Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Gabe to Randy

Dad,



                Ah. How your weekly emails continue to amuse me. School is going okay here in LA. Nikki keeps checking on me whenever he as the time, I suppose. Yes, I’m staying away from drugs and whatnot. Mom pretty much… Scared me into not doing them. Football is going great! I’m really enjoying it. It’s hard work and I’m half way through my senior year. I miss you and mom and sometimes wish that I was at home, but I guess it’s not the same without you or mom there. Seeing as you’re either not home at the same time, or that when you are, it’s not for very long. I’m 17 years old and I’m out on my own. I talked briefly with Shy and Ana. They say Seattle is still rainy and they’re sick of it, so they’re both threatening to move away, but Bran convinced them not too.

                I watch you whenever you’re on the TV. I watch mom’s live concerts or interviews. From my look at Ember, I can tell you right now—She’s going to be one that doesn’t want new things. She’s going to be one who doesn’t want a lot of new, shiny things that most people have. I heard about what Mia said to Shawn and I laughed when mom told me. Mia finally grew some balls and decided to move out. Hell, is everybody moving out? Lulu’s in New York—Even though I tried to convince her to move to LA with me, but she said she wanted to give New York a chance.

                My apartment is cool. I got a job at a music store and the money is adequate. It gets me by when I need it and no—before you ask, I don’t want your money. I moved out to LA to try and make something out of myself and that’s what I’ll do, dammit!  I guess I got mom’s stubborn streak, eh, old man?

                I have pictures of everybody on my mantle and around my walls along with some of my art work. It’s not home on the ranch, but it’ll get me by. I miss you guys a lot and wish you would come visit me. I have a girlfriend now. Her name’s Ari. Her full name is Arizona. (I know, weird, right?). She’s shy and she has brown hair and bright gray eyes. She’s my age and we both go to the same high school. She’s not after whatever money I have and we kind of live together. (I know, you’re probably growling as you’re reading this) Her dad abuses her and her mom’s a no good drunk. When I first got to LA, I saw her sitting in the park and I went up and talked to her, something about her drew me to her. (I’m not ruling out a mate bond). She’s a full human who’s interested in the supernatural… But how do I tell her I’m a were panther? I can see it now. “Oh, Ari… By the way… I’m a were… I can shift into a panther!” Yeah… that’ll go over REALLY well… Sigh… What should I do, dad?

                Well, how’s everybody? I heard Mark was travelling again—Oh man… I know he has to be in good shape for teaching the students at the school, but how’s his body holding up to the travelling? How’s mom taking it? I’m guessing mom is on her yearly tour. I got her letter and she tells me she takes Ember with her on tour now. She told me that she can’t stand to stay away from her little Emmy. The guys love Ember and they like it when mom brings her on tour. Mom also said that AJ’s teaching her how to play the drums. (Against mom’s advice…).

                Life in LA isn’t how I thought it’d be. Everybody here is different and it’s awesome! I really enjoy it by a lot and they say we’re suppose to get a hot summer this year—but I’m from Texas, I can handle the heat. Ha-ha. Tell me more about how you’re doing. I know we’ve had our ups and downs as of late. I’m totally willing to put that all behind me and start anew. Y’know?



                Make sure you write back, old man.- (Yes, I’m aware that you’re only in your 30’s… So kiss my ass… lol). – and tell me all about what’s been going on back at home! I’m eager to hear all about it. (Even though I keep getting letters from Lulu- (we talk all the time on the computer and on the phone. She’s flying out to stay with me for the weekend) – Mia and the pack.

                Anyway… I gotta jet.



Love,

Gabe.

               

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