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Naomi waved goodbye to Jordan, giving her a little smile before she quickened her steps and walked faster down the sidewalk toward her house. Her eyes were fixed on the mailbox and her smile widened as she finally approached it and pulled the door open.
Her smile fell away as she saw nothing inside before she sighed and closed it door back. Sulking toward the house, Naomi's mind wandered back to Gerard and their day spent on the pier. She smiled in spite of not hearing from him yet and even though it had only been two weeks since he had left, she was looking forward to his first letter.
Opening the door, Naomi walked inside the house, laying her schoolbooks down on the hall table before she heard her mother coming down the hall.
"Naomi, is that you?" Donna asked, smiling as she saw Naomi.
"Yeah," Naomi said, smiling as she turned to face her mother. "How was work today?" She asked.
"Same ol'," Donna replied, as she continued to smile. "Something came for you today."
"Really?" Naomi asked, hope springing to life.
"Yes," Donna said, reaching into her apron pocket and producing a small envelope.
Naomi's face lit up as she saw it and before she even had time to think, she snatched it from her mother's hand.
"Naomi Sián Hackett," Donna said sternly, surprised by her daughters reaction.
"Sorry mom," Naomi said, ducking her head slightly as she looked at the letter.
"Well, you should be. Now tell me who Gerard Way is and why he's writing you letters from an army base," Dnna said, eyeing the letter before looking back at Buffy.
"Oh," Naomi said, her smile once again returning. "Remember that soldier from the diner a few weeks back?" She asked, her voice raising a pitch as she happily spoke. "He doesn't have any family and asked if he could write me."
"I see," Donna said. "Is this the same young man that had you spilling everything you touched on a certain Saturday that a very handsome young man came into the diner?"
Naomi blushed as her smile widened and she nodded her head. "Yeah, that's him."
"Well, I think it's very nice of you to befriend him Naomi, but do remember, he is a bit older than you are and the war is hard. Don't read too much into this," Donna said, seeing the look on Naomi's face and knowing Naomi had a new crush. It seemed like a weekly occurrence now, and Donna knew her daughter was already infatuated with this stranger.
"It's just a letter mom," Naomi said, as she smiled and headed for the steps.
"I know it is honey."
Naomi smiled one last time at her mother before darting up the steps and running to her room. Swinging the door open, she entered, shutting the door quickly before running and jumping on the bed.
Her smile was still present as she settled onto the pillows and carefully opened the letter, trying to not rip the seal too much before she reached in and removed the folded papers inside.
August 28th, 1967
Hello Naomi,
Sorry I haven't written sooner, but things have been strained here. I'm still in California at the moment, but they plan on shipping us out in a few more weeks.
It's a lot different than I imagined. The tension around the base is evident on every face. Talk of the war is everywhere. I think it's safe to say that I'm not the only one scared at the prospects of what's to come.
Most of the guys here are fresh out of school as I am, most never even having traveled outside of their own towns. I'm not sure this is the kind of atmosphere to actually make a friend, not that I ever had to many to begin with, but the close quarters are an adjustment that I'm use to. Hopefully by the time they send us over seas, there will be someone that is willing to talk.
My days are spent in training most of the time with what seems like endless hours of planning and strategies. It's all quite boring to be honest, but I guess since this is the lot life has handed me, I'm bound to it.
Well, enough about me. How are things in Boston? Quiet I suppose? Must be nice to live in a place like that, I'm sure it beats the dive of a town I was unfortunate enough to get stranded in. Maybe when all of this is over, I can come back and visit you, that is if I even make it back. Not so sure of myself holding a gun. Well, holding it isn't a problem, aiming it at someone and pulling the trigger will be the hard part. Hopefully things won't come to that.
Well love, its lights out in a few so I guess that's all for now. I'll be looking forward to hearing from you, if you decide to write me back. It's perfectly okay if you don't. Just knowing someone out there knows I'm here and is thinking about me is more than I could ever ask for.
Take care Naomi and I'll talk to you again soon,
Gerard x
Naomi sighed lightly as she read the last words and laid the letter in her lap. She smiled as she looked down at it before she grinned and jumped off the bed.
Sitting down at her desk, Naomi pulled the new stationary she had bought with the small allowance she received for working at the diner out of her desk drawer before grabbing a pen and pulled a crisp piece of pink paper out of the box.
Her smile was still evident as she wrote the first line.
Her smile fell away as she saw nothing inside before she sighed and closed it door back. Sulking toward the house, Naomi's mind wandered back to Gerard and their day spent on the pier. She smiled in spite of not hearing from him yet and even though it had only been two weeks since he had left, she was looking forward to his first letter.
Opening the door, Naomi walked inside the house, laying her schoolbooks down on the hall table before she heard her mother coming down the hall.
"Naomi, is that you?" Donna asked, smiling as she saw Naomi.
"Yeah," Naomi said, smiling as she turned to face her mother. "How was work today?" She asked.
"Same ol'," Donna replied, as she continued to smile. "Something came for you today."
"Really?" Naomi asked, hope springing to life.
"Yes," Donna said, reaching into her apron pocket and producing a small envelope.
Naomi's face lit up as she saw it and before she even had time to think, she snatched it from her mother's hand.
"Naomi Sián Hackett," Donna said sternly, surprised by her daughters reaction.
"Sorry mom," Naomi said, ducking her head slightly as she looked at the letter.
"Well, you should be. Now tell me who Gerard Way is and why he's writing you letters from an army base," Dnna said, eyeing the letter before looking back at Buffy.
"Oh," Naomi said, her smile once again returning. "Remember that soldier from the diner a few weeks back?" She asked, her voice raising a pitch as she happily spoke. "He doesn't have any family and asked if he could write me."
"I see," Donna said. "Is this the same young man that had you spilling everything you touched on a certain Saturday that a very handsome young man came into the diner?"
Naomi blushed as her smile widened and she nodded her head. "Yeah, that's him."
"Well, I think it's very nice of you to befriend him Naomi, but do remember, he is a bit older than you are and the war is hard. Don't read too much into this," Donna said, seeing the look on Naomi's face and knowing Naomi had a new crush. It seemed like a weekly occurrence now, and Donna knew her daughter was already infatuated with this stranger.
"It's just a letter mom," Naomi said, as she smiled and headed for the steps.
"I know it is honey."
Naomi smiled one last time at her mother before darting up the steps and running to her room. Swinging the door open, she entered, shutting the door quickly before running and jumping on the bed.
Her smile was still present as she settled onto the pillows and carefully opened the letter, trying to not rip the seal too much before she reached in and removed the folded papers inside.
August 28th, 1967
Hello Naomi,
Sorry I haven't written sooner, but things have been strained here. I'm still in California at the moment, but they plan on shipping us out in a few more weeks.
It's a lot different than I imagined. The tension around the base is evident on every face. Talk of the war is everywhere. I think it's safe to say that I'm not the only one scared at the prospects of what's to come.
Most of the guys here are fresh out of school as I am, most never even having traveled outside of their own towns. I'm not sure this is the kind of atmosphere to actually make a friend, not that I ever had to many to begin with, but the close quarters are an adjustment that I'm use to. Hopefully by the time they send us over seas, there will be someone that is willing to talk.
My days are spent in training most of the time with what seems like endless hours of planning and strategies. It's all quite boring to be honest, but I guess since this is the lot life has handed me, I'm bound to it.
Well, enough about me. How are things in Boston? Quiet I suppose? Must be nice to live in a place like that, I'm sure it beats the dive of a town I was unfortunate enough to get stranded in. Maybe when all of this is over, I can come back and visit you, that is if I even make it back. Not so sure of myself holding a gun. Well, holding it isn't a problem, aiming it at someone and pulling the trigger will be the hard part. Hopefully things won't come to that.
Well love, its lights out in a few so I guess that's all for now. I'll be looking forward to hearing from you, if you decide to write me back. It's perfectly okay if you don't. Just knowing someone out there knows I'm here and is thinking about me is more than I could ever ask for.
Take care Naomi and I'll talk to you again soon,
Gerard x
Naomi sighed lightly as she read the last words and laid the letter in her lap. She smiled as she looked down at it before she grinned and jumped off the bed.
Sitting down at her desk, Naomi pulled the new stationary she had bought with the small allowance she received for working at the diner out of her desk drawer before grabbing a pen and pulled a crisp piece of pink paper out of the box.
Her smile was still evident as she wrote the first line.
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