Dear Meggie

December 2nd, 2012

December 2nd, 2012

 

Dear Meggie,

Can you believe that Garret is having another party? His parents won’t be home on New Year’s Eve. And while I was in the hall, alone, this time, he asked me to go.

And I said yes.

I told you of the news, and you told me that maybe I should go see the play with Garret. I honestly have never thought of this, dear Meggie, because of the events of his last party. You remember, Halloween, I kissed your boyfriend, that whole thing.

I suppose that kiss no longer matters. What was in the past was in the past, because now you two are going out, and it won’t change anything now.

The thing about that Halloween party, though, is that I did not have much time to marvel at him while he was trying to shove his tongue down my throat. Also, I kind’ve got more of an impression from Will than an impression from Skeeter.

It’s your birthday on the ninth, also. I’m making sure that everything is absolutely perfect for your seventeenth. Such as renting out a warehouse for your party. Or inviting everyone in school to come. Or practically bleeding into all of the effort I’m putting in for you.

It makes me wonder why I do all of these things for you. I mean, you would never do the same for me. You practically stolen everything I’ve ever had from me.

Also, you skipped today, Meggie. Along with Sarah. And Matt. And Kelly. Will surprised me by following me to lunch. When I asked him why he did, he just laughed and said, “Because we’re friends.”

He bought something to eat, and then we ate it in the woods together, laughing and teasing each other as if we were best friends. And then something happened.

“You know,” Will said, “I think you’re gorgeous.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, inching a tiny bit closer to him. I made an ugly face, said, “Totally Vogue model status right here.” He laughed.

“I mean really,” he said. “You’re not perfect, but you’re not just so bland.”

“What do you mean by bland?”

He inched closer to me. “I mean the stupid make up that other girls at school pile on. That hair that you don’t try to spend hours on to make perfect, which is just the right amount of perfect in it’s own messiness. And I think when you’re next to Meggie-” he paused, so his mouth was inches from mine, “-you look even more gorgeous than her.”

I closed my eyes. “Well, then, Will,” I whispered. “I’m not the one you chose to date.” I pulled away, took my bag, winked at him, and then disappeared in a mess of trees.

I don’t know if you would call that cheating or not, Meggie. I mean, it’s not like we kissed or anything. I still remain faithful to you, after everything you’ve done to me. Why, you ask? Because kindness always pays off. RIght?

Love, Harriett