The One Who Lost Her

For Lucy,

So you can know you're an amazing person whenever you read this.

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The morning air was crisp, light and warm. Rays of sunshine filtered through the windows of the empty hallway, illuminating the places it fell on with brilliant golden light, glinting off of the bright red lockers at places. It was quite early in the morning, and sounds of traffic from the highway could be vaguely heard.

In the silence, a young man strode resolutely inside. His blue checkered shoes did not make a sound against the dusty floor. He purposefully made his way straight to a locker at the end of the hall. He paused in front of it. His hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a paper. He opened it and his eyes flashed across the whole page, but he seemed like he already knew the whole thing by heart.

He hesitated, folding the paper back into its original rectangle self. He looked down both ways of the hallway. It was still deserted, but he was beginning to hear sounds of people ascending the stairs from downstairs. With a rough push of his hair off of his forehead, he slid the paper through the slit in the locker. He checked if anyone was nearby, looking down both ways again, and walked away quickly, disappearing around the corner just as a group of students made their way into the hall.

The hallway wasn't silent or empty anymore. It was almost crammed with students laughing, joking, and talking. A couple made their way through the throng. It was a packed hallway, but the couple didn't look disgruntled. The boy held the girl's hand, and they were both smiling.

"I gotta get my books," he said, looking down at her. "I'll catch you in a few, alright?"

"Okay, Wes." She smiled, and walked away with a wave.

Wes opened his locker absently and stuffed in his book. Spotting the paper, he took it and scrunched it up in a ball, frowning at the mess his locker was in. Just as he was about to toss it carelessly into a trash can, he saw words in black at the little of the paper he could see, the paper made transparent by the sunlight. He opened it.

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So,

I hear you're dating Katie now. You probably won't know who I am by the time you finish reading this, but whatever. I just had to make sure that you knew that you hold the heart of an amazing girl. This is going to sound really cliché, but just so it's out there—if you break her heart, I'll do worse to your face. I don't know much about you, but trust me, I'll be keeping tabs on you every now and then. I can't have anyone breaking the heart of the girl I love with all my heart.

But still, just a few pointers, since I heard you only recently started dating. Always text her back. Katie's a patient girl at most, but she gets really frustrated if you don't text her back. She'll get mad and probably would delete your number from her phone, and then if you text her she'd completely forget about it and ask you who you are. But anyway. Don't ever hang up on her without saying goodbye, either. And don't blow her off to play games or anything. She gets really pissed off if you do that. Some days, out of the blue, she has to watch her TV shows like Gossip Girl or Desperate Housewives or heck, Transformers. On days like that, don't plan anything. Sit down and watch with her. She'll love it. She's a very ticklish person all over, I'm sure you know that. But don't ever tickle her when she's in her mood and watching those TV shows I mentioned. You're most liable to end up with a vase thrown at you. If you get a video game (I heard a new version of COD is being released soon) don't leave her alone to play with your mates. Get her to play with you, I'll bet she can kick your ass. Katie's a fighter, haha. Yeah, and if she's quoting Taylor Swift, you've done something wrong. On days when she's moody, play Selena Gomez and give her a bowl full of Skittles. She loves Skittles, but she hates the purple ones. If she argues with you, argue back. She likes a good fight every now and then, just to keep things interesting. But if a quarrel gets serious, try to give in sometimes. I know that your ego would rather jump off a building that give in, but just do it. She doesn't mean half of the things she says when she gets angry at times. She can be a real bitch if she wants to be, but don't ever hurt her.

You have no idea how lucky you are to call Katie yours. Cherish her. You have the honor of holding her hand. You have the freedom to hug her. You have the privilege to kiss her whenever you want. You have the ability and chance to make her happy. Don't waste it.

But most importantly, when you hug her, remember that you're hugging the most beautiful girl in the world, with an even more beautiful heart, and always hug her that extra bit tighter. She isn't just any other girl, she's a girl who's capable of making you the happiest person ever if you give her the chance. She's worth everything. Everything. Take care of her.

Or else, yeah, remember, I'm keeping tabs on you.

Don't take this the wrong way. And don't worry, I won't do anything to sabotage your relationship with her. I want her to be happy. If you're the guy that's right to give her joy, so be it.

Sincerely,

The one who lost her.

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"Katie!"

The petite brunette looked around at the call of her name, to find Wes dashing up the hallway towards her.

"Yeah?"

He looked at her, and then he pulled her into a hug. "How 'bout we watch Transformers 2 together tonight?" he muttered, low enough so that she could hear.

She smiled. "I'd like that."

Author's Note: Sweet, that was a load of fluff. Comments? Speculations? Ya know what to do. ;)