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| Title: Letters|
Chapter: One "Luke"
Summary: Luke and Noah exchange letters while Noah's in Iraq.
Characters: Luke, Noah
Genre: Drama, Romance, AU
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*Lotsip and I embarked on this round robin idea of exchanging letters as Noah and Luke, if Noah had went and joined the army. It's set two years in the future, and the fun part is, neither of us know what the other is going to write back-we've set a few guidelines, but we both are flying by the seat of our pants creatively...hope you enjoy.
I bought a new pen to mark off the calendar days. A big red sharpie that I can see better from across the room. It's hard to believe sometimes that I've filled so many pages up with red x's. It helps though, especially knowing you are doing the same thing, half a world away-marking down the time until you come home.
Everyone sends their love. In your care package-and I hope this one makes it to you this time-are some of Emma's raisin oatmeal cookies, candy from Faith, a drawing from Natalie, and a calling card from everyone else. From me, the photos you asked for-the pond, the house, the porch, Lucy's new foal and 'anything green' like you said. It's hard to imagine a world without that color.
How is your friend, Pvt. Garza? The last time you wrote, it was still touch and go, and he had been airlifted to Germany. I really got to know him though your letters, Cesar sounded like such a funny, great guy. I love the story about you and him driving everyone crazy with movie trivia out on patrol, and his dead on Christopher Walken imitation.
We all have been praying for good news, as well as praying for his family.
And you know, well, I pray for you all day, every day from when I get up until I go to sleep-but you know that, don't you?
Things here are, for once, fairly quiet. Ethan fell into the coffee table and got three stitches on his head, of which he seems enormously proud. He points to them constantly. Natalie is driving everyone insane with her current class project, the life cycle of poison dart frogs. (I think that's what your drawing is of.) Faith has a boyfriend, but she's not talking about it, even though we try to weasel it out of her. So far she's not budging.
The part time job at the Oakdale Times is going well-I write about church bazaars and grange hall doings and covered the big fire at Wimbly's Drug store, which apparently was started by two stupid teenagers doing a 'punked' thing in the alley, that somehow involved a home made flame thrower. Really.
I'm sort of sick of school, and glad this is my last year. One of my professors, Martin, is the biggest a hole on the planet. Just because you've published a novel, doesn't mean you get to belittle everyone else's work. He had one girl in tears the other day. I'd quit, but I need it to graduate.
Still doing stuff with the GLTBQ, at least that's the letters lately. Reg is all kinds of annoying, as the meetings can drag on forever, but I like what we're doing as far as offering counseling to kids in school. I'm helping one guy-Max-who reminds me so much of you. Terrified that his father is going to find out he's gay. I feel for him, and I hope I can get him through it. Makes me feel better for some reason.
I sometimes wonder what you really think when you read my letters. I know you said you loved every stupid and mundane detail, and I try, but after reading some of the shit you've been through Noah, it must seem so strange and far away. Like your stories of Iraq do to me. But I will keep trying to comply with your wishes.
I found an old t shirt of yours the other day-the green one that said "Surf Shop'. It had fallen behind the dryer somehow, must have been there for ages. I sleep with it now, even though it's stupid and lame and girly. I've fooled myself into thinking it smells like you, even though it's just musty and mildewy. But it's become my talisman, something to hold on tight to. I keep thinking someday you will be in my bed where you belong, instead of this damn thing.
Sorry-but sometimes it's a bitch to wait and wait and worry. I don't want to go over why you did this in the first place, and I swear to you Noah, I DO understand. But my heart doesn't, and I miss you and love you so fucking much.
So I keep it together by marking the calendar and counting the days. And praying and praying and praying.
Write me soon,
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So, Erica and I got this wild hair up our you know whats and decided to play a round robin game of exchanging letters between Luke and Noah, after Noah DID go and join the army. Takes place two years in the future, and other than a few guidelines, neither Erica or I know what the other is going to write...hope this will be fun for the rest of you too...
So Erica sweetie, balls now in your court!
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