Author's Note: Hi everybody! I'm alive! I know I haven't updated in a while… over a year… *hangs head in shame*…. but I do have an excuse. Without going into specifics, let's just say that the end of 2015, and all of 2016 was the hardest, most stressful year and a half of my life. I had to deal with a lot, and it wasn't easy. Anyway, in the past couple of months, my life has started to get a lot better, and I'm in a really good place right now. I thought it would be fun to start working on my fanfic again. I hope you guys enjoy. And a big thank you to everyone who favorited, followed, and reviewed this story since I last updated.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Everything in bold and italics comes directly from The Perks of Being a Wallflower book, and was thus written by Stephen Chbosky.
The next day, Sam, Patrick, and Mary Elizabeth were all sitting in Sam and Patrick's living room, reading Charlie's letters. When Mary Elizabeth first asked-well told- Sam and Patrick that she would also be reading Charlie's letters, they explained to her that it would be a violation of Charlie's privacy if they let her read them without his permission. So, Mary Elizabeth talked to Charlie and convinced him that she should also be allowed to read the letters because many of them were about her.
Sam was a bit angry at Mary Elizabeth. Charlie never could figure out how to stand up to Mary Elizabeth, and Sam felt like she forced him, in a way, to let her read the letters. However, she voiced none of this to Mary Elizabeth as she knew that they would both be leaving for separate colleges soon, and she didn't feel it was a good time to start an argument with her.
Patrick started to read the next letter out loud.
November 8, 1991 Dear friend,
Bill gave me my first B in advanced English class for my paper on Peter Pan! To tell you the truth, I don't know what I did differently from the other papers. He told me that my sense of language is improving along with my sentence structure. I think it's great that I could be improving on these things without noticing. By the way, Bill gives me A's on my report cards and letters to my parents. The grades on these papers are just between us.
"I find it odd that Charlie is friends with his English teacher," Mary Elizabeth interrupted.
"I find it odd that Charlie willingly reads extra books and writes extra essays for his English teacher when he doesn't have too," Patrick added.
"Only Charlie," Sam laughed. Patrick and Mary Elizabeth nodded in agreement.
I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.
I thought about maybe writing for magazines just so I could see an article that didn't say things like I mentioned before. "As - wiped the honey mustard off of her lips, she spoke to me about her third husband and the healing power of crystals." But honestly, I think I would be a very bad reporter because I can't imagine sitting across the table from a politician or a movie star and asking them questions. I think I would probably just ask for their autograph for my mom or something.
"Wouldn't we all?" Patrick interjected. Sam and Mary Elizabeth laughed. They both agreed with Patrick.
I would probably get fired for doing this. So, I thought about maybe writing for a newspaper instead because I could ask regular people questions, but my sister says that newspapers always lie. I do not know if this is true, so I'll just have to see when I get older.
"Charlie's going to write novels," Sam said knowingly, with a small little smile on her face.
"They're probably going to be depressing novels," Mary Elizabeth pointed out. Sam could disagree.
Patrick, however, suddenly had a very serious look on his face. "I don't think they will be," he told the girls. "I think that anything that Charlie writes may be partly sad, but will have a really uplifting ending. Charlie tends to see the best in people. I think whatever he winds up writing will reflect that."
Sam and Mary Elizabeth got very quiet, thinking about what he said, so Patrick went back to reading.
I did start working for a fanzine called Punk Rocky. It's this xerox magazine about punk rock and The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I don't write for it, but I help out.
Mary Elizabeth is in charge of it, just like she is in charge of the local Rocky Horror Picture Show showings. Mary Elizabeth is a very interesting person because she has a tattoo that symbolizes Buddhism and a belly button ring and wears her hair to make somebody mad, but when she's in charge of something, she acts like my dad when he comes home from a "long day." She is a senior, and she says that my sister is a tease and a snob. I told her not to say anything like that about my sister again.
"My hair isn't worn 'to make somebody mad!'" Mary Elizabeth exclaimed angrily. Sam and Patrick shared a look of quiet disagreement. "I can't believe he wrote that!"
"I can't believe you told him his sister was 'a tease and a snob!' If somebody said that about Sam I would… I would… I don't even know what I would do. All I know is that the person who said those things would be very, very sorry," Patrick scolded her.
"Oh, you know I was right about her," Mary Elizabeth defended. "I still can't believe that someone like Charlie is her brother."
"I feel bad for her," said Sam. "Mary Elizabeth, you missed the letters where Charlie talked about her boyfriend. He hit her, and she didn't realize that it wasn't okay. She was still in love with him anyway."
"Whatever," said Mary Elizabeth. "Let's just keep reading."
Of all the things I've done this year so far, I think I like The Rocky Horror Picture Show the best.
Patrick and Sam took me to the theater to see it on Halloween night. It's really fun because all these kids dress up like the people in the movie, and they act out the movie in front of the screen. Also, people shout at the movie on cue. I guess you probably know this already, but I thought I'd say it anyway in case you didn't.
Patrick plays "Frank 'N Furter." Sam plays "Janet." It is very hard to watch the movie because Sam walks around in her underwear when she plays Janet. I am really trying not to think of her that way, which is becoming increasingly difficult.
To tell you the truth, I love Sam. It's not a movie kind of love either. I just look at her sometimes, and I think she is the prettiest and nicest person in the whole world. She is also very smart and fun. I wrote her a poem after I saw her in The Rocky Horror Picture Show, but I didn't show it to her because I was embarrassed. I would write it out for you, but I think that would be disrespectful to Sam.
"I kind of want to her that poem," joked Patrick. Sam just rolled her eyes at him.
The thing is that Sam is now going out with a boy named Craig.
"Uh, him!" Exclaimed Patrick. Everybody laughed.
"I still can't believe how long I let myself be fooled by that jerk!" Sam was still angry a herself for not being able to see through all of Craig's lies.
"Don't feel bad," Mary Elizabeth comforted. "We all mistakenly thought that Craig was a good guy.
Craig is older than my brother. I think he may even be twenty-one because he drinks red wine. Craig plays "Rocky" in the show. Patrick says that Craig is "cut and hunky." I do not know where Patrick finds his expressions.
But I guess that he's right, Craig is cut and hunky. He is also a very creative person. He's putting himself through the Art Institute here by being a male model for JCPenney catalogs and things like that.
He likes to take photographs, and I've seen a few of them, and they are very good. There is this one photograph of Sam that is just beautiful. It would be impossible to describe how beautiful it is, but I'll try.
If you listen to the song "Asleep," and you think about those pretty weather days that make you remember things, and you think about the prettiest eyes you've known, and you cry, and the person holds you back, then I think you will see the photograph.
I want Sam to stop liking Craig.
Now, I guess maybe you think that's because I am jealous of him. I'm not. Honest. It's just that Craig doesn't really listen to her when she talks. I don't mean that he's a bad guy because he's not. It's just that he always looks distracted.
"You should've asked Charlie what he thought of Craig," Mary Elizabeth told Sam, half joking, half serious.
Sam laughed bitterly. "Yeah, I could have saved myself a lot of heartbreak."
It's like he would take a photograph of Sam, and the photograph would be beautiful. And he would think that the reason the photograph was beautiful was because of how he took it. If I took it, I would know that the only reason it's beautiful is because of Sam.
"Seriously Sam, if you don't start dating Charlie, I will," Patrick warned her.
I just think it's bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees the girl is better than the girl actually is. And I think it's bad when the most honest way a boy can look at a girl is through a camera. It's very hard for me to see Sam feel better about herself just because an older boy sees her that way.
I asked my sister about this, and she said that Sam has low self-esteem. My sister also said that Sam had a reputation when she was a sophomore. According to my sister, Sam used to be a "blow queen." I hope you know what that means because I really can't think about Sam and describe it to you.
"See, I was right. How dare his sister gossip about you," Mary Elizabeth fumed.
Sam was upset because she had defended Charlie's sister earlier, only to find out the terrible things she had told Charlie about her. Patrick was upset because everything Charlie's sister had said about Sam was true. He didn't like to be reminded of how Sam used to be.
I am really in love with Sam, and it hurts very much.
I did ask my sister about the boy at the dance. She wouldn't talk about it until I promised that I wouldn't tell anybody, not even Bill. So, I promised. She said that she has been seeing this boy secretly since Dad said she couldn't. She says she thinks about him when he's not there. She says they're going to get married after they both finish college, and he finishes law school.
Sam was still mad about what Charlie's sister had said about her. But she was also worried about her and her relationship with her boyfriend.
She told me not to worry because he hasn't hit her since that night. And she said not to worry because he won't hit her again. She really didn't say any more other than that, although she kept talking.
It was nice sitting with my sister that night because she almost never likes to talk to me. I was surprised that she told me as much as she did, but I guess that since she's keeping things secret, she can't tell anybody. And I guess she was just dying to tell somebody.
But as much as she told me not to, I do worry a lot about her. She is my sister, after all.
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