Polaroid - A Wayhaught Fanfiction

Talk About It

The rest of the day seemed to go on smoothly.

They loaded out their belongings and carried them to their respective rooms; Nicole carried the bonus blankets for Waverly while her mom prepared the guest room. Waverly apologized for lashing out and Nicole's mom replied by giving her a hug and saying thank you; it was a rather cute interaction that Nicole didn't see coming, and better yet, the next time Waverly called her Mrs. Haught she asked the girl to just call her Melissa from then on.

They had supper together-- just some Chinese takeouts because Nicole's mom hadn't cooked anything, and later in the evening when it was late enough for bed time and Nicole was about to head upstairs, her mom stopped her in her tracks and handed her a slip of paper.

It was an opened letter-- adressed to this house, and it was sent from the city by none other than Randy Nedley.

"It arrived here two months ago. Your father wanted me to throw it out after he read it, and I don't know who Nedley is, but I believe you owe him a thank you." Her mom said, before wishing her goodnight and dissappearing to her room.

Nicole frowned, took out the letter, and started reading on her way up.

Dear Mr and Mrs. Haught,

It might seem impolite for a stranger like myself to write what I am about to write, but I have no other choice but to be frank.

My name is Randall Nedley, and I am a senior officer at a police station in which your daughter's been accepted as an intern. Had there been a simpler way to get my message across I would have, but unfortunately I only have your home address as a contact information in my possession. I understand that writing this letter oversteps a line that I professionally should not have crossed, but I feel a strong urge to say something about this particular matter:

This letter is not about me. It is fully written in best interest for your daughter, Nicole Rayleigh Haught.

She is exceptionally punctual and diligent, perceptive and fastidious, strong and resilient and most importantly, she is kind. I believe that she has a bright future ahead of her, especially with your support.

I do notice, however, through obscure, yet somewhat reliable hunch of mine, that something weighs heavy on her.

Now, without meaning to come across as indecently inquisitive, from one parent to another I would like to personally beg you to please, talk to her.

Do not lose your child-- I know I regret losing mine.

She is a good kid. Give her a chance.

Sincerely,
Randy Nedley.

"Hey, Nicole?" The sound of Waverly's voice snapped Nicole out of her thoughts. She'd been standing in the middle of the hallway between her own room and the guest room for god knows how long by now. She turned to face Waverly, who's staying in the guest room just right across of Nicole's room. The door was open, and the brunette was sitting on the bed, stretching her neck out with a raised brow wondering what the frown on Nicole's face was all about.

"Oh hey. Hi." Nicole folded the letter and leaned against the guest room's door frame. "You find everything alright?"

Waverly shrugged and grinned at her. She looked so cute in her navy blue sweater....wait a minute.

"Is that mine?" Nicole squinted as she entered the room to get a better look. Waverly started giggling.

"Mayybeee?" She folded her knees and hugged them shyly.