Cal,
I'm good, thanks. Though you technically asked everyone except me, I thought I'd still answer.
Is it too soon to say that writing notes again is nostalgic? I feel like we can't stop writing to each other just yet.
You waved at me today, so good job.
No hello, though.
Your smile counted, I guess (it's a nice smile, so bonus points).
As much as I would have loved the All Time Low tickets, going out for lunch would be nice.
So would you like to go get pizza with me on Saturday? We can bring Aries, Luke, Michael, and Ashton if it'd make it easier? We've become such good friends, I don't want to ruin it over an awkward lunch date (not a date date) you know?
The classroom's really cold and Michael won't let me borrow his flannel, oh God.
I was watching a few movies last night so I haven't gotten any ideas for my art project.
I know it's only our third day in the class, but I want to get a head start.
Your note was in fact a bit of a mess, but that's okay. I could still understand it.
Wave to you later,
- Mellie
ps: you complete me(ss)
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FanfictionIn which a forgetful Melanie leaves a note between her and her best friend under her desk, and a nosey Calum reads said note and leaves another. » (cover by mashtxn) » © hxmmxngs