dear landon,
your right when you said you were going to be overprotective.
"What's up?" Landon asked as I finished talking to Lance. Lance walked away with a smile similar to the one present on my face.
"Nothing," I said casually but of course Landon being my bed friend could basically read my mind.
"What's up with you and drummer boy?" He raised his eyebrow. Lance was a drummer in this band called "unplugged." I've heard them a couple of times and they were okay.
"He asked me out!" I squealed. I gasped as I couldn't believe the inhuman voice he caused me to make out of excitement.
"What?!"
"Landon calm down! It's just a date!"
"Your not going!" He frowned.
"What?" I pouted, "Your not my dad."
"When is it?"
"Friday after school," I smiled once again.
"Great! I have a project to finish you can help me!"
"Landonnnnn," I wined.
"Clareeeee," he mocked.
"I'm going," I tested placing a hand in my hip.
"Now what is Mr.Twist going to say about that?"
Dad.
I froze in my spot not moving.
"Clare?" Landon realized he said the wrong thing.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, don't worry I just forgot something for a second," I forced a smile.
"Okay," he said but he knew that I wasn't ready to talk about whatever was on my mind. It wasn't nothing major. I guess it depends on the person and their view on things.
"I don't think that I can go to the lake today. Tommorrow?"
"Yeah," he understood, "I'll tell the other guys you were busy.
"Okay thanks," I hugged him quickly before heading of towards my house.
I knew exactly what I was going to do when I got home.
-clare
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365 letters
Short Storyin which 365 letters are written to someone in hopes of a reply. ------------------ After Landon lands in a coma for many weeks, he wakes up and fails to recall most of his life. Clare writes letters to him from the moment...
