Bettys pov:
I arrived at pops and sit at the table 3 rows down waiting for my bestfriend Veronica, I hear the bell jingle and I turn around to see her walking in and sliding into the booth in front of me.
"Hey B!" She says with a bright smile, "hey V, how's it going?" I say with a small smile.
"It's going great, Archie and I are starting to get more serious as friends and it's going perfect." She says before pop walks over to take our order, "what can I get you ladies?" Pop asks with his jolly smile.
"A strawberry milkshake, a cheeseburger and some fries." I say smiling at him, "I'll have the same pop." Veronica says with the same smile.
"So B how's things going with you?" Veronica asks returning her attention to me, "honestly V I have no idea, I probably couldn't tell you the last 3 things I've felt the past two weeks." I say with a blank expression.
"B we have to get you out of this funk." Veronica says looking at pop who is bringing over our food, "thanks pop." Veronica and I say in unison.
"It's not a funk, it's just how I am, I don't really think there's anything to fix." I say taking a fry from my plate, "that's cause you don't understand the joys of feeling anymore, it's time to fix that." Veronica says taking a sip of her milkshake.
"Veronica I'm not a broken toy, you can't just fix me.
I don't wanna feel right now, it isn't a bad thing.
I know if I let myself feel anything I'll fall for someone, or I'll get hurt by a small comment then cry in my room.
I don't want that V, I can't handle anymore hurt.
My heart can only take so much before it explodes, there's no reason to feel so I simply won't." I say to her as I pick up my burger, we sat in silence eating for the next few minutes.
"Archie texted me, he wants to talk about some things." Veronica says looking at me for approval to leave, "alright V, see you tomorrow then." I say letting her know she can leave.
I take out my note book from the small bag I have and start writing, "To whoever is reading this, I am lost. Sometimes it seems like my life is perfect, like I have everything.
But there's something wrong with me, I can't feel anything.
I mean I can but barely, I can't get close to anyone.
It's not like I have trust issues or anything, I just can't get close to anyone.
That's why I'm not going to say who this letter is written by, nor address it to anyone in particular.
I want to be able to talk to someone, without judgement of me "overreacting" or "complaining" about my life or emotions, because I can't help how I feel.
So if you are willing to talk with me, about all the troubles of your life as well as hear mine, let me know with a letter, drop it off in the suggestion box at the blue and gold office with it titled "I'm in".
In the future, my letters will be put on the top of the locker just next to the door of the blue and gold.
Don't be afraid to tell me about yourself as much as you need.
No judgement, I promise, I'm all ears. Are you in?" I finally finish.
I get up and walk out of pops paying for my half of the food, I walk home and put the letter in the book of Romeo and Juliet.
I tuck the letter between two pages and head downstairs, "hey mom I'm going to return Romeo and Juliet, I'll be home in about 45 minutes." I say to her grabbing my keys out of the bowl by the door.
"Alright be careful." I hear my mom say as I walk out the door, I head to the library and turn it in.
I walk back home and get ready for bed, i lay down and let my mind linger.
"I wonder how long it will be til someone finds my letter." I think to myself as I finally drift off into some much needed sleep.
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(A/N: I hope you guys enjoy my new story, don't forget to comment and vote. I'm always open to suggestions.💛)