A NOTE

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Sawyer never thought himself as ``sappy`` but when it came to a certain girl, he really couldn't contain it. Besides, this was a 17 year old James we're talking about here, his Pa' was always the charmer in his younger days and he guess that James got that from him. He stared at the lined piece of paper in his hand, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, he was sitting in a desk in his new dorm room which he shared with a weird female. Fun.

What to write, what to write.



Dear Illyana,

I know, this note isn't quite me but I'm trying, really I am. I ain't no pervert or whatever but I do fancy you to the max, I think your beauty is natural and I'm drawn to that sort of beauty. I'd like to apologize for embarrassing you infront of your room mates, them gals seem to have it set on me that I'll hurt you. Who can say I will? Karma, perhaps. Maybe if this goes well, I'll actually have someone to talk to about my past, it's dark.

Anyways, enough sappy dribbling from me. I ain' gonna bother you no more if you don't want me too, I'm 17 afterall and I have a life ahead of me. If you'd like to go to a movie or something of the sort soon, send me a letter back.

Thanks.
-James Ford. *random scribbles of something that looks like a heart or something......*

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Illyana stared at the note for a very long time as she sat on her bed. This was a first for her. No one had ever liked her for anything but her power and her realm. She finally withdrew her parchment paper and wrote a letter in response.





Illyana slid the note into an envelope and then went down to James' room. She slid the note under his door and returned to her room.

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James sat in his desk chair, postively brooding at this moment, he hadn't half the mind to check to see if she wrote him back; he stood and made his way to the door and found a nice piece of parchment in a nice little envelope.

He read and then scribbled down a response:


Dear Illyana,

Phew! Am glad to hear that those girls won't tear me apart (wait...will they?!). Honestly, they frighten me a bit and I don't think I could be over at your place and be in one piece as it were. I ain't afraid of many things but women wielding weapons in my genital general direction...er, yeah.

Wow...I'm astonished, really, I am. Never thought a girl would consider herself ``comfortable`` around me. Ain't that suave when it comes to being ``normal`` around girls, never had the chance I reckon.

Sweeeet. What would you like to do then?

-JAMES


Sawyer ran down the hall and tacked it to her door, knocking lightly, he hurriedly grabbed his saggy jeans and ran his shirtless self down back to his dorm. Phew.