NOTE TO SETH FROM ALEX
First of all, Seth, let me say that I love you. Don’t worry, I know how much you hate it when I say that (which is why I do; you do know me, don’t you?). And I know you’ll hate me even more when you see this, but I have to tell it—I can’t keep everything inside me anymore with the tale running cold in my veins. You don’t want me to, I know (despite all my reassurances that no one cares), but it’s really not your say.
So, pardon me from being blunt and cruel, but this is for your own good. And mine, hopefully.
Seth sat on the dull metal bleachers, his trigonometry book open on his lap, his brows furrowed as his eyes tried to suck the equations into his brain. Not that it worked. The sun beat down upon his blonde hair and pale neck, making him feel like his head was overheating from the strain. Sighing, he snapped the book shut and pulled a pen from behind his ear, sucking contemplatively on the point.
It was always at this time that Alex found him, much to Seth’s annoyance.
“If that pen explodes, I’m going to laugh my ass off.