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"What?" She sounds shocked. She's probably never been dumped before.

"We're done. I don't want to do this anymore."

She huffs. "Are you drunk?"

"I've had some beers, but no, I'm not drunk. I'm just not interested."

"Every guy's interested in this." She opens her trench coat, showing off her body, which is covered only by a black push-up bra and matching panties. She does have a smoking hot body. I'll give her that.

Kira clears her throat and jabs my side. I quickly glance away from the door.

"What are THEY doing here?" I hear Allison ask. When I look back at her, she has her coat closed up.

"We were just hanging out," Dylan says. "Now could you leave? I have things to do."

She huffs again. "Fine. I was cheating on you anyway."

"Yeah, I figured you were. Have a good life, Allison." He shuts the door, not looking the least bit regretful that he just broke up with his girlfriend. But like I said, she wasn't much of a girlfriend. She was more of a friend with benefits. No. Scratch that. She wasn't even a friend. She treated him like shit. I never liked her. I'm glad she's gone.

"Well, we're going to head out," Kira says, walking up to Dylan.

"Don't tell her it's coming," he says.

"I won't." She turns back to me. "You ready?"

"Yeah." I meet her at the door, still confused by the whole thing. I give Dylan a wave. "Talk tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'll call ya." He goes in the kitchen.

Kira and I go out to my truck, but I don't start it. I look at her and say, "Are you gonna explain what the hell just went on in there?"

She's smiling and bouncing up and down in her seat. "Oh my God, this is so exciting. I totally get the whole old-fashioned romance thing now."

"What do you mean?"

"The letter. Amber wrote Dylan that letter and left it at his door."

"Yeah, I already got that part. But why'd she do it? Why didn't she just call him or talk to him?"

"Because it's more romantic this way. I told you she's a hopeless romantic."

"Which makes no sense because she was not romantic at all with Matt."

"Because he's not the guy she's supposed to end up with."

"What?" I asked, still confused.

She turns to face me. "Okay, I know this sounds stupid but just go with it. Amber has always had this idea in her head that if she ever found the right guy, as in the one she's meant to be with, she'd instantly know. And although she hasn't admitted it to me, I've always thought Dylan is that guy, which has now been confirmed by that letter."

"I'm still not getting it."

"She said that if she ever met that guy, the one she instantly connected with, that she wouldn't date him right away. Instead, they'd write letters, and through the letters, they'd get to know each other, like people did in the old days. She loves all that old-fashioned romance stuff. Like when couples wrote love letters while the guy was at war? We watched a documentary on that once and she cried her eyes out. She lives for that stuff. Anyway, she assumed this dating via letters thing would never actually happen because people don't write letters anymore, especially guys." She smiles. "But now, Dylan's actually going to write her back! And the fact that she even wrote him a letter in the first place just proves that she thinks he's the one."

"How did Dylan know about the letters?"

"She must've told him that night they were together."

"So they're never going to date? They're just going to write letters?"

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