I THINK WE’RE ALONE NOW
anything you can give me that’s ray x reader……. i beg……. it can be modern or in tlw universe…. pls <////3
— riverroan
It was a rainy day in April at your house, and you were absolutely bored out of your mind.
You and Ray had original plans to go out today, but canceled them due to the rain, and you and Ray’s parents still hadn’t shown since earlier today. All you received was a message from your mother, simply saying ‘at our house, we’ll be back soon.’
You didn’t question how soon, and instead, you laid on Ray’s bed sprawled over it. Ray was..
Actually, you didn’t know where Ray was. Somewhere in the house, obviously, but not in the room currently.
You glance at the open window, watching some rain slip in through the broken piece at the very bottom. You're sure that’s not safe, but the bed is far from it, so you don’t complain.
Your gaze drops lower — lower to the bin below it, and your eyes hover over it for a second. You pulled your head up off the bed and slid the end of the bed to get a better look. It was a gray bin full of what seemed to be letters? You turned to the door to confirm Ray wasn’t there, and sneaked over to the box.
The first one that catches your eye is a white and red striped one with a heart as the wax sealing it. You probably shouldn’t open it, but you do anyway.
The letter starts with your name.
It’s been about 3 months since we got together. Time flies, doesn’t it? I remember being so nervous to ask you out that day. I needed encouragement from all my friends because I was so positive that you’d turn me down. Now that we’re together, I don’t know why I even suspected you would. You’re the kindest, most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on. I think I had originally planned to get you roses, but I felt those were too boring. Isn’t that what everyone buys their ladies? I wanted ours to be different. That’s why I got you those flowers. I don’t even know if you still have them. I hope you do, but it’s fine if not.
I don’t know if I’ll ever actually send this. Maybe I will. But after a month it wouldn’t make sense, would it? Because I wrote how long it’s been since we got together. Then it would look like I’m not keeping track.
I don’t know why I wrote this either. I just love you alot. And I can finally say it without having to excuse it as a sibling way either.
I don’t think I’ll send this. I don’t regret writing it, but this is totally embarrassing. And I have to fix all my mistakes.
Whatever.
Love, Garraty
You couldn’t help but let a smile creep on your face as you finished the note, and looked down in the bin to see notes instead of envelopes.
You pick a few up, looking at the top of the pages for dates.
The oldest one goes back to a year ago.
D: 5/10/24
God, this feels embarrassing to write.
I met a girl downtown today, she was beautiful, and that’s honestly the only thing you can describe her as.
I saw her walking down the street and I so badly wanted to go up to her, but that gives off creep vibes, doesn’t it? So I kept my distance.
But get this! The next day, I figured out she went to my high school. And I only knew that because one of my friends told me! I don’t recall ever having classes with her.
I feel weird writing about this. But I just had to. She’s not the type of person you forget.
D:5/20/24
I saw her again today. At the drive-in. She went alone, and when I asked why she did, she said it was because she had no one to go with. How could she have no one to go with? She was such a pretty girl.
Anyway, I told her that I would sit with her and she said yes. And when I offered to buy her a soda, she turned around the offer and got me one. And then she asked to hang out the next day. And then I got her name. God, she has a beautiful name.
Did heaven send this girl?
D:5/21/24
Rain stopped us from hanging out. Well, no it didn’t. Instead, she invited me over to her house. She has this little thing in her backyard — I don’t know what to call it, but it’s some sort of roof that hides us from the rain. We did nothing but talked, talked, and talked some more. I figured out her favorite flower and color. And I found out her taste in music, and so much more.
I wouldn’t mind doing this everyday.
D:6/2/24
I figured out she works at the cafe my momma always goes to in the mornings. She’s a waitress there. Maybe that’s where her kindness comes from. Maybe her mom talks to her every time she goes, specifically asks for her, and my moms kindness rubbed off on her.
Or maybe, both her and my mom are angels.
Anyway, I decided to go with my mom today, and she was surprised, yet happy, (I hope!) to see me. I couldn’t believe it. Happy? To see me?
D:6/5/24
These aren’t weird to write, right?
I just enjoy this girls company.
Anyways, today I finally grew a pair and invited her to my house. Not anything weird, obviously. She told me all about herself. Things that happened when she was a little baby. I, in return told her my most embarrassing moments. I don’t know why, but she laughed, like I was the funniest person in the world. At first I thought it was because she was making fun of me. But she wasn’t. Infact, she told me some details she had left out from her stories that she found embarrassing.
But she claimed she didn’t anymore because she was comfortable.
I really like this girl.
D:6/29/24
I’m thinking of talking her out to see fireworks on the 4th. Is that too intimate? No, of course not! Right? Jesus, I sound insane writing this.
She said she likes flowers, but didn’t specify which one was her favorite. I want to just get her roses, but that’s plain and seems like it’s just out of pity. I can’t decide which to get, though. Maybe she likes all flowers? After all, she didn’t say which. I’ll just decide when I go to the store.
Anyway, yesterday I saw her at the park. What she was doing there? God, I don’t know. But she was pretty. She had a dress on, it was a dark red and polka dots. Maybe she likes red? Perhaps I am on the right track with flowers then.
I was a little nervous to go up to her, but she saw me first and called me over. She called to me. She offered me food and again we talked. I swear I had nothing to talk about before I met her, but god, now I feel like there’s so many things now.
You place the piece of paper down and look at the other five. One is sealed shut like it’s holding secrets nobody should ever know in it.
So like anyone would, you grab that one and slowly pry it open. You check to make sure Ray isn’t behind you. One you do and confirm he isn’t there, you begin to read.
D:12/31/24
Me and her spent Christmas together. Her parents actually let her, they claimed that I could keep eyes on her very well. Whatever that means, if anything, she keeps eyes on me.
Anyway, I’ve figured out how I’m going to ask her out. Her favorite flowers are foxgloves. So perhaps I wasn’t on the right path with the color red. Doesn’t matter. It’d be romantic to ask her to be my girlfriend on newyears, right? Flowers, chocolate, and make myself look good. Definitely.
If you somehow find this, whether it’s in the far future or maybe tomorrow, I don’t regret writing this. And I certainly don’t regret the others. And most of all, I don’t regret loving you.
(I know you’ll find this anyway. You always do find out the things I try to hide. I don’t know why.)
You smile as you lower the letter.
“Snooping, huh?” Garraty says from behind you, and you sort of feel like a deer in headlights for a moment.
“Sorry,” you say teasingly, dragging out the ‘y’, “Your letters are so cute! I wish I would’ve found these sooner.”
Garraty mumbles something under his breath. The only thing you hear is “…someday.” as he approaches you and gets on his knees next to you.
“What’d you say?”
“Nothin’.” He says, but he smiles as he does. And it’s the cheeky one where you know he’s lying. You can’t bring yourself to care much after he places a kiss on your forehead and your cheek.
“Time for you to stop snooping. Your momma called me, she’s gonna be outside soon and needs help carrying the groceries?”
“What?” You say, and Ray just smiles as he gets up, urging you on. “How come she replies to you and not me?”
“Dunno,” Ray shrugs. “Maybe she likes me better.”
“No?!” You sputter out, even though you know he’s just teasing.
“Yes.” He insists. You stick your tongue out.
“My momma loves me.” You defend.
“Oh, no doubt. She just loves me a pinch more.”
“No, she doesn’t!”
@signedinmarigold
typos or incorrect things are def my fault. I will still not fix them. 😁
