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Naomi was grinning big as she read the letter to Jordan. They were both lounging on her bed and the blondes smile matched that of Naomi's.
"Wow Casper," Jordan grinned, "I think he's taken with you."
"You think so?" Naomi asked hopefully.
"Oh, definitely!"
Naomi's smile lit up at that as she reread the letter silently to herself. Gerard thought she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen? That small statement would be enough to make her happy for weeks, but the fact that he wished their friendship could be more...now that statement had her grinning like a fool.
"Jordan, your mother called," Donna said as she looked into Naomi's room.
"Thanks, Mrs. Hackett," Jordan said as she rolled off the bed and stood. "Well I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow, Nae Nae."
"Yeah."
Jordan chuckled at Naomi as the lovestruck girl just sat there grinning as she looked at the letter in her hand. Shaking her head, Jordan smiled big as she turned and walked from the room.
Naomi barely heard her door close before she looked up and stood from the bed. She immediately went to her desk, pulling the small box of black stationary from the drawer and sitting down. Grabbing a fresh piece of paper, she reread Gerard's letter before composing her own.
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September 22, 1967
Hey Gerard,
You really have a way with words, don't you? I'm not sure I'll ever get this smile off my face. I think the only other guy I ever remember saying I was pretty was my Dad, but he doesn't exactly count, now does he?
I think about the day on the pier as well. It was the first time I've ever felt like anything other than a child. Mom still treats me like I'm nine and although you are a bit older than me; it was...nice to pretend that it was more than it actually was. See, just writing that is making me blush. God I feel so juvenile now. I think maybe I'll change subjects before I completely trash this letter and start over.
I've been watching the news when Mom lets me, trying to understand the war better. It still doesn't make a lot of sense to me and it probably never will. I still haven't figured out why we're there and from the news footage, it scares me to think you're going. I wouldn't wish that on anyone and you're in my prayers every night.
My mom keeps telling me not to worry so much about it, but I can't. I don't think I ever really cared much one way or the other until I met you, but now, I can't seem to think about much else. I know it'll be hard once you get there, but just remember that I'm here and more than likely, I'm thinking about you.
Well, I guess that's all for now. I'm going to put this in the mail tonight and hopefully it will reach you before you leave. Stay safe and I'll be waiting to hear from you.
Naomi x
Gerard leaned his head against the cold steel of the plane, staring at the words Naomi had written. He had received the letter only hours before his troop loaded into the plane and headed out. His nerves were on edge and as he held the small piece of paper in his hands, he could almost see her face.
He wasn't sure why Naomi was affecting him so much. Was it her or just the dire circumstances he was in that made him feel as if she was his only lifeline to the real world? Whatever it was, he enjoyed the feeling and had no intentions of letting go of it anytime soon.
Folding the letter, Gerard replaced it in its envelope before tucking it inside his jacket pocket. Listening to the roar of the plane's engine, Gerard closed his eyes, the vision of his angelic girl shining in his mind's eye. As her face lit with laughter, he smiled, remembering the sweet smell of cinnoman and the sparkle in her eyes as she looked at him. Sighing heavily, he raised his hand, fingering the small cross that hung around his neck before he let his mind drift back to where things had started. A small diner and the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
"Wow Casper," Jordan grinned, "I think he's taken with you."
"You think so?" Naomi asked hopefully.
"Oh, definitely!"
Naomi's smile lit up at that as she reread the letter silently to herself. Gerard thought she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen? That small statement would be enough to make her happy for weeks, but the fact that he wished their friendship could be more...now that statement had her grinning like a fool.
"Jordan, your mother called," Donna said as she looked into Naomi's room.
"Thanks, Mrs. Hackett," Jordan said as she rolled off the bed and stood. "Well I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow, Nae Nae."
"Yeah."
Jordan chuckled at Naomi as the lovestruck girl just sat there grinning as she looked at the letter in her hand. Shaking her head, Jordan smiled big as she turned and walked from the room.
Naomi barely heard her door close before she looked up and stood from the bed. She immediately went to her desk, pulling the small box of black stationary from the drawer and sitting down. Grabbing a fresh piece of paper, she reread Gerard's letter before composing her own.
~~~~~~~
September 22, 1967
Hey Gerard,
You really have a way with words, don't you? I'm not sure I'll ever get this smile off my face. I think the only other guy I ever remember saying I was pretty was my Dad, but he doesn't exactly count, now does he?
I think about the day on the pier as well. It was the first time I've ever felt like anything other than a child. Mom still treats me like I'm nine and although you are a bit older than me; it was...nice to pretend that it was more than it actually was. See, just writing that is making me blush. God I feel so juvenile now. I think maybe I'll change subjects before I completely trash this letter and start over.
I've been watching the news when Mom lets me, trying to understand the war better. It still doesn't make a lot of sense to me and it probably never will. I still haven't figured out why we're there and from the news footage, it scares me to think you're going. I wouldn't wish that on anyone and you're in my prayers every night.
My mom keeps telling me not to worry so much about it, but I can't. I don't think I ever really cared much one way or the other until I met you, but now, I can't seem to think about much else. I know it'll be hard once you get there, but just remember that I'm here and more than likely, I'm thinking about you.
Well, I guess that's all for now. I'm going to put this in the mail tonight and hopefully it will reach you before you leave. Stay safe and I'll be waiting to hear from you.
Naomi x
Gerard leaned his head against the cold steel of the plane, staring at the words Naomi had written. He had received the letter only hours before his troop loaded into the plane and headed out. His nerves were on edge and as he held the small piece of paper in his hands, he could almost see her face.
He wasn't sure why Naomi was affecting him so much. Was it her or just the dire circumstances he was in that made him feel as if she was his only lifeline to the real world? Whatever it was, he enjoyed the feeling and had no intentions of letting go of it anytime soon.
Folding the letter, Gerard replaced it in its envelope before tucking it inside his jacket pocket. Listening to the roar of the plane's engine, Gerard closed his eyes, the vision of his angelic girl shining in his mind's eye. As her face lit with laughter, he smiled, remembering the sweet smell of cinnoman and the sparkle in her eyes as she looked at him. Sighing heavily, he raised his hand, fingering the small cross that hung around his neck before he let his mind drift back to where things had started. A small diner and the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
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