"Stiles, hey but this isn't a good time."

Olivia sighed as she sat down at her desk. She hadn't written a letter since she was a child. And writing one to Chris just felt odd. It had been years since they last saw each other. She picked up her pen and put it to paper, she wanted to see him again. She had to at least try. Dear Chris, It's been awhile hasn't it? How have you been? I hope well. I'm out in California now. I'm not sure how I ended up out here but I like it. You would like it. I thought I would write you a letter instead of messaging you on Facebook. It seems weird now, not seeing each other everyday. Not living next door to you. How's the base? MPs still breathing down your neck? God, I miss that place. I never thought that I would but that was the one base my family lived the longest. Do you remember the treehouse your dad built us that one summer? How as soon as it was finished, we didn't leave for three days? Our moms had to force us down. I think we slept up there most of that summer. And the next. And then the next five summers. We had our first kiss up there. Remember? We just wanted to get it over with so badly and just kissed each other. I miss that summer. I miss that year. I miss you if I'm gonna be honest. I know you're still out here in Cali so what if we meet up sometime? Get dinner or coffee or whatever. I'd really like to see you sometime. I really miss you and I'd like to catch up. Love, Olivia

"Because of you I'm with a fucking flu!" Jared said and laid on the couch covering himself to the neck.

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