Page 28 of Crazy for this Girl

The same ingredients.

It’s baked at the same temperature. It’s just a different shape and made with a different crust. There’s no mind-blowing case about it.

You’re mental.

End of story.

Update on me, I started dating a guy named Casey. He’s a senior, plays football but rides the bench more than he plays. (Not that I care). I’ve been helping him with his math because apparently, it’s a trend for you football players to not know it.

However, he does know what one plus one is. *makes smiley face here*

I hope you’re good. I’m exhausted with school, and my schedule sucks this semester, but it keeps me away from Mom. She doesn’t know about Casey yet, and I plan on keeping it that way for the rest of my life.

Dad wanted me to tell you hello next time I wrote. Jonah wanted me to ask if you saw any Yu-Gi-Oh! Cards if you could bring them for him. (He already has a load of them, don’t feel obligated.)

I’m going with a few friends to go see the new Harry Potter movie—don’t start in your next letter—and I’ll write you again soon.

Talk to you later Beach Boy,

Your friend that doesn’t care about the shape of a pizza,

Laynee

P.S. I loved the Slim Shady album. I can’t believe I never listened to the whole thing before.

Dear Tone Deaf,

The disappointment and betrayal I feel is nothing compared to your last letter when you stated DC characters are better than Marvel.

I’m not sure we can continue on the way we are. It hurts too much.

Also, this is my third letter looking for evidence that Casey is really a dude and not a chick. Either is fine, and I called out Blue, so I’m going to trust that you’re telling me the truth with all the facts.

School sucks. My dad has been on me about college already and, honestly, I’m just trying to keep myself over a B to keep him quiet. My parents are talking about divorce again, but that’s every time Mom gets into a fit about not being able to go to Europe or that she wants to move into a bigger house.

Whitney broke up with me last week because I wouldn’t hold her hand at every given second of every day.

I’m relieved.

My hand has never felt better, actually.

Since my dad is on my ass about college, I think we should talk about it this summer. Do you know what you’re going to do when you graduate? I’m looking for any reason to get out of California and, what do you know, you don’t live there.

Write me back soon. You’re my only sanity right now.

Cal

Dear Cal,

Why do boys suck? And if you guessed it already from just that question alone, then, yes, Casey and I broke up. Which should prompt you to finally tell me what surprise you have for me because I need it.

I caught him flirting with some girl named... I don’t remember her name. Then I heard from a girl in my literature class that she saw them kissing in the hallway near the gym. I threw a volleyball at his head.

Hannah has been trying to get me out of the house, which doesn’t require much effort on her end because my mom and I live together and that’s the only reason I need. We’ve been shopping—which hasn’t been much fun—seeing movies, riding go-karts, and getting into this teen club in town. The music isn’t horrible but is very mainstream. I just want summer to be here already, so I don’t have to look Casey in the face and punch it.

Talk to you soon, Beach Boy,

Your friend that hates boys,

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