alritey m'dearies! early christmas present for duddie, bliss, </3sofie</3, CrAzY, Ferard Rox, Cubicles, TaintedxRose, kadoodle, Annette, demolishedx, blondie, afjh, x-Lucie-x, Jo, Lokeriel, xXmcrangelXx, Miss.Vampire and KeepMeAlive. *gives cookies to everyone and gives extra special ones to Miss.Vampire, KeepMeAlive and CrAzY 'cause they never got new reader cookies for If You Took the Time to Notice Me...* chapter|page 1 | 1.....16|23 2 | 3.....17|23 3 | 4.....18|24 4 | 5.....19|24 5 | 9.....20|25 6 |10.....21|26 7 |12.....22|27 8 |13.....23|27 9 |14.....24|28 10|15 11|16 12|19 13|19 14|20 15|22 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I promised you a sequel right? Well here it is, baby! Enjoy!! ************************************************************* Chapter One Christmas. I hate Christmas. It’s so boring without the Jersey side Christmas Trees... “Emma!” my mom called from downstairs. “What?!” I shouted down the stairs. I heard my mom mutter something like ‘No need to scream’ under her breath before answering my question. “The present from Frank is here!” A smile immediately spread across my face and I ran down the stairs, almost tripping and falling down them. I ran to the kitchen, where I found my mom with a package in her hands. I ripped the package from her and clucthed it to my chest. I ran back to my room to have a look at the letter that was plastered to the package. Dear Schmallow, Merry Christmas! Hope you’re having a good time in CA. Life in NJ is just about the same as usual. Regular beatings, verbal abuse from Dean and Chad, but you’re not here to protect me. I have the band and Dee to help, but I still miss you a lot. I went to get a Christmas tree with my dad yesterday! I haven’t seen him for about three years! How have you been? Any special people in California? I want to come visit you and then we’ll go do something special together. Miss you Love you Lots os love from your Angel His beautiful handwriting adorned every single corner of the small piece of paper in my hands. Again this year, he had included a poem in the letter. Last year I received one called Lloyd Dobbler. Last year. That Christmas was meant to be the first Christmas I spent with Frank. And it was never to happen. He had sent me a letter including a poem and a nice Green Day T-shirt. He knew me all too well. I wondered what he had gotten me this year. Last year I sent him a black hoodie with pink comcial skulls and crossbones on it. And the pink belt I wore to school after out first date. He had always loved that belt. I had a look at the poem. It was called Florida Plates. I nearly cried while reading it. Hold you as waves crash down on the Jersey Shore Stall one last moment before goodbye I remembered that night so well. I remembered our last kiss. The feeling of it. How I'd wanted that moment to last forever. How sad and torn I felt when I realized I wasn’t going to see him for a long time. Never write all the letter with good words Better intentions Paper words could only cheapen the moments we shared Oh? He doesn’t want me to write any letters? That hurt. It really did. But if he felt that way then I’d stop sending letters and let those moments remain distant memories.