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Dear,
Tommy Williams
Richard called me saying he's downstairs and he will be waiting for me. I left Caroline, she was asleep. I planted a small kiss on her head, like Mom used to.
Downstairs, he was a completely different person from when he was inside. He held a clear plastic cup with strawberry yogurt, granola as an only topping and topped off with a plastic spoon. He hands it to me. I look around the parking lot.
"Come on," Richard gets in his Subaru car. I get inside and put my seat belt on. He inserts the keys and tarts the engine. I push the button to the radio. Sam smith is being played and I start singing.
"You say I'm crazy, cuz you don't think I've known what you've done, but when you call me baby, I know I'm not the only one." I sing in melody. My voice sings a tune I've learned, and as the words repeat. My voice over laps those coming through the radio. Music finds its way though my body, reflecting very sense in me. I tap my foot steadily as the beat goes on.
And I sing.
As the song ends, my voice fades to an unknown I'm afraid to hear.
"Wow." Richard's responds as he veers to the right line.
I take a spoonful of yogurt and eat it. The bittersweet of the under-grown strawberry.
"I'm embarrassed that I just sang." I confess.
"No in the contrary, it was just wow." He turn to me during a red light. I don't know whether to be flattered or confused. We stare at each other for a few seconds before a car behind us beeps at us. And we go.
I open the opening above the car, I undo my seat belt and place my almost finishes yogurt in the cup holder. I climb to my seat to the opening. I hold on to the railing and stand. Feeling the cold air brush my hair backward. I lift my arms to the air like a flying airplane.
"Get down!" Richard speaks to me. He places a hand to my thigh sending shivers all though my spine. I smile and lean behind, ignoring. He gently tugs me down, but cannot fully bring to where he wants me to be.
"Richard, drive faster." I ordered as I looked down from where I was.
"No, get down." He pleaded. One hand on the wheel, the other still at my thigh. I brushed his hand away. But I saw he tried to hold on to me securely.
"Go faster." I knocked on the roof of the car.
He gave a slowly sigh, he slowly gained speed. And I slowly raised my arms, slowly losing my balance but Richard held on to me. The air gushed through me. I took deep breaths, and the buildings left behind me, like a fast forwarding video.
He then slowed down as we reached to the his house. I then exhausted sat down. Being mind blown.
"What the hell was that?" He asked me. I open my mouth to explain that it was just something I wanted to do years ago, but no sound escaped. "You could of died."
I smile, "Richard, you can smoke, you die. You can drink alcohol, you die. You can do drugs, you die. You can do whatever the hell you want because you will die. I wanted to do this, either way, dangerous or not I could die either way. So why not?" I preach.
He stares at me, for a second his expression scared me till he gave me his tender smile, he ran a hand through his golden hair. He leaned against the seat and closed his eyes. I stared at him unsure what he is thinking of.
"You're a dare devil, you know that." He finally responds after a few minutes.
"I know I am."
Yours truly,
Sky ✉
YOU ARE READING
Letters to him
Teen Fiction"Why bother writing him letters when you'll know he'll never read them?" Richard asked as I sat down letting my legs submerge under the cool water. I find it hard to look at his blue eyes before I speak. "because those are the letters I cannot write...
