If These Sheets Were States

Words Left Unsaid

AN~ Hey, I think I'm going to write the whole thing out before I post it, it's nota good idea for me to go one chapter at a ime. Unless, you know, they're imagines. In which I'm like sort of fabulous so hell yeah. This is just an idea that I had late one night so leave me alone if it sucks. Or not. It's okay to tell me if I suck. I'll probably agree with you. Anyway. Here you are.

"Jack, you got a letter!" I heard my manager call out to me. Another fangirl I presume. I never really got letters in the mail. Usually people just stalking my Twitter and Instagram. The usual.

"An actual letter?" I asked him.

"Yeah, says it's from Georgia."

"Cool." I walk over to him and grab the letter. Seems that there's something in it, but nothing we usually get. It's either packed tight with papers or clothing. I grab it and turn it over.

Tell Alex, Rian, and Zack theirs is coming.

Well okay then. I opened the envelope, and the first thing I notice is there's something attached to the bottom. It feels like hard plastic. I unfold the paper and continue to read. She has nice handwriting.

Dear Jack,

It feels weird to only address this letter to you, considering I love everyone in All Time Low. I guess I just love you just a teensy weensy bit more. I felt like I needed to write this letter because I received one of these cards in the mail and I thought it was cute.

I looked at the card. On it said the words "I love you" and it had that hallographic feel to it. That is cute, I smile to myself.

I felt like I needed to give this to you. You can do whatever you want with it. Give it to Alex, give it to Rian, give it to Rian, give it to Zack, throw it way, keep it. Whichever. Although I do doubt that you'll read this. On the off-hand chance you do, I just want you to know the reason I'm giving it to you.

On the back, it says "this card neither expires nor runs out." I felt like that pretty much describes how I feel about you and your band and your music. It made me smile thinking all the ways this could impact your life, but I'll have to go with this for now. It's to pass on to someone you love. And I do love you. I love you and all of All Time Low. Not in a creepy "have my babies" sort of way, but in a "oh my god you guys are great" sort of way.

I did meet you guys once last summer, but I was too shy to have made an impact on your memories. I hope you guys do come back here. Thanks for giving me a chance.

With love, from Georgia-

Breanne Jules

I smiled to myself. That's so sweet. I took the card off the paper and examined it. I looked over the paper to see if there was anything else she'd added. I noticed she put her twitter handle on it. It'd be hella rad if you followed me on twitter. I smiled to myself, and grabbed my phone.