SINCERELY ME
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"How do I reach out to them? It's been years."
Ben shrugged, "I dunno, I can try to help. Here, let me type."
Ben pulled up gmail and wrote in Taylor's email. "Just say what you feel."
"Uh, dear Taylor Kingman, we've been way too out of touch," I began, pacing around the room. I heard the clacking of the keys on the keyboard. "Things have been crazy since we stopped talking, and it sucks that we lost touch."
"'But I should tell you that I think of you every night,'" Ben moaned out teasingly. "'I rub my-'"
"Shut up, Ben!" I shrieked, face going red all over. "This email has to prove that I really miss them--which I do--and encourage him-them to come visit."
"I'm just trying to tell the truth," He rolled his eyes.
"Here-Just-Let me do it," I groaned, grabbing the computer and sitting on his lap. "I must tell you, living without you has been hard."
"Hard?" Ben cried out laughing.
"Has been bad."
"Bad?"
"Has been rough."
"Kinky!"
I shot him a glare, continuing to type. "And I miss talking about life and.. Other stuff."
"Very specific," Ben joked.
"Shut up, Ben."
"I like my fiance,"
"Who says that?" Ben wheezed.
"I love my fiance, but each day's another fight," I type. "If he stops killing my friends then everything might be alright."
"Killing your friends?!" Ben yelps.
"Just fix it!" I switch off with the computer.
"If he stops committing murder,"
"Murder?!"
"If he stops doing crimes then everything might be just fine. Bro, I need advice, need to be more nice! I'll turn it around, wait and see. Sincerely, me."
"And.... Sent!" I said, tapping the button to send it to Taylor.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, but then I saw an email show up. "Already?" Ben asked. "Damn, they're totally gay for you, Lukey."
"'Dear Lucas, thank you for the note you sent.'"
"Dear Taylor Kingman, I'm just glad to be your friend <3. Our friendship went beyond your average kind of bond."
"But not because we were gay. Yeah, we were totally straight, bro. We were close, but not that way. The only man that I love is my dad."
"Bullshit!" Ben calls.
"Shut up, Ben!" I yell. "Well, anyways! I'm getting better every day."
"So, would you like me to come visit?" Taylor wrote.
"Oh, god, please!" I wrote.
"You'll be sayin' that tonight, babes," Ben nodded wisely, unable to keep a straight face and laughing.
"Shut up, Ben."
"That's, like, the fourth time you've said that in the past ten minutes."
"Wanna make it five?" I asked
"No, thanks."
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