A Letter to You

A/N: Okayokay, so big thanks to muh buddy Shadow who helped me with the names in this one. He be awesome, and he’s going to read it, or else. Just kidding, he will… just because he will, because he’s a cool dude, yeap, cool guy; Becky for editing a bit, ILU; and Angeliqueeee for being my most loyal person to read this and crying because of the oh so happy parts. :D ILUALL.

ohoh wait! Ben and Aven too since they are going to be the first two hopefully to read it once I get through typing. ILUALL. Again. And again.

-starting!-

I paced my room, staring at the ominous desk in the corner of my room just sitting there, waiting for me. Sooner or later, I was going to have to go there and begin what I’ve been preparing myself for all day. Today I was finally going to write to my best friend Jake and tell him my feelings. Now, it might not seem so trivial to you that it was taking everything I had to write to Jake. All these feelings that were swirling through my mind were taking over, lowering my confidence, and leaving me with barely any. It didn’t help that I only had a week before Jake had to move so he could go to his new college which by the way is coincidentally the same one I might get accepted to.

Years ago we met, I remember it clearly. I just transferred over for my freshman year at our high school because my family relocated due to “family issues.” As I walked into class the first words out of the students’ mouths were, “Fag.”

I will admit that I’m a feminine guy. Sure I might not be as buff or as manly looking as the next guy, but that is no reason to call me a fag, no reason at all. Although, now that I think of it, I was wearing a button down pink collar shirt with tattered jeans. Still no reason to think that, I mean, I don’t know why I reacted that way in the beginning, but I still did even though I knew I was gay. This didn’t mean that I wanted everyone else knowing though!

My face heated up and I just ducked my head down, slowly walking to the last empty seat in the room, trying to attract as little attention as possible. Before I sat down someone tried to trip me and almost succeeded if a boy around my age hadn’t caught my arm, helping me back up. “Stop messing with the new kid, what did he ever do to you?” a kind voice spoke.

I looked towards my savoir, in his glory; the sun literally beating down upon his dark black shaggy locks of hair, and his toned body leaning casually against the desk. Once everyone heard this guy speak, they calmed down and all went back to their first day of school routine, flirting with the Jocks and eyeing all the Preps. I spoke softly, sitting down in my new seat, “Thank you.”

He took a seat down too, nodding off; it was obvious he had just woken up, not caring whether today was the first day or not. “No problem, my name is Jake. What’s your name new kid?”

I laughed and flushed a bit, “Is it that obvious that I’m the new kid?”

“Well… it’s a small town, everybody knows one another, I would say so yes.”

As the teacher called class to attention I said shyly, “My name is James.”

That day passed by quick, all the new faces, and new acquaintances I made. Luckily in all of my classes I had Jake there with me. We found out that we had many of the same likes and dislikes.

Too good to be true really. The school year went on and we became best friends. He was the one person who understood me and stood by my side no matter what, like the brother I never had, except that this brother… well, I had a crush on him. Incestuous much, I didn’t think so. Soon the one question that I dreaded hearing from him escaped his lips. “Are you gay?”

My head flipped around to stare flabbergasted at him. “Well… umm…” I began.

“So you are?”

I nodded slowly, preparing myself for what Jake could possibly do next, leave. “Yeah, I am. Not a problem is it?” I mean honestly, I can’t help my sexuality.

Jake smiled and shook his head, getting back to his work. “Nah James, nothing is wrong with it.”

This pleased me, nothing could be better than Jake accepting this. I’ve known for a while that he was bi, and well this did nothing to calm my raging ‘crush’ towards him. Maybe if he was straight I could restrain myself, but all is fair in love and war.

Now today, as I write this letter, I’m completely stumped at what to put. I want to do something that’ll explain all of my feelings to Jake and leave him knowing that I completely love him with all of my heart, really, I do. He’s always been there for me, and I’ve grown to love him, as more than a friend. Four years of companionship throughout high school has been the highlight of my life. With these thoughts in mind, my letter began to flow…

Dear Jake,

Yes, I know you’re getting a letter from me and you’re probably thinking why I am not really telling you this face to face. Well, truth is that I would, but I don’t want to face your rejection up close. It would be too much for me to handle.

Jake, what I’m trying to say is that I love you, I really do. It’s near impossible to describe how I feel for you. Over the years I’ve gotten to know you and I’ve grown to love you as more than a friend. I will be honest and say that since the first day I met you I had a small crush. A crush of course evolved into something I fear may never come true. Every misplaced caress from you, every time we talk, every time we joke around, it tugs my heartstrings.

Everything about you when I try and get you to notice me and you don’t, it hurts. I try and win you over, yet some other girl or guy beats me to the gun and gets you first. I’m just a natural born loser I assume, yet you accept me for who I am. When you flirt with me, I know that you’re just joking, but it still hurts. It’s as if an explosion is going off in my heart and I’m slowly dying. I don’t want that to happen anymore. If you don’t want me like this, I completely understand, I can push my feelings back for you and we can just stay friends.

I will say though, that I hope everything stays the same after this, if it doesn’t work out. This summer we’ll both be going off to college, possibly the same one, yet we will be meeting new people, doing many things, it’s understandable. I just want to give what we have a chance, if any chance at all that we have something a shot. Maybe it’ll work out, maybe it won‘t. I just wanted to let you know that I love you, I really do, and I hope you can only feel the same for me.

Love, James

I sighed as I finished the letter, enclosing it in an envelope about to send it off to meet its doom. Today was the day to mail it off, the Day of Judgment, the day of the inevitable end. I was such a pessimist; nothing would be able to go right in my mind, always thinking of the worst possibilities. They flowed endlessly in my mind with the what ifs, always wondering.

I finally made it outside to the mailbox, slowly putting it in. I then laughed as I thought about the maturity level of this. Here I am, a senior in high school, eighteen years of age, and I’m about to give a love note to my “crush.”

A low voice injected itself into my thought processes and spoke, “Hey James, what’re you doing?”

I looked back and saw Jake standing there in all his glory. He was truly a beautiful sight; his shaggy hair falling every which way, occasionally getting in his eyes, hands tucked into his pockets, and he was wearing a red silk button up shirt half open. He looked amazingly gorgeous; noting the way he looked I assumed he was going out to a party tonight. “Just dropping off some mail, you about to go to Sarah’s party?”

Sarah was one of the most popular girls in our school, well liked by everyone and not snobby at all. Indeed she was genuinely nice for a popular girl. Sadly, I was an exception to her kindness. I only found this out after she called me threat to her ‘lusting’ after Jake.

Jake nodded and started heading toward my house when I didn’t even invite him in! “The thing is though, you’re coming with me, even though you two don’t get along, whether you like it or not.”

I followed Jake in as he walked up to my room, while I was protesting the whole way. He went in drawing open my closet searching through mountains of clothes. “What are you doing, Jake?”

He withdrew a pair of my tattered blue jeans and a black dress shirt; somehow he could make the oddest combinations of clothing work. “Well, I’m making you presentable. There is no way you are going out in public with me still dressed in sports pants and a tank top.” His eyes ran up and down my body appraisingly, and then jerked to the side.

I chose not to notice Jake’s staring then, maybe it was all just hopeful wishing, and then I went to the bathroom and changed. Somehow I had a feeling tonight would be one of ‘those nights.’ I probably wouldn’t be able to remember it at all come next morning. I came out from my bathroom doing a little twirl to show off what he picked out for me.

Jake clapped his hands, giving me a round of applause, laughing as he did so. “You look great,” he said, “Now c’mon and let’s get going.”

We went and got into my car, seeing as Jake left his at home; the quicker we left, the better. With the music pounding loud rock music I squealed out of my driveway, probably upsetting all the little suburban retired folk. Jake laughed that husky laugh of his, grinning at me and turned the radio up even more.

About ten minutes later we arrived at Sarah’s house. She lived in a fairly nice neighborhood, and had a huge house; it looked like a castle almost. People were scattered everywhere outside and inside, drinking heavily and stumbling around. A few people you could see in the corners of the room doing god only knows what. Jake and I were inside maneuvering the battlefield.

We found Sarah standing by the steps welcoming everybody and drinking. When she saw Jake she gave him a warm smile, but then when she saw me she gave a sharp glare. “Hello Jakey!” she said joyfully then turned her attention on me and said coldly, “Hello James.”

Jake, finally catching attention to how hateful this witch was to me, glared at her in return and said, “Sarah stop it, I only came because of friends and if you don’t shut your mouth I will leave. Come on James, we can leave if you want.”

I shook my head furiously. “No, no, no, I don’t want to leave. Let’s go get something to drink.” I drug him off and we got our beer slowing downing it.

As time passed I vaguely remember the feeling of myself getting steadily tipsier. Jake and I were entwined in a corner slowly grinding against one another. A small crowd gathered and a few girls began requesting favors of us. First, it was a few gropes here and there, then a girl told us to kiss. Jake and I glanced at one another then complied. My mind was still enveloped in a thick haze as his lips slowly pressed against mine murmuring, “At least it’s you…”

A couple of catcalls chorused through the air and I grinned and kissed back feverishly. Jake pulled me flush against his body, tongue slowly pressing at my lips begging for entrance. My lips parted and his tongue slipped in and caressed mine, only pausing to suck and nip at my bottom lip. I moaned and my hands settled on his hips, gripping them and trying to bring him closer. The crowd groaned though and Jake pulled away, eyes glossy and breathing heavily. “Let’s go,” he said, pulling me out of the house.

I whined in protest as I got gently pushed into the passenger’s seat as Jake got in the driver’s seat. The few comprehensive thought I could muster were, “Wait… no, you can’t drive drunk…”

Jake laughed and ruffled my hair, slowly backing out of the driveway. “Silly James, you’re the only one who is drunk right now.”

I should’ve been mad, but I couldn’t gather enough energy. “Why did you let me…?”

“Go to sleep James, I’ll take you to my house.”

“Fine…,” I grumbled, leaning on my seat, trying to get comfortable. I finally let my eyes drift shut whispering my last drunken thought, “I love you…”

The next morning I felt something shake my shoulder. I groaned, eyes fluttering open and a pain shooting through my head. “Go away…”

A hand patted my head and I heard Jake’s voice. “You have got to get up James, it’s almost noon.”

“I don’t wanna.”

Jake pulled me up and held out a cup of water and some Tylenol. “Here, take this.”

I nodded, head throbbing and gulped the water and Tylenol down. “How was the party?”

“You were there too James, you tell me.”

I tried to think back on the previous night and all I saw was a blur. “I don’t remember…”

Jake grinned and replied, “Well you were drunk, too drunk in my opinion.”

Sighing I asked, “Did I do anything stupid?” Knowing me I probably did something I would end up regretting later.

“Nope, well nothing stupid that I saw.”

I stood up staggering a bit, trying to get out of Jake’s house. He trailed behind me as I went out and clambered into my car. “Where are you going?” he asked.

I looked all around my car, searching for my keys. Looking to the side I saw Jake twirling my keys around his fingers. “Looking for these?” he asked.

I glared and snatched my keys out of his hand, jamming them into ignition and started my car up. “Call me later or come over.” Jake nodded as I maneuvered out of his driveway and raced toward my home, sore, hung-over, and grouchy.

When I got home my parents weren’t there, thank God. However, there was a note on the door from my mom telling me that, “You better not have gotten drunk last night!”Chuckling, I went off to my living room and took a short nap there trying to sleep off my headache.

Waking up a couple hours later I stretched and yawned widely. Glancing at the clock I saw that I had slept a few hours, it was almost night time now. As there was nothing else to do my family’s grand piano caught my eye.

Getting up, I went and sat on the bench, running my hand along the surface and sighing as memories flooded back. Years ago I used to play the piano everyday, but that had all stopped too soon when my father died. It was trying at first to go on day by day when it first happened, but I did, all thanks to my friends who were there for me.

Now sitting here with my hands resting on the keys I began playing. The notes flowed from my fingertips construction a beautiful symphony that poured out from the piano. This song was all of my unspoken feelings made into a masterpiece. This went on for a few minutes with my final notes tinkering away to a mournful end.

Then, a voice from behind me breathed out in awe, “That was completely wonderful, I had no idea you could play.”

Turning around from my seat, I saw Jake standing there, eyes wide. “I play, just not as much as I used to. Rarely do I have inspiration to do something like this.”

“Did you come up with that yourself just now?”

I nodded and turned back to the piano, might as well cut to the chase. “Why are you here Jake?”

Jake came and sat down beside me at the piano sighing. “Well today I got a letter in the mail…from you.” I went to speak but Jake shushed me and continued. “Be quiet for a few minutes, let me speak now or I will never be able to. First off, I knew that you always had a small crush on me, which was evident within the first couple of weeks you came here; I never knew you loved me though. Second, I’m sorry that every time I accidentally touched you or flirted with you it hurt you; I never meant to do that. Truth is James, over the past couple of years you’ve became one of my closest friends. I trust you with everything, every single detail of my life I trust you with; the good, the bad, the ugly, the happy, the sad, everything. I can count on you to be there for me at any given moment and I like that. It pains me to know that you’re hurt when I go out with other people…” Jake groaned and pulled me to himself, kissing me furiously. Pulling away he said, “James, what I’m trying to say is that I’m in love with you too.”

My eyes widened and my mind went into overload. This was amazing; Jake was in love with me too! I couldn’t believe it. Jake slid my body around so that our bodies were straddling the bend. Pulling my body closer he wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel him through my pants rubbing against me as I kissed him again, prodding his lips with my tongue seeking entrance.

Jake moaned and I took that opportunity to slide my tongue in his mouth and to delve deeper. Gripping my hips, Jake dragged me closer, our groins rubbing against each other producing a delicious friction.

Suddenly the front door slammed open and my mom walked through the living room and gasped. Jake and I pulled apart quickly as he got up, rushing towards the front door. I led him out to his car completely mortified; my own mother walking in on me and my umm… boyfriend?

Jake got in his car and leaned out a little speaking to me. “I’ll call you in a little bit ‘kay? We need to talk.”

Giving him a deep, lust filled kiss that was sure to linger, I pulled away smirking. “I’ll be waiting.” Jake nodded and pulled out of my driving speeding off down the road.

When I walked back in the house my mom was sitting on the couch smirking. “So James…” she began, “you and Jake?”

Flustered, I sat down beside her and said, “Well… I don’t know exactly. I wrote him a letter telling him how I felt and he come over today and said that he felt the same. Then we, yeah, you saw what happened next.”

Mom reached over and ruffled my hair. “From what I saw, you two definitely have something. Where were you last night anyways?”

“Oh, I was at a party with Jake and I stayed over at his house.”

Mom then sighed knowing full well I had gotten drunk. “James…”

Hopping off the couch I trudged up the stairs. “I know, I know… ‘Don’t get so drunk you can’t remember what happens.’” Truth was I couldn’t remember anything at all. I groaned, frustrated and flopped out on my bed. The few bits and pieces I could remember were my arrival and Jake standing up to Sarah; things got foggy after that. My head felt like it was starting to split open as I fought to think back on last night.

My computer then chimed, alerting me to a new email. It was from Sarah; somehow she got my email address. I read the subject line and it said all of two words, “YOU DRUNK.” I opened the email attachment and a video started playing.

There I was in a corner all over Jake and a small crowd gathered. Him and I were steadily getting closer to one another when I heard, “You two should make out!” Jake gazed at the drunk me then bent his head and murmured something. From the video I couldn’t hear it, but I sure saw what happened next. His lips fell onto mine and began kissing me while I kissed back and we evolved into what the crowd would perceive as a full blown make out session. Jake and I pulled apart soon after and I realized something. Whereas I was clearly drunk and you could see it, I could tell just from looking at Jake that he wasn’t, he wasn’t drunk at all!

The video went black and I sat there in disbelief. So Jake was, he was all over me when he wasn’t drunk. This was before he had gotten the letter from me, so indeed I now knew that he liked me and he just wasn’t going along with this.

Although this was great news this did nothing to calm my raging erection. There was a very noticeable bulge in my pants from watching this video. If only… My mind wandered and images filled it of me pounding into Jake, time and time again as he cried out my name. My hand ventured down to my groin, softly caressing myself through my pants. At least this was better than nothing…

A voice chimed from my window. “As much as I do enjoy watching this I would prefer to help you.”

Blushing, I looked up and saw Jake crouching in the window sill smirking. “How long have you been here?” I asked.

He climbed into my room and lay on my bed just sprawling out. “I was here the whole time while you watched that video.”

“Last night you weren’t drunk.”

Jake nodded and said softly, “I know.”

“Why did you allow me to get drunk like that when you didn’t?”

“James I’ve liked you for a while and I know how you get when you’re drunk. Now look, don’t think I took advantage of you, I wouldn’t call it that. I didn’t know how you felt about me at the time and I was willing to take my chances.”

I sighed, nodding in defeat and sat down beside Jake. “It makes me so mad that I can’t remember what happened.”

Jake slid over to me, slowing kissing me and gripped my thigh. “Well it started like this…” he said against my lips.

I gripped Jake’s shoulders yearning to pull him closer. “What happened next?”

Jake pulled me to him so I was around his waist once again and kissed me roughly; sliding his tongue in my mouth, thrusting it as deep as it could, exploring the cavern. Pulling away for a second he said, “Well… I’m just saying screw it and just take you now.”

Kissing him back just as rough I said, “Who’s saying I’m going to let you take me?”

Jake’s hands flitted under my shirt, teasing the flesh there and I shivered. He smirked and said, “Seems like you’re as new to this as I am, eh?”

Still straddling Jake, I pushed him back onto my bed while slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “That’s where you’re wrong Jakey.” Shedding the flimsy shirt from his body I admired his gorgeous muscles.

He gasped as my tongue flicked out and teasingly went over a nipple. Groaning out he asked, “What do you mean I was wrong?”

“Well…” I began, and paused what I was, hands slowly brushing over his crotch, “You’re still a virgin…”

Biting his lip, Jake said, “No I’m not!”

I laughed and unsnapped his pants, sliding the zipper down. “Not with a girl per say, but with a guy yes you are.” My hands deftly worked his pants down his muscular body. His boxers soon followed leaving him completely exposed below me.

Turning a bright crimson color Jake stuttered out, “S-so you’re going to t-t-top me?”

A wicked grin arose on my face and I cupped Jake’s erection with my hand stroking it. “Don’t worry; I’ll be gentle, promise.”

Jerking against my hand, Jake moaned and said, “Why are you going so slow?”

I pumped his member earning several raw feral sounds from him. Then I gave Jake a sweet kiss and said, “It’s your first time with me, I want it to be perfect.”

A few slower, languid strokes and Jake cried out releasing his seed. Lying back on my pillows he murmured, “Just screw me now.”

Stripping slowly in front of him, I grinded against his naked body. As I pulled away, getting off of him he whimpered, thinking I was leaving. I rid myself of my pants and boxers, grabbing the lube from my dresser drawer coming back to the bed. “Jake are you sure you want to?”

Jake pulled the lube from my hand and squirted some onto his hands. He then captured my lips in a fierce kiss whilst coating my dick. Turning around he bared that sweet ass of his to me. “What does this look like?”

I took the lube back and coated a few of my fingers slowly sliding one into his entrance. Jake gasped and wriggled trying to get used to it. I slid another finger in, slowly rotating them and he whimpered. I kissed the juncture between his neck and shoulder mumbling apologies. “It’ll get better in a bit, trust me.”

Jake nodded and moved onto my fingers slowly stretching himself. A low moan erupted from his throat and I yet again added another digit. As I thrust my fingers in and out he cursed and said, “Dammit James, just take me now!”

Taking my fingers and replacing them with my dick I slowly penetrated him. “God Jake… you’re so tight.”

Gasping, Jake gripped the sheets beneath him looking for balance. I thrust forward again, causing him to arch back and cry out. Found it, that one spot. I pulled Jake back onto me, slamming forward into that spot again.

He cried out in pure bliss and I continued to pound into him harder. Soon he started moving with me in rhythm, eyes rolling back. “Faster.” He commanded.

Smirking, I proceeded on. My hand reached in front of Jake slowly sliding up and down on his shaft. Jake’s moans were getting considerably louder by the second; I knew he was getting close. My dick slammed into Jake once more and I felt himself and I explode, our juices spreading everywhere as we yelled out each others names. Jake yelled out my name, and that’s how it should be, that’s how it will stay. Slowly pulling out of him I laid beside him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Jake turned and kissed me, saying softly, “I love you James.”

I smiled rather large and pulled him closer to me. “I love you too Jake.” Then with his head resting on my chest I slowly fell asleep beside him in the warm embrace of my lover.

The next days all went by in a blur, Jake’s and my nights being consumed by our love making and time spent with each other. Each day Jake awoke in my arms, opening his eyes lazily to meet mine. It was no different this morning as I woke up and saw Jake nestled into my side, his head on my chest rising and falling, softly snoring. Smiling, I glanced and the clock; it said 9:30 A.M and that’s when I remembered. Shaking Jake awake frantically I said, “Oh my god, we have graduation today!”

Jake jolted awake, checked the clock and screamed, “Oh dang, we do! And we’re late!”

Rolling myself out of bed lazily I started walking toward the shower pulling Jake behind me, ignoring his protests of, “Hurry up, we’ll be late!”

Starting up the shower I pulled Jake in with me and started rinsing him off. “We can be late; it doesn’t start until twelve anyways.”

Protesting yet again, Jake said, “But we have to be there at 11:30.”

I pinned Jake against the shower wall, kissing him soundly. Lathering a rag up with soap I soaped up his chest, rinsing away the scent of our lovemaking. “We will be there in time, trust me, I’ve never done you wrong, no pun intended.”

Jake gave a short laugh and took the shampoo and conditioner, then washed my hair. Guiding my head under the shower head he washed it out slowly. His body glistened from where the water clung to him. During this I zoned out thinking and a thought sprang to my mind. What if I couldn’t get into the same college as Jake? All this ‘love’ we had could be evaporated as soon as he arrived there and met a ‘college man.’ I wished with all my heart that I could get accepted into his college.

I didn’t even notice the water shutting off or Jake drying me and himself off until his hand waved in front of my face. “Jake are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

Pulling out a pair of jeans and t-shirt I got dressed in a rush. “Yeah, I’m fine, I was just thinking.”

Jake pulled on an outfit too and took the stairs with me two at a time. Grabbing some breakfast and heading out to my car he asked, “What about?”

Getting in the car and slowly starting off to the school I said, “Well… it’s about us.”

“Are you having regrets?”

“No, no, no, nothing like that. I was just thinking what happens after graduation.”

Head cocked to the side, Jake asked with a clueless look, “We party?”

That got a laugh out of me, but when we pulled up to the school and parked I said, “No silly, I’m thinking about college. What if I don’t get accepted into your college?”

“Even if you don’t get accepted everything will work out, nothing will come between us.”

Stubbornly I said, “Nothing, that is until you meet a nice college guy.”

Shaking his head, Jake replied, “As if I would ever want anybody else now but you. James, I couldn’t have anybody else but you. You’re the one for me now, in the present and hopefully on into the future.”
His voice sounded so sure and so legit the reality of it slammed into me. Even if he and I went off to separate colleges somehow this would work, we could make it work. Leaving over and kissing Jake on the lips softly I said, “I love you.”

Sweetly kissing me back he said against my lips, “I love you too.” Pulling away he got out of my car and spoke with a huge smile on his face. “Let’s go get graduated!”

I hopped out of the car and fell into step beside Jake as we set off into the school. “I can’t believe this is our last day.”

“Well we worked our butts off to get where we are now. Even though we might not be Valedictorian and Salutatorian we still made it in the top, and we will get our diplomas.”

Walking into the mass of students on the football field we got our robes and hats thrown at us. Pulling them on in a rush Jake and I hurried to our places in line.

That irritating graduation song, “Pomp and Circumstance” started playing as our line proceeded towards the stage. As my name got called everybody started laughing. The week before I had a gotten a friend to hack the school’s graduation interface and change my name to, “Bond, James Bond,” the principal said.

I went on-stage with a flourish, grabbed my diploma and danced around. The assistant principal chased me off stage with a chuckle as I hurried back to my seat.

The following hour or so dragged on, believe me, I lost track of time. There was only one other person I was waiting for and finally his name got called, “Jake Zander.” Jake went on stage and accepted his diploma smiling. He then turned to our senior class and yelled, “Senior Class of Oh-Nine!” Taking his cap off he threw it up into the air everybody else following suit with a cheer.

The field became swarmed with friends and family and calls of, “Call me!” or, “Let’s hang out at the party tonight!” My mom and Jake’s parents crowded around us all teary eyed, hugging us tight. Hugging them each in turn Jake and I announced that we were going back to my house to change then go to the beach party.

Going home wasn’t silent at all. Flying through the highway with the music pounding Jake and I laughed and laughed. We squealed into my driveway and I noticed that the mailbox was open. Reaching into the mailbox I pulled out an envelope with the Jake’s choice college written on it. Ripping the envelope open I pulled out the letter and saw the only word I needed to see, “Accepted.” I smiled as tears filled my eyes and Jake tackled me in joy; all was good.