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Ian-Alexandre was still feeling really depressed, and seeing the painting Evan had sent had honestly made it worse. He hated writing letters while he was depressed, but he wanted to tell Evan everything, because he knew the other boy deserved to know how he felt.He just wished he had something cheerful to say. Nevertheless, he started writing, having more trouble than usual getting the words to come.

Dear Evan,

I am sad. Trust me on that one. But I guess I’ve actually become numb. I hate it, but it’s like what hurt so much is only a dull ache, even though I know it still hurts. You probably don’t understand, but it’s how I feel. I swear, this will be the last depressing letter I’ll send you for a while. I just can’t talk to anyone here without having my mind analyzed, or without getting a blank stare. I have to say, though, that Ryan’s girlfriend is a godsend. She was on vacation when it happened, and she knew absolutely nothing about it, and she took one look at me, cancelled her date with Ryan, and made me go shopping with her. I don’t know how she knew something was wrong, because I thought I was hiding it pretty well. I told her everything, and she actually understood, which was amazing. Honestly, if I ever get tired of guy’s crushing my heart and move to girls, I’m kidnapping her, and forcing her to marry me. Actually, I wouldn’t do that because it would just make her unhappy, and I don’t like it when I know that I’ve hurt someone. Anyway, back to the story. We went to the mall, and I got my lip pierced. Twice. And it’s really weird, but it made me feel better because I was feeling something, and I hadn’t done it to myself. And I didn’t have to have the Richardsons’ sign, because it’s so close to my eighteenth birthday that the guy said it was okay. It was kinda scary, because he was freaky looking, and I thought he was going to crush my lip right before he pierced it. After I did that,, we went to Hot Topic, so I could buy a few rings for when I could change them out, and Caleb was there. It was like he didn’t even see me. He just looked right through me. And god, that hurt. I did love him, and I didn’t notice until I’d ruined any chance I had with him. And he didn’t even notice me. This will make me sound really depressed, but I’ve actually been wondering if it wouldn’t be better for me to just not exist. I mean, I’m obviously never going to be able to get a job, even though I know exactly what I want to be, just because people scare me. So that means I’m going to have to live with someone, and that won’t be so bad, until the Richardon’s get too old to take care of me, and then I’ll just be a burden to Ryan, or whoever else feels like it’s their job to take care of me. I’ve ruined my only chance at ever having a relationship, and now that he knows what a freak I am, he’ll tell everyone, and I’ll never be able to get in a relationship ever again, unless he realizes that I didn’t mean it, and that I didn’t hate him. I kinda thought he would have realized that by now, I was just saying everything I couldn’t say to my brother then; only to him, because of my problems.

You have no clue how glad I am that you wrote, because I’ve been finding it really hard to believe that anyone would want to talk to someone as messed up as me. I mean, what kind of a freak can’t even hear someone say they love them without freaking out? I know I’m just over-reacting, and over-thinking everything, but it’s true. I’m just really glad you won’t stop writing, because I really don’t deserve it. And thank you for the pictures, especially the gardens. I really love them, and they’re all on my bulletin board wall. I really don’t want to say this, but I don’t want to hide anything from you, so I’m going to. I’ve had to hide the picture you painted, because it made me feel so bad. I can’t think about the past without it feeling like I’ve been stabbed. I want to forget it, until it just goes away, even though I know it won’t. I’m sure I’ll feel better as soon as Caleb tries to talk to me, and I hope it’s soon. I mean, it’s been almost two weeks.

Your dad looks really dignified, to me. Your mom is pretty, and as weird as this will sound, she reminds me of my mom. I mean, they look a lot alike. My mom’s hair was a little darker, though. More like mine than like your mom’s. And her eyes were brown. I got my eyes from my dad. I stuck a picture I found in here. Sorry that it’s not the best picture, and I’m sorry that little baby me looks like he’s about to attack the camera. I probably was about to attack the camera, because I’ve always hated them being pointed at me. Mom’s on the left, and then there’s Elliot (my brother), and then Dad, and then me in the front, reaching for the camera. My parents look so happy in that picture, even though you can obviously tell that we really didn’t have much, possession-wise. I actually think it’s kind of funny how cheap our clothes look. And how you can tell how big the age difference between Elliot and me is. Oh, I may have forgot to tell you, but Dr. Richardson saved the photo albums when he saved all the eighties stuff.

Anyway, I swear my next letter will be much more cheerful, because I plan to have pushed all bad thoughts away by then. It’ll just take some more time, and I’m sorry if I’ve ruined your day with my depression.

Love,

Ian-Alexandre

P.S: This letter has been sitting on my desk for two days, because I didn’t want to send it until I actually was ready to be happy. I logged into MSN today, and Caleb was on, and he actually talked to me, so I feel a little better. He said he didn’t want to see me yet, until he figured out what he wanted to say, but that he still loved me, and didn’t want to break up with me. I do feel better, and I hope my next letter can be a happy one. I wouldn’t send this one, if I didn’t think it would be good for me. Just getting how I felt wrote down helped, but I actually wanted you to know, because you deserve it. Thank you for dealing with me, even though I’m so boring, and such a freak sometimes. It really means a lot to me, and I honestly don’t know what I’d do without these letters. They always make me feel so much better, even when I think all they’ll make me do is feel less and less important, just because you’re such an amazing person. I really am sorry that the last two letters have been so depressing.

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He smiled as he read Alex’s letter. He had reread it four times already but he didn’t know how to explain Xavier to Alex so over his date with Xavier he just asked a lot of questions. He started with hobbies, to likes and dislikes and all other kinds of things by the end he knew what to right. He knew more about Xavier than he had before he had gotten the letter and he was happy that it had made him learn about him. Evan was happy that Alex wanted to see if he was good for Himself and he couldn’t be happier. He didn’t feel depressed about things that had happened In the past and he noticed he had finally moved on. He was over Blair and onto something new and he was happier he knew about it so as he sent the letter as few days later, knowing that he really had.

Dear Alex,

So I’m going to start to tell you about Xavier. Well his full name is Xavier Riley Nicolai Paris Milliraney. He was born in France but he’s adopted. The reason he was adopted was because his parents died in store hold up. They were shot while defending some people while he was in the bathroom he was four years old. He saw them dead so he is really scared of blood and dead bodies. But he’s better about it now, he has gotten over it.

His adopted parents are distant friends of my parent’s friends. They couldn’t have children after their first child so they adopted. His parent’s names are Scarlett Milliraney and Amancio Milliraney. They are both save the planet, recycle king of parents. They donate a lot to cure aids and cancer. So I find them to be good people when they are in town. His older sister’s name is Lisette; she goes to Julliard and has been dancing since she was five. She is three years older than Xavier. His hobbies are running, swimming on swim team, and writing poetry.. He writes poetry! He is so sweet. He likes cheesecake, sports, concerts, music, sleeping in and spoiling people. He dislikes: blood, guns, war, meat, and sickness. He is a lot like his parents. He likes to spoil me but won’t let me spoil him. He says that It’s more fun for just him to do it so I let him. He thinks I’m adorable.

He had bright green eyes as you probably saw in the picture and black hair. He likes wearing t-shirt’s even in the winter time though he had some really cute sweaters. He doesn’t agree with me though. He thinks I look the most adorable, in them though. He is really affectionate and he is only a little jealous not insanely though. We do a lot of things together but we do what we both want to do. We trade off. One day he showed me the cutest bakery and we got a piece of cake. He isn’t as artistic as me but he likes that I am.. He is really sporty, he has been getting me running more, but he cooks so that makes up from his drawing less nesses. He makes the best chocolate chip cookies, and with milk, It’s the only way I really like it other than in cereal..

So That about it, I mean he is great. He gets good grades he loves his family, he reads occasionally, he plays a lot of sports but is pretty lazy other than that. He watches girly movies with me like the Notebook. He likes to be the dominant one though, but really don’t mind that. I really like him a lot. He’s great and he likes me a lot, and I like him. And he just makes me really happy. I hope Caleb’s Making you happy. Tonight Xavier’s coming over and he’s teaching me to cook and make dinner then we are going to watch a movie that he thinks I will like it’s called Love Actually. I haven’t seen it before but he reassured me that I would like it so I’m trusting him.

It’s after the date now. It was amazingly fun. We made garlic bread and pasta. I was so bad but Xavier helped me so it came out yummy. I got sauce on my face and looked pretty crazy in my opinion but Xavier didn’t think so. He never thinks I look bad. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. The movie was good to. I really think you should watch it. We ate homemade cookies and watched the movie, though in certain parts we had to pause if for certain reasons. I’ll send you some the next time he makes them. Did I tell you he wants to be a chef? Well he does, he is very ambitious and has been taking classes since he was in seventh grade. So he’s amazing. I want to be a lawyer on the other hand but My parents want me to take over the family companies, so I have to choose.

The thing with the girl named Isabella sounds kind of weird but I think it’s good; Though you think that your portrayed wrong. I think that the pastor was right in some ways and wrong in others as you said. I think that being able to get through what happened to you was brave. I can see why you think it’s funny and wow. You got 5,000 dollars. That’s a lot of money what do you think you’re going to do with it. Save it, Invest it, but something. You could do a lot with that much money. I mean you have a lot of options you just have to make the right choice. But It’s up to you I just really want to see what you do with the money. It’s sad though that her father died I felt bad for her when I first read the letter. The feather that you sent was really cool and very pretty I hadn’t seen anything like it before. I mean I have seen Blue Jays before I just never manage to get one of their feathers. Have you ever been bird watching? I haven’t but I hear people spend hours watching birds, I like them and all I just don’t think I could do that. Sadly I’m not the most patient person.

How’s everything I feel selfish talking about myself. How’s Mrs. Richardson, and things with Caleb. I mean everything. Did she have the babies yet, are you back on with Caleb. Anything new happening. I mean anything at all. And what do you think about Xavier. I really want to know. I mean I want my best friends opinion on the guy I like.. I really do.. Well tell me in the next letter.

Love

Evan

P.S. The cards I sent are for Mrs. Richardson. I did green because we still don't know please give it to her after their born. It has a surprise for her.

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Ian-Alexandre had made the horrible habit of fiddling with his lip rings since he got them, and he fiddled with them more than ever while he wrote, or read. He'd read Evan's letter a few times before starting on his reply, like he alwas did, simply so he wouldn't miss anything. He kept all of Evan's letters in a little wooden box, with a lock on it, which he kept under his bed. Since he rarely left his house, the letters were his company every night, except for the two nights a wekk Dr. Richardson allowed Caleb to come over.

Dear Evan,

You were right, he didn’t tell anyone. It took him a while, but we’re back together, and I realized that I didn’t love him. It’s still just a crush, and friendship, on my part. I think I was just sad because I thought he hated me, and it made me over-think things. I mean, I don’t really know what love feels like, but from what I’ve observed, what I feel for Caleb isn’t love. Yet. It probably will grow into it eventually, it just hasn’t yet. Ryan’s girlfriend is really nice, and I actually like her, which is rare. Girls usually just annoy me to no end. But she’s nice. I hope Ryan marries her, I really do. They seem serious enough that they could.

I like kids, but I don’t think I want any of my own. I don’t deal well with crying, especially from kids. And kids are clingy, which I wouldn’t be good at. I could deal with kids between the ages of six and fourteen, I think, but any younger would be too clingy, and any older would be too teenaged, and us teenagers are messed up. I highly doubt I’ll ever find someone who won’t fall out of love with me, because there are so many better people than me out there. And even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to marry him, because it’s still illegal here.

It didn’t make me sad. I’m kind of numb when it comes to my family. And I know exactly what happened. My mom died, and my dad blamed himself, and started drinking. I probably would have attacked the camera. I hate having cameras pointed at me. They’re evil devices, and they all need to die. One of them actually broke when someone took a picture of me, once. It convinced me that I was ugly.

Xavier is hot. And I really like his hair. It’s kinda like Caleb’s only black, and not red. I’m a sucker for red heads. And, like I said before, I really don’t think I love Caleb. I think it was just me missing him, and thinking that he hated me, so I blew it up in my mind, and made it seem like I loved him. Because now that we’re back together, I don’t know. Anyway, on to lighter subjects. You have to tell me everything about Xavier, so I can do my official best friend judgment of him. I’ve always wanted to do one of those, and I only got to do it once. And even then it was because he was all upset that his boyfriend had broke his heart. It was in seventh grade, and I broke the guy’s nose.

Mrs. Richardson hasn’t had the babies yet, and she is huge. She’s miserable, I can tell. She actually slept in the bath tub two nights ago, because she couldn’t get comfortable. Her due date’s next week, and they’re doing a scheduled c-section, so unless the babies decide they want out now, they’re not coming out until next week. I hope that they’re little girls, for the purely selfish reason that I always wanted a little sister.

Oh, I got a letter from a girl in Oregon yesterday. Her name is Isabelle. Anyway, her pastor was one of the people who came to the hospital in my first few days there, and I guess he actually preached a sermon about me. I thought that was the funniest thing ever. She said it was about selflessness, and courage. And all I could think was, how on earth did this guy manage to perceive that I was either of those things? Because I’m not, and I was passed out when he saw me. But, anyways, she went on for two whole pages about how much my story inspired her, and showed her how she needed to show as much bravery as I showed in my circumstances, since hers aren’t nearly as bad. I cracked up. I mean, that this pastor would think that someone like me had courage was absolutely hilarious. I get scared if it thunders, I get scared if someone I don’t know walks in a room. I get scared if I don’t have a light on at night, and now an entire church in Oregon thinks I’m brave. Anyway, this paragraph has a point. She said that her father had just died, and she’d inherited a lot of money, and she gave me a check for five thousand dollars. She said that I should use it to ‘make my dreams come true’. Isn’t that weird?

I have to stop writing now, because Caleb is coming over soon, and I’ve got to make an excuse as to why I don’t want to go to the movies.

Love,

Ian-Alexandre Remington Hauk

P.S: Be sure to tell me allll about Xavier in your next letter, or I’ll be upset.

P.P.S: Caleb just left, and while we were in the willow tree, I found the most beautiful feather I have ever seen. It’s obviously from a bluejay, and I stuck it in here. Don’t worry; it’s clean. Dr. Richardson said it was, anyway. You can always put germ-x on the part you touch, if you’re worried.

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He smiled as he read Alex’s letter. He had reread it four times already but he didn’t know how to explain Xavier to Alex so over his date with Xavier he just asked a lot of questions. He started with hobbies, to likes and dislikes and all other kinds of things by the end he knew what to right. He knew more about Xavier than he had before he had gotten the letter and he was happy that it had made him learn about him. Evan was happy that Alex wanted to see if he was good for Himself and he couldn’t be happier. He didn’t feel depressed about things that had happened In the past and he noticed he had finally moved on. He was over Blair and onto something new and he was happier he knew about it so as he sent the letter as few days later, knowing that he really had.

Dear Alex,

So I’m going to start to tell you about Xavier. Well his full name is Xavier Riley Nicolai Paris Milliraney. He was born in France but he’s adopted. The reason he was adopted was because his parents died in store hold up. They were shot while defending some people while he was in the bathroom he was four years old. He saw them dead so he is really scared of blood and dead bodies. But he’s better about it now, he has gotten over it.

His adopted parents are distant friends of my parent’s friends. They couldn’t have children after their first child so they adopted. His parent’s names are Scarlett Milliraney and Amancio Milliraney. They are both save the planet, recycle king of parents. They donate a lot to cure aids and cancer. So I find them to be good people when they are in town. His older sister’s name is Lisette; she goes to Julliard and has been dancing since she was five. She is three years older than Xavier. His hobbies are running, swimming on swim team, and writing poetry.. He writes poetry! He is so sweet. He likes cheesecake, sports, concerts, music, sleeping in and spoiling people. He dislikes: blood, guns, war, meat, and sickness. He is a lot like his parents. He likes to spoil me but won’t let me spoil him. He says that It’s more fun for just him to do it so I let him. He thinks I’m adorable.

He had bright green eyes as you probably saw in the picture and black hair. He likes wearing t-shirt’s even in the winter time though he had some really cute sweaters. He doesn’t agree with me though. He thinks I look the most adorable, in them though. He is really affectionate and he is only a little jealous not insanely though. We do a lot of things together but we do what we both want to do. We trade off. One day he showed me the cutest bakery and we got a piece of cake. He isn’t as artistic as me but he likes that I am.. He is really sporty, he has been getting me running more, but he cooks so that makes up from his drawing less nesses. He makes the best chocolate chip cookies, and with milk, It’s the only way I really like it other than in cereal..

So That about it, I mean he is great. He gets good grades he loves his family, he reads occasionally, he plays a lot of sports but is pretty lazy other than that. He watches girly movies with me like the Notebook. He likes to be the dominant one though, but really don’t mind that. I really like him a lot. He’s great and he likes me a lot, and I like him. And he just makes me really happy. I hope Caleb’s Making you happy. Tonight Xavier’s coming over and he’s teaching me to cook and make dinner then we are going to watch a movie that he thinks I will like it’s called Love Actually. I haven’t seen it before but he reassured me that I would like it so I’m trusting him.

It’s after the date now. It was amazingly fun. We made garlic bread and pasta. I was so bad but Xavier helped me so it came out yummy. I got sauce on my face and looked pretty crazy in my opinion but Xavier didn’t think so. He never thinks I look bad. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. The movie was good to. I really think you should watch it. We ate homemade cookies and watched the movie, though in certain parts we had to pause if for certain reasons. I’ll send you some the next time he makes them. Did I tell you he wants to be a chef? Well he does, he is very ambitious and has been taking classes since he was in seventh grade. So he’s amazing. I want to be a lawyer on the other hand but My parents want me to take over the family companies, so I have to choose.

The thing with the girl named Isabella sounds kind of weird but I think it’s good; Though you think that your portrayed wrong. I think that the pastor was right in some ways and wrong in others as you said. I think that being able to get through what happened to you was brave. I can see why you think it’s funny and wow. You got 5,000 dollars. That’s a lot of money what do you think you’re going to do with it. Save it, Invest it, but something. You could do a lot with that much money. I mean you have a lot of options you just have to make the right choice. But It’s up to you I just really want to see what you do with the money. It’s sad though that her father died I felt bad for her when I first read the letter. The feather that you sent was really cool and very pretty I hadn’t seen anything like it before. I mean I have seen Blue Jays before I just never manage to get one of their feathers. Have you ever been bird watching? I haven’t but I hear people spend hours watching birds, I like them and all I just don’t think I could do that. Sadly I’m not the most patient person.

How’s everything I feel selfish talking about myself. How’s Mrs. Richardson, and things with Caleb. I mean everything. Did she have the babies yet, are you back on with Caleb. Anything new happening. I mean anything at all. And what do you think about Xavier. I really want to know. I mean I want my best friends opinion on the guy I like.. I really do.. Well tell me in the next letter.

Love

Evan

P.S. The cards I sent are for Mrs. Richardson. I did green because we still don't know please give it to her after their born. It has a surprise for her.

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Ian-Alexandre was actually happy as he wrote today. While he had had some bad things happen to him since he last wrotre, they weren't horrible. And plus, much better things had happened that he needed to tell Evan about. With a smile on his face, he started writing his reply.

Dear Evan,

I have to say, I know exactly how Xavier feels when it comes to blood and dead bodies. My brother stabbed himself while I was still pretending to be dead, and right before I passed out, so I saw him bleed to death. I don’t mind my blood, because I’m used to seeing it. But if someone else bleeds around me, I freak out, because I have the mental picture of him stabbing himself. I just hope I can do like him, and get over it.

I give my approval. He sounds nice enough. Actually, he sounds a lot like Ryan. Ryan’s actually taking course to become a chef, and he likes to spoil everyone, and he always wears t-shirts. So, I give my approval. Just keep in mind that if he hurts you, I’m going to do the proper best friend thing, and break his face. And don’t think I won’t. Back when I was in grade school, a bully gave me a hug once, because they all knew how scared I was of that, and I broke his nose. It scared all the other bullies into just switching my dairy-free cookies for regular cookies. Or sticking a bee in my backpack, so when I opened it I got stung, and had to use my epipen.

Since you want to hear what’s going on here, I’ll start with the good news, and make my way to the bad news. Ryan and his girlfriend are getting married. She made me come dress shopping with her, because she says it’s my job. I have no clue why, since I know nothing about dresses, or anything like that, but I’ll do what I can. She found this absolutely gorgeous one at this little bridal boutique, and I think that’s the one she’s going to get. It’s white, obviously, and is more traditional than most of them. It had short sleeves, and the neckline doesn’t go down very far. It’s satin, and has no lace on it. The skirt is huge, and flowy. She looked really pretty in it, for a girl. She even put her hair up, and stuck the veil on, to get the full affect. She looked like a little red-headed angel. I don’t think I ever mentioned it, but her name is Harmony, and she’s itty bitty. Her mom’s itty bitty too, though. But, she’s only, like, 5’1”, and maybe 100 pounds. I swear, the poor girl is going to die when she has her first baby. Oh, the wedding date is for the first Saturday of November, which is in two months.

I got a kitten last week, and he’s the cutest thing ever. His name is Sparkle, after the paper towels. Don’t ask me why, because it’s a long story. He’s gray, and really fluffy, and he likes to purr, and cuddle. He climbs on my lap, and then snuggles into my stomach, and meows until I pet him. It’s the cutest thing ever. And I hold up a little string, and he’ll paw at it for hours. He refuses to go to Ryan, or Caleb, or Dr. Richardson. Just me, and Mrs. Richardson. But I keep him to myself, because I can talk to him without worrying that he’ll tell someone, and he always listens. Just like my plants.

Mrs. Richardson hasn’t had the babies yet, and she looks like she’s going to pop. She’s a very graceful woman, for as chubby as she normally is, and she hadn’t started to waddle yet. But she’s waddling now. Dr. Richardson is insane, and it’s quite funny. He calls every hour to see if she’s gone into labor yet. And when he’s at home, he stays right by her side the entire time. She’s starting to get agitated with him, I can tell. She keeps calling him a mother hen, and saying that she’s done this before, she doesn’t need his help. Her favorite thing to say is ‘you’ve done enough already, Dale.’ I try to stay out of her way, since I don’t really know how to act around pregnant women, and I’m afraid I might do something to send her already crazy hormones on a roller coaster ride.

No, Caleb and I aren’t back together. He came over the other day, and we had a nice, long talk, and decided in the end that it wouldn’t work out, because Caleb is the touchy-feely-clingy sort, and I can’t do that. I have to have my space, and my privacy, and he wants to know everything, and be right there the entire time. He cried, and said he still loved me, and that he hoped someday I would give it another chance. And I said maybe, if I ever get over these dumb fears. And he said he was still going to be my best friend, and I said it was fine. So he still comes over, but we’re not a couple, and I don’t think we ever will be. I mean, he’s amazing, and all, but I just don’t think it would work. I know he just wants what’s best for me, and that’s why he’s so clingy, and in need of being right there all the time, but still. God, it makes me so glad I haven’t been public schooled, and I’ve never had to deal with boyfriends. It’s way too hard. I think I’m going to give up on ever finding someone, and just be the flower hermit.

That’s pretty much all that’s happened here. It’s rather boring, to be honest. I mean, besides the whole wedding thing.

I’m going to put the money in a bank, for now. But I plan to use it to open my green house someday. It probably won’t happen, but that’s what I want. I wrote her, and told her about it, and she said that there was a boy named Korey in her town who wants to open a green house, too. He’s eighteen, and he’s really nice. She had him send me a letter, so we would both have someone to talk flowers with.

Anyway, I have to go. Dr. Richardson needs help with something.

love,

Ian-Alexandre.

P.S: What’s the surprise in the cards? Please tell me, so I don’t have to wait.

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Evan was happy to be writing to Alex. Everything was going good other than a few weird things that had happened since He had gotten his last letter. A lot had happened but mostly small things. It was good things though, and when he read Alex’s letter at first time, he was thrilled for Ryan and Harmony and he was plotting up a plan all he had to do was talk to harmony.

Dear Alex,

I would like to start off saying thank you for approving my man. I told him about you, not the full story I left out some parts I didn’t think you wanted him to know but He likes us writing and he thinks it’s a good thing. I was so nervous before I told him. I didn’t know what to accept because I had never told him anything like this. He was very calm about it and I let him read one of the not so personal letters. He was okay with that to and he respects the privacy that we have in these letters, and he said he wasn’t going to break it by not reading it. I don’t think I could do that but maybe If I already had a lot of trust in the person. Just Maybe then but I’m nosy. One of the things I like about myself, but the Ireally don’t like it at all. I mean I don’t try to be nosy It just happens.

Woot! Ryan’s getting married. Does Mrs. Richardson say her little boy is all grown up? Sorry that just came to mind and I had to write it. I couldn’t help myself. I’m so happy for them. I bet they look adorable together. So, two months that’s pretty quick, plus having the twins; I mean it’ll be a lot of work but of course it will be worth it. How big is the wedding going to be? Is it going to be huge, like over three hundred people, pretty big like around two hundred, moderately large like with 100 or somewhat small, like with less than a hundred. I need to know these things. What color are the bridesmaid’s dresses. Who is the best man, and the Maid of Honor. Are you going? I really hope you are. Is it going to be formal or somewhat casual? Is it going to be outside or inside. All things I would like to know but you don’t have to tell me.

I’m so jealous of you getting a kitty. But it’s alright, my dad’s allergic to them anyways so that would never happen, though my mother has one. It’s like the cat on the fancy feast commercials. He doesn’t mind her though she is my mothers. My mom’s cat is pure white, has brilliant green eyes that I want and her name is Fabiana. She thinks she’s a princess and I understand that. My mother treats her like one. She would be one of those snotty blondes if she was a person, but my mother still loves her. Sparkle sounds like fun. I hope he makes you have lots of fun, fun so always good, so is laughing. Little kittens are probably one of the cutest baby animals I would have to say, but I have quite a long list of cute baby animals.

Speaking or babies, tell me have the babies com yet? They have to, I mean it had been so long. They can’t come that late can they? I was born ten days late but don’t tell Mrs. Richardson that you’ll have a mad pregnant woman, on your hands and that would not be good. You should just keep that to yourself. My mother was so mad when I was born late. But she said it was better late than early. I guess I should tell you what the surprise was. Well I’m guess they don’t get away to often, so I was offering up the Vineyard that I’m at now. What I mean is that one weekend, or a week, however long. They can come and stay and someone personally trained or I will come watch the kids. They don’t have to pay for any of this. Not the plane tickets the Nanny nothing. They can just have a leisurely weekend. They could go in my dad’s jet that he doesn’t usually use, and so on. But I want you to leave the Jet part out. And the part that they get picked up, in a town car, a limo would be a little extravagant though ifs that what they want that’s what they get. It’s one time only thing, open to use until I die.

I’m sad you and Caleb aren’t together, but I think it’s for the good. And you should never give up on finding someone, just don’t worry about it for a while. Someone will come; you’ve got to believe me. You just need to be comfortable with who you are and know what you want. As long as you know that you’ll find someone. The someone will understand and be able to be the person you need. I hope you trust me on this. Caleb was a good start. It gets worse before it gets better. And it should never be a worse that feels to big. You can do anything you set your mind to. Anything I tell you. Nothing is impossible. And even if you do end up alone and talking to your plants and cats, you’ll still be getting letters from me, so you’ll have something else to look forward to. And maybe we will even have meet by then, We don’t know.

Love,

Evan

P.S. There’s a letter to Harmony and to Ryan along with your letter. Give it to them. It’s just a letter of congratulation. That’s why the paper is a bit fancy. I want them to feel like it’s all about them.


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Dear Ryan and Harmony,

I just wanted to congratulate you to on getting engaged. Alex tells me you love each other very much. So I’m happy for both of you and I thought I should let you know since I have been hearing about you guys for a long time. I also want to thank you Harmony for the day you whisked Alex away and took him to the mall and getting his lips percied and for making him go dress shopping with you because you said it was his job. It means a lot to me that you make him happy. He’s my best friend and sometimes being friends through letters isn’t enough so Thanks for being there for him.

Now I have a question to ask both of you, and I want you to think very hard on this. I would like to come to your wedding. I’m asking because I really want to go as awkward as it sounds. I have been to more than one wedding myself but If I was to go to this one I would probably remember it more fondly. I don’t have to go by the same name; I don’t have to have the same hair. I can come in disguise if you like and sit in the back on the bride’s side. I don’t care what I have to do to come I would just like to. I purposely did not tell Alex I was asking, I would but I had no clue what he was going to say. I assumed he was going though. If you saw no still expect a wedding gift. I am a very good buyer if you haven’t already known, not to brag. So think on my question, if you say yes I would like for it to be a surprise.

Love,

Evan

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Ian-Alexandre had a huge smile on his face as he wrote Evan today, all until the end of the letter. The only thing truly different about today was the fact that he could hear the crying of babies from the nursery down the hall, and Harmony was sitting at his desk, writing a letter as well. She'd started her letter a good five minutes after Ian-Alexandre had, but she was obviously thinking about what she was writing. Her hair was back in a ponytail, and she was actually gnawing on the pen.

Dear Evan,

I’m glad you told Xavier about me, because I was kind of nervous that you wouldn’t. I don’t know why, but I didn’t. I kind of thought you might be embarrassed about these letters, and I wouldn’t blame you if you were. I’m a mega-loser. I really don’t care if you show him the old letters, but I don’t want anyone to know about the incident, so please don’t tell him about that, or let him see the letter where I told you about it. I’m not nosy, and I never have been. I trust way too easily, obviously, and I just assume that if the person wants to tell me about it, they will in their own time. I don’t need to know everything they do, and they don’t need to know everything I do.

Mrs. Richardson hasn’t said anything about him being grown up, but then again she expected this. I think they’ve invited about a hundred people, maybe a hundred and fifty. no more than that, though. Harmony has always wanted a fairly small wedding, so it’s just immediate family, and some of their friends, and then said friends dates. The bridesmaids dresses are a pale spring green. Her maid of honor is her twin sister, melody. I love their names. Harmony and Melody. Melody is five minutes older, and they are exact opposites. While Harmony’s short, and a red head, Melody’s taller than I am, and her hair is pitch black. Harmony has dark brown eyes, and Melody’s are really pale blue – almost white. Harmony talks a lot, and Melody barely speaks. It’s quite funny. Harmony has forced Ryan to make me the best man. She said if he didn’t she’d shove me in a dress and make me a bridesmaid. I am so glad I wasn’t around when this conversation happened, or I would’ve freaked out over the dress thing. So, yes, I will be there, like it or not. The wedding is going to be in the backyard, in front of the willow tree. We have a huge backyard. They’re having it so soon because Harmony’s parents are moving to England in mid-November. Her dad’s been offered an amazing job there, and she wanted to have the wedding while they were here.

I love my kitten. He’s just a fluff ball, and he really likes my stomach. It’s quite odd. I always thought cats only rubbed up against legs, but he won’t. He waits until he’s been picked up, and then he rubs against my stomach. It’s insanely adorable. Ryan got him this little toy, it’s a mouse on a string, and if you pull it around, he chases it. I’m really glad I got him. I’ve never had a pet before, and it’s really nice to have him. He’s so soft, and when I talk to him, he purrs like he understands.

The babies came the day after I sent the last letter. I knew that they would be coming soon, since she was over a week late. They’re really tiny. I’m kind of scared that I’ll hurt them, or that they’ll grab at me, and I’ll freak out. They’re both boys, and I was disappointed. I wanted a sister. But, I’m not telling anyone but you that. They named the oldest one Kurt, and he’s got black hair, like Ryan. He actually looks a lot like Ryan. They have the same hair, and eyes. And that kid has TONS of hair! I never knew babies could have that much hair. The youngest one is much smaller than Kurt, and his name is Brett. I can tell he’s going to be itty bitty, probably even a little shorter than I am. He has brown hair, and his eyes are huge, and a very pretty hazel color. He’s going to be a cutie, that’s for sure. No offense to Kurt or anything, because he’s going to be handsome, I’m sure. But Brett’s just going to be adorable. They were both healthy enough that Mrs. Richardson got to bring them home after five days. It’s fun to watch them in their little crib. Kurt babbles, and waves at the mobile, and Brett just lays there, and stares at you. It’s kinda scary how little he blinks. It’s like he’s staring right at all your secrets.

I’m going to give the card to Mrs. Richardson after I reply to this. I needed to know what it was before I gave it to her, though, ‘cause I kinda figured she wouldn’t tell me until after Dr. Richardson had talked to her about it, and I’m impatient. They are going to love it! They’ll probably go for a week, since they never, ever get away. Ryan says that they haven’t been alone together since a few months before I came to the hospital. So, they need it. I am so glad that you are doing this for them! It means a lot to me that you would do something like that for them. They mean so much to me, and it makes me glad to know that they can be spoiled for a little bit.

I don’t like to think about me being alone. It scares me. I know that I really don’t deserve anyone, but I want someone so bad. I know it’s selfish, but I don’t want to be alone. I don’t like it. And it’s a horrible thing, because whoever gets stuck with me is going to be miserable. I get scared over everything, and they wouldn’t be able to touch me without me freaking out because of some dumb memory. So, I am going to give up, for now. If Fate really wants me to be with someone, the she’ll have to bring him to my front door, because I can’t do the whole social thing. I’m going to stop writing about that now. It makes me sad, and I hate being sad.

I gave Harmony the letter, because she’s over right now, and she’s scribbling away at the paper. She won’t tell me what it says though, and it’s driving me insane. Please, tell me what you said to them! She said she’s not even going to let me put her letter in here, because she knows I’ll look. She wants to stick it in here herself. So I have to stop now, and give her the envelope.

Love,

Ian-Alexandre

P.S: Pleasepleaseplease tell me what it says!

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Dear Evan,

Thank you for sending this letter. It made Ryan smile like an idiot, which is rare. It was my pleasure to take him out; he needed it. He always looks sad, but I hadn’t seen him look that sad in a long time, and he needed some cheering up. Besides, he’s fun to shop for. He’s so agreeable about everything. I think he would have worn a tutu if I had asked him to. He talks about you all the time. It’s always “Evan says this, Evan says that.” It means a lot to me that you talk to him. Sometimes he gets so down on himself, and I hate it when that happens. But when he’s told he’s gotten a letter from you, his face lights up. I’m glad that you talk to him, I really am.

Ryan and I both agree that you should come. I certainly don’t care. There would be no need for you to come in disguise, and to be honest, I can’t figure out why you would want to. Ian-Alexandre is most definitely going to be there. He’s the best man, and even if Ryan has an odd change of heart, I’ll just shove him in a dress and make him a brides maid. He has to be part of the wedding party, no matter. So, yes, he will be there. Please, come. I can send an official invitation, though it probably won’t be there on time, since I’d have to order new invitations. If you want to come, just send a reply with your next letter to Remi, and tell me if you want salmon, or beef at the reception. Or if you want to join Remi, and get a completely dairy free plate.

Sincerely,
Harmony Ann Brashares

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Evan sat down on his desk grabbing a clean piece of paper and started to write. He was glad between everything that was going on he had found a peaceful time to write. Quiet time that wasn’t used for homework was time that Evan found hard to come by. He was glad to write Alex and Harmony, but in some ways he was sad. He had things to tell Alex that he wished he really didn’t have to tell him. Then again he really couldn’t believe that Alex hadn’t said anything about his birthday so Evan had gone a bit wild. He had started at urban outfitters buying one pair of red tight pants, one pair of grey plaid pants, a set of Eighties Eyes Pillowcases, a crazy satin patchwork quilt, monkey key covers, a disposable camera, a purple and grey rugby scarf, a Star Wars Sticker Book, a book called New Brothers Grimm and Their Left Behind Fairy Tales, two pounds on non dairy chocolates, a rainbow belt, a rainbow umbrella, Death Cab For Cutie Dogs Tee, and Death Cab For Cutie Jr Hoodie. He had all filled this into a basket sticking in other random things like death cab stickers , the movie The Notebook, a notebook and the book dear John. Anything that he though Alex would be at least slightly amused with he stuck in. Then wrapped it in that weird plastic stuff and sent it off.



Dear Alex,

So I’m finally back at school. I left the vineyard about a week ago so you know where to mail your letters from now on. It’s ok being back at school, the work load is fine, the sports are fine, everything is fine. Nothings amazing or fantastic and it bores me. I’m taking all AP classes, plus I have the second highest grade in my class. The highest is this crazy Asian, who is like super genius of the world. Not even going to try to compete against him. I have boring classes, I chose not to take electives, but to do water polo and swim team for the fourth year in a row. It’s fun when you’re a senior on the teams, and you’ve been there for a while. Coach Jameson only makes us go to practice In the morning, which is from seven to nine that is why I have no first period and I don’t have a sixth. So I only have four learning periods. I’m taking Death in Literature, AP Calculus BC, AP Psychology, AP Biochemistry. I’m also taking Independent Study Honors Spanish VI but all I have to do is read books and watch movies at home so I leave during that class.

Next, me and Xavier broke up. He goes to boarding school over in Sweden so we knew it wouldn’t work out. I’m sad, but then again I’m somewhat relived that we both knew that there would be trouble in a long distance relationship. He left the day before we got the letter and it was very emotional, there was crying involved but we understood why and I’m ok. I’m ok with how everything went down. I’m not even really that sad since I have my school work to focus on. Did I mention I go to an all gut school. Woot. Sorry, that was unnecessary. In some ways I feel like we had just started something and it ended so quickly, but we still talk on the phone and he has been helping me by only talking in Spanish. Don’t worry about me I’m fine. I’m back in the swing of things.

So I’m back in my home now and I had to take all of the things I got with me right? No, I left them, because when I go back next summer I want to remember everything that happened. My room at the penthouse is the same as usual. Except I might repaint it, right now it’s white walls because of the windows and how I get light. I’ve been painting a lot. I actually painted a picture of Xavier and gave if to him before he left. Right now I’m working on the view from my room when I look down. Then I’m going to do it from all different angles. I think it would be even cooler if I did it do a room, then it would seem like you were there. I’m also trying to convince my parents to rent out a studio for me. They are home! I just asked my mother and she said it’s fine, but that I have to go to alumni week. It’s a week in February for college people to come and for the alumni to intro introduce their kids. My mom went to Yale, my dad when to Dartmouth. So they want me to go to a good college also.


I’m so happy the babies came, they are so cute. My friend Leighton’s mom just had a baby. It’s a little girl and they named her Blake. She is sooo cute. Though Brett and Kurt sound adorable to. They won’t look as fragile after a while though. Once they start crawling around and getting teeth. They will chew on things so I’d keep your door closed, they also like to touch people. Just like holding on to you or you hair of even your finger. I can’t wait to here what Mr. and Mrs. Richardson say about it. I love spoiling people. They should take me up on my offer. I sure would. I think they’ll really enjoy it because we have our maid and out personal chef that work their when we come and they can get them coming or not. They are live in help. Even the nanny or even me coming will be living their and making food. They can meet the person and leave any instruction they need to.

How could you not remind me your birthday was coming up? I’m so very Sorry. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY! I can’t believe I almost forgot your birthday I would feel like the worst person ever. At first thought I had no idea what to get you. I mean What should I get you but then I thought and I decided. So I sent you a basket of things though it might becoming late. I really wish you would have at least reminded me. I felt so bad I went a little over board. I mean not that overboard. Okay I went really overboard but it wasn’t that bad. But it seems worse the more I think about it. So Happy birthday. Tell me if you like everything in the next letter. Also, NEVER do that again. I need prep time for these things. I’ve already started on Ryan and Harmony.

Finally the letter to Harmony and Ryan was just a congratulations, and a thank you. I want them to know how happy I was for them and how much some things they did meant to me. It was just a good friendly note. But I got back another thank you and I still have asked where there registered, I must to that. I hope your having loads of fun with Sparkle, he sounds like loads of joy and fun. Is he neutered? I mean you don’t really want him getting around.

Love,

Evan


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Dear Harmony,

So I am coming, and I’m going with the all dairy plate. I just want to ask how formal? I mean tuxedo, two button, three button, a vest? I need to know these things. I was also wondering where you are registering at, and if you could sent me a good picture of you and Ryan. I have a very good Idea coming from that. Are you guys going to move out after you get married, get a house or apartment of your own? Where are you going for your honeymoon? Sorry that made me feel like I was asking something to personal, you don’t have to answer that. Finally what do you really want as a gift for your wedding?

Love,

Evan

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Unlike usual, Ian-Alexandre wrote back the day after he got Evan's letter. Everyone else was so busy, and he had absolutely nothing to do. He'd spent most of the last week locked in his bedroom, and he hadn't even noticed the passing of his birthday. Ever since he was little, he'd go into random bouts of horrible depression, and it seemed to him like he was going through another one. The only things that could make him smile were Brett, Sparkle, and the letter and gifts from Evan. He hadn't gone through the basket yet, since he wanted Ryan to be there. Ryan usually brought Evan's letters and gifts to Alex, but he hadn't this time, and Alex even knew he saw the basket.


Dear Evan,

I started school in August. I’m finally caught up to where I should be, so I actually get to graduate this year. I’ve got calculus, and English Literature, and chemistry, and world history. Those were the only classes the place Dr. Richardson gets my curriculum from that I hadn’t done. I think it’s all really easy, except for the calculus. I hate math so much. It should go rot somewhere. Caleb keeps telling me that I need to at least try to go to public school again, but I won’t. I realize that high school students are a bit more mature than the bullies in third grade who made me have an allergic reaction of some sort every day, but I still couldn’t deal with it. I’d constantly be scared, and miserable.

I’m sorry about you and Xavier, but I’m glad you’re okay. I can understand how a relationship like that would be too hard. I really don’t have much else to say about that, and if you were expecting me to have a huge speech on how sorry I was for you, I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to say. I guess it just proves how horrible I am that I can’t even feel sorry for my best friend after he broke up with someone. Maybe it’s because I hate it when people or sorry for me. Or maybe it’s because I’m a cold-hearted b*****d, I don’t know. And I just realized how evil I sounded in that paragraph, and I’m sorry. I’ve had a really bad day, and I’m in a horrible mood. I’ve had to listen to Caleb whine all day about how much he missed me, and bla bla bla. I swear to god, I could just kill him, and be perfectly happy afterwards. I wish he would just leave me alone, and I honestly thought he would. But no. Dumb Ryan had to put him in the wedding party, too, so every time we go do wedding stuff, he’s there, and whining. Anyway, rant over before I get really pissed. Pardon my language in this paragraph, I’m just mad. As a matter of fact, I’m going to stop writing until I cool off.

It’s been three hours, and I’ve cooled off. Sorry I snapped like that. When you mentioned breaking up, it just made me really angry, because it made me think about stuff I didn’t want to think about. Like how annoyed I am at Caleb, and how it’s so hopeless for me to ever find someone, and all that fun stuff that makes me upset. I think that’s the first time I’ve ever actually snapped in a letter, and it’s made me feel horrible. I’m not mad at you, I swear.

I know it’s horrible of me, but Brett’s my favorite. Kurt cries all the time, and when he’s not crying, he’s babbling and trying to pull my lip rings out. But little Brett just lays there. He cries when he’s hungry, or needs his diaper changed, or when you take his stuffed penguin away, but other than that, he’s quiet. He’s the only one I’ll hold, because he doesn’t try to rip my lip off. He does like to hold fingers though, and try to talk. At least, I think he’s trying to talk. He coos, and babbles when someone’s holding him. It’s insanely adorable. And he giggles if you play peek-a-boo with him. I’m going to put a picture Mrs. Richardson took of him in here. I was holding him, and she took it over my shoulder, so ignore my hair. And they’ll probably send you a letter when they decide. They’re really busy, and stuff.

I’m sorry I forgot to remind you about my birthday. To be honest, I didn’t even remember it. It’s so busy here, that we didn’t do anything for it. I don’t even think I got a happy birthday from anyone, and to be honest, I like it that way. I hate my birthday. It makes me think of my mom. She used to throw me huge parties, and I’d have all my friends over, and have special cake. And even though we were poor, she would always get me what I wanted, no matter how expensive it was. The year before she died, she gave me this necklace, that I still wear. It’s a silver chain, with a silver box. The box is only an inch tall, and maybe ¾ inch wide. She said to write my wishes down, and fold them up and stick them in the box, so they’d always be close to my heart. I remember that the first wish I had was for a huge blanket. And when I got the huge blanket, my mom told me to take that wish out, crumple it up, and throw it away, and make a new one. I still do that. The sad thing is, I’ve had the same wish in here since I was sixteen. Two years, and I’m still waiting. That’s the longest I’ve had one in there. I actually thought the wish I had before that one wouldn’t come true, but my neighbor made it come true. He would sneak me food every day, and I had wished for a notebook, so I could write. He finally brought me one. I would tell you what my wish right now is, but that would be breaking the rules. I’m not allowed to tell until it comes true.

Thank you for the birthday presents. You didn’t have to get me anything. I have to admit that I haven’t gone through it yet. All I’ve done was pull the blanket out, because it’s pretty. I don’t want to go through it until Ryan actually takes the time to come talk to me like he used to, because he always helps me with my presents. I know, I’m lame, but he’s the only brother I have, and I know it’s selfish, but I feel like he’s forgotten about me since the engagement. Harmony’s busier than he is, and she still takes the time to talk to me, and stuff. Anyway, I’ll be sure to tell you exactly what I think of everything once Ryan comes and helps me dig through it. I have to say that I love the quilt, though. It’s very warm. I’m sorry I didn’t give you any warning, I just forgot about my birthday. I’m sorry. And that’s a really weird sentence to write. I haven’t celebrated a birthday, or a holiday in nearly three years, so I tend to forget about them.

Thank you for telling me. Harmony’s made it seem like a top-secret file, o something. She wouldn’t even let me stick the latest note she wrote in here without it being in a special envelope. She’s crazy. And, yes, Sparkle is neutered. They made us neuter him at the pound when we got him. And even if we hadn’t, our house is way out of the city, a good half hour, and there’s really no other houses around. The closest house is over a mile away, and they don’t have any cats. I love that kitten to death. He’s really the only thing I actually talk to, besides my plants.

Love,
Alex

P.S Sorry I was all weird this letter. I’ve been getting really depressed lately for no reason. At least I don’t get mad as easily, and when I do get mad, I go somewhere secluded until I’m happy again.

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Dear Evan,

I have to say as a good person, that you’ll probably live to regret getting the no-dairy plate. I have no clue how Ian eats that stuff all the time, it tastes so horrible. It’s not the most formal wedding, since it’s going to be outside, and there’s really not that many people. I would like it if you would wear a suit, though I know for sure that there will be quite a few people who won’t be in one. Like I said, it’s not the most formal thing ever. I’ve put our engagement announcement picture in here. Ignore Ryan’s glasses, his contact ripped when he was putting it in before we left. We have an apartment, that my grandparent’s are furnishing. They bought my older sister all her furniture and appliances when she got married, so they’re doing the same for Ryan and I. We’re going to Florence for our honeymoon, though we’re only staying a week. We decided that it was more important for the money to go to actually starting our lives together, than to the honeymoon. We’re registered at Target, for the dishes, and other little stuff like that, and at Bed, Bath & Beyond for the towels, wash cloths, pillows and bedding. What we need the most is bedding. We have none at all.

Love,
Harmony Ann Brashares

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Evan hadn’t been happy lately, nothing had been going right and all. He hadn’t been able to be happy since he had gotten Alex’s letter, and even that reminded him of things he didn’t want to remember. He had taken forever to write because he didn’t know what to write, it was never anything happy and the more he thought about it the less happy things he had to say. What could he say, his mother was back in the hospital, she was barely conscious with the drugs she was on and his father was gone escaping his mother’s illness, going back into work alcoholic mode. His father didn’t want to face the fact that his wife was truly sick, she was sick and it was worse than last time, so much worse. So he focused on his school work and he went to the hospital after school. He didn’t mind the hospital other than the floor his mother was on smelled like death. His mother was in the intensive care unit and she hadn’t seemed to be getting much better. How could he be happy? He didn’t know.


Dear Alex,

I’m so sorry I haven’t written to you in a long while, I haven’t been to great. I mean things have just been getting worse and worse. A few days before I got your letter my mother was gardening and I was helping by watering the plants. Everything was going fine until I heard a thud in the other room, my mother had passed out. It scared the hell out of me. So I called 911 and got her into a chair, trying to wake her up. By the time the ambulance got there she was still out cold and they took her to the hospital and I rode along in the ambulance. Everything was moving so fast and before I knew it we were there but all I could think about was if she was going to be ok. The moment we got to the hospital she was taken and I waited in the waiting area filling out forms and calling by father. My father joined me about twenty minutes after we got there and we waited. It seemed like such a long time to wait. My dad’s assistant Marguerite even came along. I’m just so worried that she won’t make it this time, and for some reason I just can’t say that out loud, because it seems like if I don’t say it, it won’t be true. For a while I considered writing you back, but I had nothing happy to say, nothing was working for me, and I didn’t want you depressed. I sent the letter anyways because you should know no matter how much I want to hide it.

Its has been almost two weeks since that day. I’m truly sorry I didn’t write. My mother is getting better, she is actually awake at times now, but with all the drugs she’s on it doesn’t happen all to often. I’m still worried as hell, but not as much as I used to be. She seems to know I’m there, and her friends have even sent her flowers and things. My father on the other hand has gone away on yet other business trip, and will be back in about four days. He seems to leave to escape her, but I know he loves her. He just doesn’t like seeing his active wife took so incompetent. So I understand his pain in some ways but I still think he should be at her side with me.

Brett sounds adorable. He is adorable actually, I don’t think I’ve seen a cuter baby. Kurt will get better though, but they will probably be very different. Which I don’t find that had to believe because most twins are different. I don’t really think they mind that you have favorites. I mean I don’t really think they can process that. And if there were to babies and one of them tried to pull out any of my piercings while the other different I’d have favorites to. Don’t worry about Ryan, he’ll come around, but It’s good Harmony’s finding time for you. I think it’s because she’s a girl, girls are weird but they understand, they perceive better than most males. Ryan’s just busy, and he will come and help, I promise.

Just to let you know you are not a cold hearted b*****d. I find you quite friendly most of the time. You know you could always tell Caleb that you need your space. He might get hurt though so I’m not that sure on that theory yet. Is Caleb clingy? What is he whining about? Dish. I don’t need to know these things but I really want to. I mean I try not to be nosy but it’s so hard not to be. That would be one of my faults. I don’t mind much I enjoy being in the loop. Sadly it’s gotten me into trouble over the years. So I was at a brunch and I had just found out the this girl named Leighton had just broken up with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend’s name is Dominic by the way. So I was sitting at this table with mostly girls listening them chat about how hot Dominic was and so I told them that him and Leighton had broken up the night before. You should have seen those girls rush from that table. They were all over him. Though I had forgotten that they break up quite frequently (on and off couple) so it might have been one of those times, and it was. Dominic didn’t care he grabbed the hottest girl and took her into another room, and Leighton walked in on them. Which led to them fighting with each other, then with me, and then Dominic wanted to fight me. But thankfully his mother said it wasn’t civilized to fight and that ended.

I don’t mind that you forgot your birthday. The weddings coming up soon, so I understand your busy, and I get why you don’t like it now that you have explained it to me. I have a party to go to right about the time of the wedding. It’s some party for my parents people thingy, but I have to go. So what color suit? I can go with classic black, a navy, a light sky blue, a purple suit (though I don’t look that great in purple), a sea foam green, or a white suit (though it gets dirty so easily). What do you think? I could even do a red if I really wanted to, but I don’t think I look good in red. I’m sending you pictures of me in each one so you can help me choose.

Love,

Evan

P.S. It is never hopeless for someone to find someone.

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Dear Harmony,

Personally I really don’t think I’ll regret getting the all dairy plate, but I’ll trust you. I mean if I have to I’ll just swallow it and smile, or even eat something before so that I’ll have no problems with it. I don’t think I will have problems eating it. I’ve actually became quite fond of it, and there must be some vegetables. So Ian’s helping choose my suit color, though he doesn’t know it. He thinks it’s for my parent’s party for their friends. I hate lying to him but in the end he should be happy. I mean I would be happy if a friend I had never met came. Do you want me to send the bedding now or later. I kind of want to bring it with me, but if you take it I’ll still have a great gift that you’ll love that I’ve been working on. You’re going to love it and I’m not going to tell you what it is. Florence is lovely, my parents went their over the summer along with other places in Europe and they loved it, you’ll want to bring your camera. Lastly get Ryan to talk to Ian, I know Ryan’s busy but your busier and you still find time to talk to him. So go get Ryan to help him open his birthday basket. Don’t make a big deal over his birthday though. I mean I make a big deal about all celebrations but he told me he doesn’t like his birthday. Don’t try and do a party or anything, he doesn’t need that. You don’t even have to mention it if you don’t want to. So things for you to do 1: do your wedding stuff. 2: get Ryan to spend some time with Ian 3: help Ian pick my suit color, so you know what I look like and what suit I should wear. Thanks for everything.

Love,

Evan

P.S. Really thank you I mean it.

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Dear Evan,

I’m really sorry about your mom. I guess this just proves how stupid I really am. I have absolutely no clue what to say. If it’s any indication, I’ve stared at this blank page for nearly an hour, trying to think what to say. I mean, I know what to say for most of the letter, except for the first part. If you haven’t already noticed, I don’t know what to say to make people feel better. So, all I can say is that I’m sorry about your mom, and that I hope she gets better soon. I can not believe how long it has taken me to even think of what to say in this lousy excuse of a paragraph, so I’m just going to move on. I really am sorry for how insensitive that sounded, but I just don’t know what to say. It seems all I can do lately is make myself seem like a cold-hearted idiot.

Ryan finally came and helped me yesterday. I got your letter today, by the way. Harmony has put me on bed rest, or something like that, because I sneezed yesterday. She flipped out, and went on for, like, half an hour about how I was too cold-natured to be expected to stand outside for an entire wedding ceremony, and how if I didn’t get over the cold, she was going to have to make a cardboard cut-out of me to take my place in the wedding, and wouldn’t that be terrible? I think that was pretty much her exact words, just, like, shortened. Thank you for everything you sent, by the way. Mostly the quilt, though. I absolutely love it. And the fairy tales. You really didn’t have to do anything though.

Yes, Caleb is clingy. It’s insanely annoying. I mean, he was the one who broke up with me, he shouldn’t be the one who’s being clingy. I really don’t know what his problem is. As soon as I get in the same room as his, he’s like right next to me, and blabbing on about nothing. And then when I don’t say anything, he gets upset, and asks me what’s wrong, and why am I not smiling? And then he gets upset because he thinks I hate him, and started asking if there’s anything he can do for me. and when I say no, he gets all weird, and shuts up, and just stands there until I come up with something he can do for me. It’s just weird. Harmony says he still loves me, but I say she’s crazy. I mean, I seriously doubt he even loved me in the first place. I think it was just a crush, like I had with him. I’ve been avoiding him, because he’s just being really weird, and I don’t like it. At least he hasn’t been physically clingy. That might have pushed me over the edge.

I don’t think being nosy is a bad thing. I like to be in the know, and all. I’m usually not, but I like to be. I’m glad that Dominic didn’t fight you, because I can’t imagine that ending well. Of course, all the fights I’ve been in/seen have ended with me passing out, or someone dying, so I guess I’m a pessimist when it comes to that kind of thing. And I actually have to take that back. I’ve been in two fights that didn’t make me pass out. The one in third grade when I punched the kid for touching me, and then the one I had with my brother before he went to college. And that doesn’t really count as a fight because all it was was him yelling at me for being such a wuss, and then I hit him with a book, and he kneed me, and left. I think I was eight or nine then. I don’t remember. It was before my dad found out about the gay thing, and locked me up.

The wedding is next week, and you should see everyone running around. We’ve had guys in the backyard building this giant tent, and all these benches. They’ve been stamping through my garden though, and it makes me unhappy. And they had to trim my willow tree a little bit, so I’m unhappy about that. I finally got my suit, and I think I look dumb in it. But I won’t say anything about it, because it makes Harmony happy. I’m just glad I’m not a girl, so I don’t have to wear one of the silly bride’s maid dresses. They’re all puffy, and gauzy, and the green is quite ugly, in my opinion. I have to say, I found it funny when Melody tried hers on, because she looked like a piece of giant, fluffy celery.

I think you should go with the black suit. And I hope you have fun at the party.

Love,

Ian-Alexandre Remington Hauk

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Dear Evan,

I think you will regret it. The lady who’s catering the reception made me taste it, since she’d never worked with soy milk before, and it wasn’t good. Remi said it was, but he’s used to it. Just bring the bedding with you. The wedding’s next week, and all, so there’s no point in sending it when you’ll be here so soon. I’m pretty sure Ian told you to wear the black one, but ignore him. He did a dumb thing and asked Ryan which color, and Ryan said black. It’s not Remi’s favorite, though. He’s been staring at the picture of you in the navy one for a long time. Since I came here, which was about fifteen minutes ago. So, go with the navy. That’s one of Ian’s worst points. He tries so hard to make all of us happy, and it usually makes him give something up. And no one tried to do anything for his birthday. I actually think Caleb, Dr Richardson, and I were the only ones who remembered. Dr Richardson threw him a party last year, and it sent him into one of his weird flashbacks, and he sobbed for a long time, so no one tried anything this year. He didn’t even have a cake, or a special dinner, or anything. Caleb gave him a card, with money, but that was it. I want to thank you for coming to the wedding, I just know it will mean so much to Ian. I wish I could explain how happy you make him, but I can’t. The poor thing barely ever smiles, and only three things make him smile; the letters, Brett, and his garden. Well, and his kitty.

Anyway, thank you for wanting to come. It’s really going to make Ian so happy, and that means a lot to us.

Sincerely,

Harmony Ann Brashares

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Evan sat in the small jet his head leaning against a pillow dozing in and out of sleep. He was heading to Ian’s house to go to Ryan and Harmony’s wedding. It was would be amazing ,or at least that’s what he thought. He was finally going to meet everyone he had heard about. Everyone Ian had been telling him about for the many years they had been writing about he would meet and he really couldn’t believe it. How would Ian take it. Would he totally freak out of would he just not even want to talk to him. Would he be mad at him for lying? He didn’t know but he was content and happy as he laid out on the leather seats. The seats were soft and he knew the plain would be landing soon. Then he would be driven to Ian’s house and call Harmony to tell her that he was on the way. As he sat their her wondered if Ian would even want him there. What if he didn’t want him there he couldn’t imagine what would happen if that was the real truth.

Sooner than he thought the plane started down in the sky and he knew he would soon hit the ground. He was getting crazy inside. He wanted to meet Ian so badly but in some other ways he didn’t. What if he wasn’t what Ian expected. What if Ian wasn’t what he expected. What if they all hated him. He really hoped they didn’t from what he had heard they all sounded like great people but what would they think of him? What if he didn’t live up to the impressions that Ian had set out for him; He was so happy he had brought gifts for everyone. It would be a good way to suck up. A purse for Mrs. Richardson, a book for Mr. Richardson, Wedding presents for Ryan and Harmony, scarves for Ian and baby toys for the twins. Hopefully they liked them all and hopefully they didn’t wind him coming to Montana to go to the wedding.

He soon got off the plane and he walked down the steps of the jet, the steps made a clanging noise as he stepped down each one. There was fourteen steps he was so nervous he counted the steps, he never counted the steps but for some reason he had to keep his mind off going but as his attendants brought out his luggage he knew he couldn’t keep his mind off of it. He watched them pull out his three suitcases, a suitcase with presents, the basket of things for Ryan and Harmony, and the painting that was also for Ryan and Harmony. He knew Ryan and Harmony would love the painting and he thought that Harmony would like him at least. So after all of the things were loaded in his car he watched them wave goodbye and he stepped into the back of the car calling Harmony and leaving a message. The message said that he was coming.

The trip to the house was long but he soon found himself out in the country. There were miles of open space and he had barely ever seen anything like this. Their was so much open space. It was huge and he knew that one day he would want a property like that. It would be a place he could have a huge house, he could have gardens and they could have tons of plants. He could also have animals, horses, cows, and many other things, he wanted that. He knew that now. He couldn’t get his mind off that fact and the hour or so that passed as he rode in the car made him happy. He was fearless now he was confident that they would like them. He had been nice to them and he had never insulted them. He hadn’t given them a reason to not like him so he wasn’t worried about it anymore. Evan sat on the black leather seats in a pair of red acid washed denim skinny jeans, a red, light blue, dark blue Darcy plaid woven button down shirt with a gray vest. Then over that he had an officer’s peacoat. He thought he looked good.

Later that day her was finally there. It was a beautiful house and he was glad to be there. As the car stopped he waited in the car until he was ready to go out. When he was finally ready to leave the car he went outside think weather or not to grab the present’s. He decided against it and just walked to the door. He walked slowly his arms stretched in long strides and he kept going until he made it to the door then stood at the door and rang it. He waited anticipatedly. This was the final moments, he would be able to meet everyone he wanted to meet. He would be able to have a great impression on people. So he stood there waiting for the moments ahead moments he didn’t know if he could wait for.

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Ian-Alexnadre’s day had been normal so far. Well, as normal a day could be with people bustling about like it was the end of the world. The wedding was tomorrow, and it appeared that everyone in the house except for Ian, Ryan, and the twins were about to have a fit over it. Ryan had been warned by Mr. Richardson the day after they engagement to stay out of the way. All Ryan had to do, according to his father, was to show up for the wedding, and say the right vows. And Ryan had listened. He stayed away from the house as much as possible, and the little time he was there, he was playing Guitar Hero with Ian.

That was what they were doing at that moment. They were playing Guitar Hero III, battle mode, and Ian was winning. By a landslide, I might add. For all Alex lacked in size, and physical strength, he made up for in hand-eye coordination. As Caleb, Ryan, and Harmony had all learned the hard way, it was nearly impossible to beat him at video games. Their living room was built for watching tv, and video games. The tv was huge, and expensive, and there were three leather couches angled around it. Ryan refused to sit while playing Guitar Hero, and was standing in front of the middle couch, which Ian was curled up on. He was buried beneath his typical quilt, his arms out just enough to hold the guitar. They probably would have stayed like that all day, had it not been for Harmony. Her phone had rung, and then she had come barreling down the stairs like a mad-woman.

She yanked the guitar out of Alex’s hand, and stood in front of him, hands to her hips. “You, sir, are to go upstairs this instant, and put clothes on. REAL clothes. Not the sweat things you usually wear. I’ll let you wear a hoodie, but I want jeans on those legs, little mister! Go, go, go.” Harmony clapped her hands on each go, to add emphasis to the words, and make Ian hurry up. It worked, I might add. Alex’s eyes had grown to the size of saucers as she made the little speech, and by the time she had got to the last ‘go’, he was on his feet, and scampering towards the stairs. He wasn’t sure what her problem was the last few days. She had made him go down to the apartment in the basement, and make sure it was presentable for guests, giving a ‘you’ll see’ as an explanation when he asked why. And then she had made him make sure his room was spotless, much to Mrs. Richardson’s happiness.

Ian-Alexandre quickly made his way to his room, quilt wrapped around his shoulders. He loved his room. It had the perfect view of his tree, and his garden. The tree had the tent in front of it already, for the wedding the next day, and the seats were already set up, the pale blue gauze connecting the rows in their place, the wind gently blowing them. They’d got the first snow of winter the night before, and it had made it look perfect outside. With a small, happy sigh, Ian wandered towards his closet, and stared at his clothes. With his nose wrinkled, he reached in, and pulled out the eye chart tee that Evan had given him, his typical gray skinny jeans, and the patchwork hoodie that Evan had given them, quickly changing his clothes. Alex didn’t see why she was so urgent about it, since the rehearsal dinner wasn’t until six, and even then he’d have to be dressed up. But it was almost her wedding day, so Alex would pity her.

Once he was clothed, he grabbed his quilt, and headed back down the stairs, nearly running into Harmony. With her lips pursed, and nose wrinkled, she gave him a quick glance-over, giving a small, approving nod, before scurrying off to do whatever she had been doing in the first place. Alex assumed that she was getting everything ready in the dining room for the dinner that night, and the reception the next. As happy as he was that Ryan and Harmony were getting married, Ian-Alexandre hated the fact that his house would be filled with people for the next two days. He liked to be alone, or with people he knew well. Lately, even being around Caleb had been a stretch, since the older boy had been being unusually clingy.

Alex finished his walk down the stairs, frowning when he saw Caleb sitting on the couch. Great. That would be why Harmony had made him get dressed, he supposed. With a small sigh, Ian walked into the living room, and sat on the couch to the right, as far from Caleb as he could get. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Caleb, Caleb was one of his best friends, but with how clingy the boy had been lately, it made Alex feel better to be out of touching distance. Touching just freaked him out. Not as much as it used to, but it still did. About the only people who could get by with touching him were Ryan, Harmony, Brett, and occasionally Caleb.

It was almost funny how Caleb’s face lit up when Ian walked into the room. The poor boy started rambling the second Ian’s rear hit the couch. Luckily for him, he didn’t have to listen long before the door rang. Harmony came busting out from the kitchen, and literally ran over to Ian-Alexandre. “Remi, I think you should get it. I, um, I need Caleb to come help me with the flowers. And Ryan needs to go help his mom with Kurt, don’t you Ryan?” Ian gave her a weird glance, before shrugging slightly, and standing up. He couldn’t see the harm in answering the door, as long as it wasn’t some shrink come to take him back to the horrid hospital. Of course, Alex highly doubted that Dr. Richardson would allow that. Alex hadn’t had another break-down since the Caleb incident.

He wrapped his quilt a bit more tightly around his shoulders as he walked to the doorway, and opened the door, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Evan. Even though Ian-Alexandre had only seen a few pictures of Evan, he would recognize him anywhere. Being as obsessed as he was, Alex had stared at the few pictures he had for hours. Part of him wanted to throw his arms around Evan in a huge hug, part wanted to run into his room and hide, and the other part wanted to ask him why he wasn’t at his parents party. In the end, he went with a mixture of the first and last one. With a very small smile, Ian walked forward, and just wrapped his arms around Evan’s waist, inwardly congratulating himself for not freaking out when they touched. “Evan. Why are you here?”

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Evan stood alone on the porch thinking, only seconds ago he had pushed the door bell and immediate thoughts had come to his mind. What if this wasn’t the right thing. What if everything turned into a disaster and it was his entire fault. Like with what happened to Blair. He didn’t want that to happen again, he didn’t want to hurt Alex either. Alex had been through so much already he didn’t want him to have to deal with anymore pain. With anymore problems and hurt. He didn’t know what it was like to go through something as traumatic as Ian-Alexandre had. Personally he hoped he would never have to and still be living, though he was happy Alex was still alive. He really didn’t know what he’d do without him. And even though to some people it seemed like Evan was always the person taking care or Alex it never was actually that way. Alex would listen to whatever he wrote down on paper. Whatever he told him Alex didn’t tell, and Alex never judged him. He never told him what to do he let him make his own mistakes. This was something he greatly valued from their friendship.

There was something so different about the two of them that made them so alike. Even though Evan had been raised in the most wealthy family and in the best neighborhood; Never having to lift a finger other than to do homework, he couldn’t help but still value his family so much more since the time Ian-Alexandre had told him his story; Though Remi never had to ever tell him anything, the thought that even over letters Ian- Alexandre was that comfortable made him feel amazing. How could you not feel amazing, he couldn’t explain the sorrow he had felt over the last month and a half, but with that little bit of amazing in the back of his mind he made it through.

The only reason Evan had been untimely sad was because of his mother. She had finally gotten better over the summer. She had been back to her old self. She started yoga and jogging again. She got back with her personal trainer and started eating healthier and cutting back on sweets to make sure she could see the day when Evan got married or so she could just grow old. She was trying so hard and it just had to come back and ruin his father’s life and hope again. It wasn’t like his father to be sad, but he genuinely loved his wife. He was still in love with her too so he could understand why he was so utterly speechless when it came back. But he was a trooper so he kept going to work to earn money so that she could get better again and that’s all Evan could ask from his dad.

Now he stood outside in front of Ian-Alexandre’s home. The world outside covered in a blanket of snowy white. It was cold but for some reason he enjoyed it. He enjoyed every second. His mother had been taken out of intensive care before he left on the plane and she could now talk and complain to the nurses and her assistants. She had three assistants, which Evan thought was crazy but ‘What the Hell’ who cares she can have as many as she wants. The one that had been around the longest was Elliot. Elliot had long brown hair which was always pinned into a tight bun and a tight suit was always on her body. She must have been the same age as my mother, but neither my mother nor Elliot looked that way. They both looked young, younger than all the other mothers he knew, but thankfully for Elliot, Evans mother was the prettiest. Evan’s mom didn’t like people prettier than her to work with her unless they were guys. And in her industry they were most likely gay. Her second and third assistants’ were named Marina and Roslyn. They were both tall with light brown hair and pale and a ghosts, Marina was about thirty-four while Roslyn was twenty-four, just out of grad school and new to the business. Marina was the girl who kept Evan updated on how his mom was doing, while all Roslyn got to do was go get whatever his mother wanted.

The few minutes that Evan spent waiting where all spent in thought. Thoughts about his mom and his recent text message to him that his mom was back to herself again, yelling at the nurses for bringing her food, and for not giving her, her own room. Now she was situated with her own room with a nice view, doing work on her computer with Gilmore Girls reruns on, eating her favorite pasta from her all time favorite restaurant. His dad was undeniably happy. He hadn’t seemed better. He even decided to go to the hospital to visit, then sent her, her favorite flowers. All was well in the world. And when the door was finally opened he saw Ian-Alexandre in a patchwork hoodie and grey skinny jeans wrapped in a quilt. And in that moment it occurred to him how attractive Alex was. He was so cute and adorable in a way Evan couldn’t understand. He couldn’t help but have a smile slip onto his face as he watched Remi get totally stunned that Evan was there. But after he seemed to decided what to do all was well.

He watched Alex walk forward a step in his quilt and wrapped his arms around his waist. Evan cheered in his head for Evan knowing how hard touching was for the boy. He wanted to burst out but he contained himself and wrapped his strong arms just as tight as Alex did around Alex’s small waist. Evan noticed just how skinny Alex was when he wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist and he couldn’t believe how small he was. He absolutely loved it, but he kept himself from acting on impulse and picking him up and spinning him around. The next thing that came out of Alex’s mouth was a question he had been waiting for. ‘Evan. Why are you here?’ Why was he here? He was here to finally see Alex, to see Ryan and Harmony get married, to meet Brett and Curt, to meet everyone, but mostly for Ian-Alexandre and the Wedding. “I am here, because I wanted to come to the wedding,” he said pausing with a small happy sigh “And because I wanted to finally meet you.” He said smiling finally letting go of Alex and pulling. He could sense what was coming next, so he just went ahead and said it. “Don’t worry about my parent’s party; it’s been put on hold for a while.” All Evan could do right now was smile, smile, smile and smile some more. And for once he was content with that.

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Ian's mind was still refusing to believe that Evan was actually there; that it wasn't just a dream. It had happened plenty of times before. He'd dream Evan was there, and everything would be going insanely perfect, and them, BAM! it would be morning, and he'd be alone. As much as he enjoyed those dreams while they lasted, he hated having to wake up from them. But now, he actually was there. It was just too bad that the wedding was the next day, and that he'd have to leave. God, Evan had been there barely a couple minutes, and Ian was already dreading when he left. He just knew that he would go into one of his weird depressions, and that Dr. Richardson would be trying to break in his room to make him come out, Mrs. Richardson would be making Caleb make the pasta he loved, and Harmony would be climbing up a ladder to get him out through the window.

As extreme as that sounded, it had happened before. Only once, but it still happened. When Ian-Alexandre got depressed, he locked himself in his room, and refused to talk to anyone. Harmony had not taken that well at all. She'd stoled the ladder out of the agrden shed, and had propped it against his window, and climbed right in, unlocking his door so that Dr. Richardson could come in, and do his weird, analyzing thing. Ian-Alexandre had very nearly hated Harmony after that. It was so hard to hate her, though. She was just a little package of fun. And little was right. Harmony was barely 5'3" tall, and couldn't weight more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. Her hair was probably her best asset, however. It was perfectly straight, and sleek, and bright orange. Her sister's hair was just as pretty, only black. Seeing those two together almost always made Ian-Alexandre laugh. Melody was 5'11" according to her, though Dr. Richardson assumed that she was actually closer to 6'1".

Alex had to bite back a small 'eep' when Evan hugged him back, fighting every instinct in him that wanted to scream and run away. Evan wouldn't hurt him, just like he'd never hurt Evan. He just kept telling himself that over and over and over again, and it actually worked. Usually thast didn't work, and he'd have to carefully remove himself from whoever was hugging him, and run. It's what he'd done when Dr. Richardson's mom had hugged him. He'd pulled back, and then walked back a good twenty steps. That was one of the most awkward days of his life since moving in with the Richardsons'.

It was almost funny how Evan had answered his question before he'd even asked it. The party had been postponed. That had to be fate helping them out, right? Right. No matter how many times Ryan told him that fate wasn't real, it just made everything better. It made even the most boring and simple of things seem romantic. Well, to Ian, anyways. There was a reason that Ryan called him a girl, after all. All those fairy tales had turned his mind romantic. Everything, no matter how horrible, would end in a happy ending, right? Perfect example; Rapunzel. She and the prince had gotten married in the tower, he made her pregnant. Then the witch found him, and pushed him out of the tower, blinding him. Rapunzel moved to a coastal village, where she had her twins. Then, one day, the prince showed up at the village, found the hopeless Rapunzel, and when her tears fell in his eyes, he could see again.

Forcing his mind back to the present, Alex tightened his grip around Evan's waist for a moment, almost wishing that Evan hadn't stopped hugging him. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, he had fallen for Evan through their letters. What wasn't to love about him? He was gorgeous, and so kind, and even if he did make mistakes like any other person, he was the closest thing to perfect that Remi had ever seen. He knew that he would never stand a chance with Evan, but he could hope, right? And hope he did. He knew he was probably a MAJOR disappointment in the looks department, especially compared to Evan. Evean could probably get just about anyone he wanted, and he definitely deserved better than Ian-Alexandre. He was just a messed up, ugly little child.

He should probably give Evan the complete warnings list, and the tour, huh? After he pulled himself away from Evan, he gave the taller boy a small smile, and then took a step back into the house. "I should warn you to stay away from Caleb for a while. He's in a bad mood. If you want to come in, I can show you to the guest room, and then introduce you, if you want." Ian-Alexandre stopped there, and reached up to tug on one of his lip rings for a moment, before shrugging. "Or I could show you around outside before it gets even colder." Ian-Alexandre couldn't stand the cold at all, especially since there was snow on the ground. He knew that he would be shivering for a good hour before he warmed up, even just standing on the porch for the few minutes he'd been there.

Alex glanced down at his feet when he felt something rubbing against his legs, his smile gorwing slightly when he saw Sparkle. Might as well introduce Evan to the cat first. He bent doown, and picked the white fluff ball of a kitten up, scartching behind his ears gently. That earned him a purr from the kitten, and his smile grew even more. He held the kitten towards Evan slightly, keeping one finger moving over the cat's ears. "This is Sparkle, and he's just about the best kitty ever."

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