College Correspondence for adamparrish

[fictor]

[ Adam has a phone now. He's also got a laptop and Ronan doesn't give a flying fuck if it bothers Adam that Ronan paid for both of them. His boyfriend is far too fucking far from Henrietta for Ronan to rely only on snail mail as a means of communication. Yes, this means Ronan will answer the phone when Adam calls or texts. He also answers and sends email. Today, Adam has an email from Ronan. ]

To: adam.parrish@gmail.com
From:greywaren@gmail.com

Evening, Asshole. Or morning. Whatever. It's late. Can't sleep. Opal has a whole damn list of books for me to pick up at the library for her. She's pissed 'cause none of them are in Latin. I told her that's because authors are fucking idiots. We're camping out in one of the fields tonight. I attached some pictures and a video I took earlier. I told her ghost stories and tried teaching her to play the bagpipes. She made the fucking cows run for cover.

So let me know how shit's going with you.

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attachment three is a video of Ronan singing the murder squash song while Opal murders his bagpipes

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[adamparrish]

[ The video is annoying, sure. It's also cute as hell and makes him so damn homesick. That's why he takes a break from studying to email them back. ]

To: greywaren@gmail.com
From: adam.parrish@gmail.com

The only reason I'm replying to you after getting attachment three is because Opal is pretty cute. She's your saving grace, Lynch. Otherwise, radio silence. I sent Opal a list of books I thought she might like. Maybe you can read them too and dream her Latin versions of the books. Ut legitur ad somnia.

Right now I'm studying Psych 101, which should help me learn to unravel my boyfriend's brain. Maybe I'll understand why you like that song so much someday. Maybe I'll be able to explain it to you. I bought some reading glasses so maybe my eyes will stop going cross-eyed when reading late at night. Sometimes I think the tree outside of my dorm is talking to me. Or maybe I'm going insane. Anyway, I took a picture of it for you.

I'm saving that picture of Opal.

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[adamparrish]

So, I got told I was going to hell today. I told her I've already been there so no big. But in my mind I heard you telling her to fuck off. All to say, you're in my brain and I'm not sure that's fair or good.

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[fictor]

Opal wanted to send you this.