The Notebook
Part Six
Dear Gerard,
It’s Friday. Another week’s gone by.
I hate living my life just waiting for the week to be over.
But at least today won’t be boring. I’m spending the night with Mikey. He wanted to hang out and I suggested my house. As much as I’m dying to see you, I don’t think I could take it. I’m getting sick of torturing myself over you.
Hopefully I’ll be able to loosen up. Have some fun. We could probably get some of my parents’ booze without them noticing.
Mikey will be her any minute and I’m not ready yet. My room’s messy and I need a shower. I’ll probably have to take it while he’s here.
So, I guess this letter’s over.
Not that it really matters.
Love,
Frankie.
It’s Friday. Another week’s gone by.
I hate living my life just waiting for the week to be over.
But at least today won’t be boring. I’m spending the night with Mikey. He wanted to hang out and I suggested my house. As much as I’m dying to see you, I don’t think I could take it. I’m getting sick of torturing myself over you.
Hopefully I’ll be able to loosen up. Have some fun. We could probably get some of my parents’ booze without them noticing.
Mikey will be her any minute and I’m not ready yet. My room’s messy and I need a shower. I’ll probably have to take it while he’s here.
So, I guess this letter’s over.
Not that it really matters.
Love,
Frankie.