Love, Creekwood (Simonverse #3.5)(12)
(Do I want to know??)
FROM: [email protected]
TO: [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], [email protected], SIMONIRVINSPIER @GMAIL.COM, [email protected]
DATE: NOV 23 AT 4:44 PM
SUBJECT: RE: SQUAD THE F UP
Fifth grade. Please see attached.
FROM: [email protected]
TO: [email protected]
DATE: DEC 10 AT 11:12 PM
SUBJECT: FINALS AND OTHER F-WORDS
Okay, I changed my mind. This is overkill, Abby, you’ve been at the library for fifteen hours. How am I supposed to study for earth science without you tucked up next to me with your knees butterflied out (I maintain that this is not a real sitting position)? Also, hi, how come nobody’s randomly initiating a full sequence of dramatic arm and back stretches? Who’s going to elbow me in the boobs, Abby? I can’t elbow myself.
ABBY SUSO, DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I HAVE A PONYTAIL RIGHT NOW, THIS SECOND, AND THERE’S LITERALLY NO ONE DOING LITTLE ABSENTMINDED PIANO MOVES ON THE NAPE OF MY NECK?
So, yeah. I’m officially not a fan of final exams, especially the part where I decide to be an absolute dumbfuck by insisting we hole up in separate library study rooms. I don’t know what I was thinking. Let’s just quit while we’re ahead, okay? We gave it a shot, got a lot of work done, and now we can focus on our anatomy exam, like normal people who don’t actually take anatomy.
Real talk: I know how hard you’ve been working on this story, and I’m amazed by you. Just think, in a few days, it will be done and submitted and well on its way to earning you a big shiny A on your transcript. And then you’ll take commissions from your fans, right? How about this one: two girls coming home late for winter break, so they can spend a few extra nights in their dorm room. With the door locked.
Okay, Hermione Granger, I’m shutting down my laptop now. Come home soon. ?
All best,
LCB
FROM: [email protected]
TO: [email protected]
DATE: DEC 9 AT 3:31 AM
SUBJECT: RE: FINALS AND OTHER F-WORDS
I’M DONE, I’M DONE, I’M DONE, THANK GOD. HOLY SHIT. Okay, I’m waiting for the shuttle so I can come home to my little freckle-faced sleeping beauty, and LeLe, I’m so sorry, I know I smell like libraries, but I’ll have to shower tomorrow. Because for now, the exhausted void once known as Abigail Suso is passing the fuck out on her silk fucking pillowcase and sleeping in as long as she wants. And then I’m going to wake up tomorrow fully recharged, at which point I’ll read this mofo one more time, and then I’m pressing send and turning it in a day before it’s due. Yeah, you heard me, I’m going full Taylor Metternich. And then, Leah, then! I’m taking it to the next level with some of that sweet, sweet Analysis of Geometry and Calculus. I am NAILING finals week, Leah, nailing it!!!!!!!
Okay wow, I’m reading this email over, and I know, Leah, I know I sound REALLY drunk. But I’m not. I honestly haven’t had a drop to drink (except, like, a billion drops of coffee). I’m just an ungodly level of exhausted right now. And I miss you. I miss your face, LCB. Fuck. I’m so tired, I’m just gonna say the thing, Leah. I love you. I’m in love with you. There it is. (I know this is the least surprising development of all time, and I know I’m not subtle, and I know you’re still getting used to that word, but Leah, I love you so much I can’t stand it. I think about you constantly. Do you have any idea how often I say your name in my head??) Anyway, you’re going to wake up before me and read this before I’m awake enough to talk my way out of it, and maybe that’s a good thing. Or we could just pretend this email never happened. Up to you, Leah Burke. But now you know where I stand.
xo and xo and my whole goddamn heart,
Abby
FROM: [email protected]
TO: [email protected]
DATE: DEC 18 AT 1:52 PM
SUBJECT: RE: GET YOUR BUTT HOME, SPIER
I am. So jealous. I can’t believe I’m still here with an exam Thursday afternoon and three papers due Friday (THREE!) and you’ve been home for a week. But to answer your questions: I get in Friday afternoon, and Bram should get in thirty minutes after me. We’re just going to take MARTA up to the North Creek station, and then Bram’s mom is picking us up, so we should be good (but thank you!!!).
And I’m actually here through New Year’s! Savannah isn’t until January. Sorry, I realize calling it a Chanukah trip was slightly misleading, haha. But yeah, Chanukah’s actually over. B and I celebrated when I was in NY after Thanksgiving (he did the menorah prayer in Hebrew, it was so freaking cute). But we’re driving down on January 4th so we can do Late Ass Chanukah with his dad, stepmom, Caleb, and various elderly relatives, including Grandpa Greenfeld (who Bram describes as Bernie Sanders meets Eugene Levy, so I’m predicting only excellence).
Okay, so FYI, we’re officially confirmed for January 18th for my Top Secret Mission. Right now, the plan is to get him over to Garrett’s parents’ house after dinner, and we’ll have all you guys waiting in the basement. I’m still working on getting a final head count. Nick’s already going to be back in Boston (BOOO) and Alice is doing that January winter session thing. But so far, it’s me, you and Abby, Garrett, a bunch of the other soccer guys, and obviously Nora. And then we’ve got Bram’s cousin Starr and her boyfriend (they’re the ones who wore their school uniforms to Netherworld last year, remember? And you asked them which anime they were cosplaying? ICONIC). Anyway, Bram’s cousin SJ on the Greenfeld side is also coming, and we’re just waiting for confirmation from SJ’s boyfriend. So we’re probably looking at around fifteen people or so?