Title: Love Letters
Author: KC
Pairing: Pique/Jouty
Rating: PG
Word Count: 576
Disclaimer: I do not own Gerard Pique. This is a work of fiction. This was written for fun. No profit is being made and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Jouty I started it... I will finish it I hope :D
The library was quiet but I needed a table to myself. I spotted a table with one chair and quickly went to grab it. I got there got my paper and pen out and started to write. After finishing writing the letter I wondered how I was going to get it to her. As she came into my thoughts I started to wonder what she did at home. Why she didn’t attend any parties? As for her looks what was up with those big black glasses. I mean she could wear lenses, hers eyes would look beautiful with some make up. And that hair, it looked like a bird’s nest didn’t the girl own a pair of straighteners. As I kept thinking I realised that my priority was to get her to be my math tutor not my girlfriend. I folded the letter, picked my bag and made my way back to the locker corridor. It was filled with students everywhere and Jouty had her head stuck in her locker. How was I going to get this letter to her? I stood there and thought when the bell went for class. I realised this was the perfect opportunity to drop the letter in her locker. I waited for the corridor to clear and then quickly went to slip the note in her locker.
It had been such a funny day. I was already getting a headache and I still had to go shoot later on in the evening. I hated it but since I had the talent I decided to earn some money to so that I could get into Harvard. I mean it was an Ivy League college and cost big bucks if I didn’t have a scholarship. I walked to my locker quickly and opened it to dump some of my books in when I noticed a folded piece of paper. I was sure I hadn’t put it there. Who could have put it there? I put my books in my locker and opened the paper. It was a letter.
Dear Jouty,
I guess you are wondering why I am writing to you, right? I thought this form of communication appropriate before we meet after all I am the resident bad boy and I am afraid if I come near you, you will probably faint. So basically I need a Math tutor and Mr Flynn our brilliant genius math teacher suggested I get you to tutor me. I am rubbish at Math and I need to keep my grades up if I want to continue on the soccer team. So please pretty please will you be my tutor? If you agree I will meet you at the town library on Saturday morning at 10am. I guess if you don’t turn up you don’t want to be my tutor. I will pay you as well… some money but it won’t be much. So please be my tutor.
Your looking forward to meeting you student Gerard. :D
I re read the letter again. Pique wanted me to be his math tutor. Oh my God why would Mr Flynn, one of my favorite teachers, do this to me? My headache started to get worse. I looked in my bag for some pain killers but had none. What was I going to do? Well I still had 2 days to think about it right now I had to get home and grab my stuff for the shooting tonight.
Author: KC
Pairing: Pique/Jouty
Rating: PG
Word Count: 576
Disclaimer: I do not own Gerard Pique. This is a work of fiction. This was written for fun. No profit is being made and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Jouty I started it... I will finish it I hope :D
The library was quiet but I needed a table to myself. I spotted a table with one chair and quickly went to grab it. I got there got my paper and pen out and started to write. After finishing writing the letter I wondered how I was going to get it to her. As she came into my thoughts I started to wonder what she did at home. Why she didn’t attend any parties? As for her looks what was up with those big black glasses. I mean she could wear lenses, hers eyes would look beautiful with some make up. And that hair, it looked like a bird’s nest didn’t the girl own a pair of straighteners. As I kept thinking I realised that my priority was to get her to be my math tutor not my girlfriend. I folded the letter, picked my bag and made my way back to the locker corridor. It was filled with students everywhere and Jouty had her head stuck in her locker. How was I going to get this letter to her? I stood there and thought when the bell went for class. I realised this was the perfect opportunity to drop the letter in her locker. I waited for the corridor to clear and then quickly went to slip the note in her locker.
It had been such a funny day. I was already getting a headache and I still had to go shoot later on in the evening. I hated it but since I had the talent I decided to earn some money to so that I could get into Harvard. I mean it was an Ivy League college and cost big bucks if I didn’t have a scholarship. I walked to my locker quickly and opened it to dump some of my books in when I noticed a folded piece of paper. I was sure I hadn’t put it there. Who could have put it there? I put my books in my locker and opened the paper. It was a letter.
Dear Jouty,
I guess you are wondering why I am writing to you, right? I thought this form of communication appropriate before we meet after all I am the resident bad boy and I am afraid if I come near you, you will probably faint. So basically I need a Math tutor and Mr Flynn our brilliant genius math teacher suggested I get you to tutor me. I am rubbish at Math and I need to keep my grades up if I want to continue on the soccer team. So please pretty please will you be my tutor? If you agree I will meet you at the town library on Saturday morning at 10am. I guess if you don’t turn up you don’t want to be my tutor. I will pay you as well… some money but it won’t be much. So please be my tutor.
Your looking forward to meeting you student Gerard. :D
I re read the letter again. Pique wanted me to be his math tutor. Oh my God why would Mr Flynn, one of my favorite teachers, do this to me? My headache started to get worse. I looked in my bag for some pain killers but had none. What was I going to do? Well I still had 2 days to think about it right now I had to get home and grab my stuff for the shooting tonight.
Thank you for updating. Why on earth does he think I would faint. Who faints around guys?
ReplyDeleteThank you baji for updating so soon. Something I clearly don't know how to do.