From: byso200@gmail.com
To: intertwining.your.soul@gmail.com
Subject: re; hi, I suppose
Dear Limerick,
I'm sorry to hear about your dad. You don't need him. I'm happy to be away from my old man. As for how I knew? Well, I also had a Doctor Who phase, but it was with David Tennant and Billie Piper. Ten and Rose deserved better, to be honest. So, I suppose if I wanna find you, I'll just have to look for the Doctor Who fanatic. Everyone's a Harry Potter fan though. Its weird. Ever since we began emailing, I've been thinking more and more about coming out to my friends and mother. I don't know how they'd respond but its worth a shot, I suppose. You seem like a cool girl, Limerick. I see by your email that you're a The 1975 fan. That makes you even more cool.
-April
I smile as I read the email. I wonder if this is what it feels like when you read a text from your partner. Why do I think this? I don't even know who this girl is, but I want to. I begin to type back.
From: intertwining.your.soul@gmail.com
To: byso200@gmail.com
Subject: THE 1975 ARE THE BEST
Dear April,
Yeah. Fathers are assholes. And I can relate to the Billie Piper thing. She's cute as well. I'd love to know who you are, to be perfectly honest. Its almost as if I know you, even though I have no idea what you look like. There's a certain familiarity, and it almost kills me. Wow. Do you think they'll take it well? I love my friends but I don't know how they think about the LGBT community. Weird, considering I've known them for years. It's never really come up, I suppose. It didn't need to. As for The 1975, they're the best thing ever. I play drums and Robbers was lot first song I learned to play. I'm actually in a band that nobody else knows about. I can't wait for their new album in November. The singles so far have been great. Love It If We Made It is my absolute shit. Its good to know that we also agree on the music. Everyone thinks I'm way too obsessed but whatever. What are your favourites from them?
-Limerick
I press send. Its the longest email I've ever written. There's something about April that is making me want to open up more.
Now I can't stop thinking about her.
• • • • • •
Its been over a month, and April and I have been emailing on the daily. We've opened up to each other a lot. We've decided that when we're ready to reveal our identities, we'll see The 1975 together. She has the tickets booked and everything. She must have crazy money.
There's a party going on at Bram's house tomorrow for Halloween. I usually hate going to these things, but 1), Simon practically begged me, and 2), I'm hoping I might find April.
I really want to know who she is. I want to do The 1975 karaoke with her and watch Doctor Who and Harry Potter with her. I want to....kis- never mind. How can I fantasize about kissing someone I don't even know? But I honestly feel myself beginning to like her, as more than a friend.
Like, I can talk about stuff with her. Simon, Nick and Abby are angels but I find it hard to talk about the father with them. As far as I can tell, Abby likes The 1975 as well bu- oh, shit. What if she's April? I doubt it though, she's as as straight as can be. Sure, we fangirl over the latest single sometimes, and her parents are split, but that doesn't mean shit.
I'm emailing her on the school computer right now, and smiling like an idiot. We're discussing the latest single from The 1975, Its Not Living (If Its Not With You). Its such a great song. I need the album before I freak.
I send the email and I leave the library. I'm watching the Si and Abby practice today because having no extracurricular activities and two best friends in the school play is a gift.
After watching them, we headed out of the library, when Morgan from band comes up to us.
"Hey, Leah, could we talk in private please?", she asks. I look at the others and I then nod.
We head down the halls.
"What is it, Morgan? Band was yesterday.", I whisper.
"Well, the thing is I kinda used the computer after you and I saw your emails."
I stop. I feel like punching her.
"What the fuck, Morgan?", I say angrily.
"Its OK. My sister's lesbian anyway."
"I don't give two shits about your sister! What did you do with my emails?"
She waves her phone in my face. They're screenshots.
"You screenshot my fucking emails?!", I say, almost shouting.
"Hey, no sweat. If you get me a date with your friend Nick, your secret stays safe and you're still in the band."
"So, if I don't get Nick to fuck you, you'll out me and kick me out of the band?!" I'm furious now.
Morgan smiles and nods her head. I grit my teeth and groan in annoyance.
"Fine! There's a party at Bram's house tomorrow night, come along if you want, I don't care."
Morgan's face lit up. I can't believe I have to do band with this nutjob every Tuesday.
"OK! Thanks!"
"I'll text you the address."
"See you then!"
"Bye."
She skips down the hall, as I mutter "bitch" under my breath.
I head back to the guys and we walk out of school.
"What was her deal?", Abby asks.
"Nothing.", I say.
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely, Leah
FanfictionLeah's life is almost perfect. She has a great friend group, as well as being in a secret band. She's known 2 of her best friends since they were youngsters, and Abby a few months. However, only her single mother knows she's bisexual. Her dad left...
