#anothervault

Scott,

Without you, I wouldn’t be here today, writing this stupid letter that you’re never going to read, anyways. You lent a hand when I needed it most, even though you had no idea who I was or why I was here, only that I needed help and you could do something about it, so you did. Spending time with you, learning all about what I am now--it’s been some of the best times I’ve had so far. And, alright, maybe I’m a little biased. It wasn’t particularly WHAT we were doing (although all this werewolf stuff is pretty cool, and my biology grade definitely thanks you), but it was who I was with.

You’re the kindest person I’ve ever known, Scott. You’re courageous and compassionate, and you always put others before yourself, no matter what the cost. You truly are a natural leader, and it takes a special kind of person to keep Beacon Hills in any sort of peace.

I wish I could say you’re like the big brother I never had, but if I said that, that would be incest on my part. Gross. You’ve taken me under your wing (paw? sorry, dog jokes), and at some point while you being a friend when I had none, I fell in love with you. I fell in love with your smile, your laugh, your heart. I’m happiest when I’m around you, even when it hurts because I know you don’t feel the same.

I’ll always be a little sister to you, and that’s okay. It hurts, yeah, but life without you would hurt way more. You’re so important to me, Scott. As long as you’re still in my life in some way, it’s okay.

Thank you, Scott. For everything.

I love you.       -Callie

She sat back in her desk chair with a sigh, shaking her head. Stupid, she chastised herself, crumpling the drafts and throwing them in the trash bin, then doing the same to the final draft. It had helped a little bit--but not as much as she had hoped. Which was stupid. What did she think it was going to do? End her infatuation with Scott McCall just because she wrote a dumb love letter? Not likely. 

She pushed back from her desk, not even bothering to put her pencil away or push her chair in before going to flop onto her bed, burying her face in her pillow and groaning, praying that maybe, just maybe, if she wished hard enough, these feelings for Scott would go away. She didn’t want to ruin their friendship, but being around him was hard. Unfortunately, not being around him was harder. It was just something she’d have to live with. It wasn’t easy, but... She’d make it. She’d made it through worse. With Scott’s help, her mind oh so helpfully supplied her.

She told herself to shut up before it dawned on her that she had officially reached the epitome of insane. She was talking to herself for Christ’s sake. All she could do was groan frustratedly into her pillow and hope for death.

Or ice cream.