth wood floor as it creaks slightly, satisfying me. I reach my door, and take a deep breath while looking out the window and seeing no one outside. The doorknob turns with my force and I push the strongpoint out, and step onto the stone steps. I think about how lame this is on my way to the mailbox.
When I slide the envelope inside, I close the mailbox and lift the red plastic-like stick thing up.

Here goes absolutely nothing.

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