It was nice receiving your letter a week ago and I'm extremely sorry that it has taken me a week to write you back, but college life is very hectic and I have finals coming up...which means I'm stuck studying almost every night, trying to cram as much information into my brain as I possibly can. You asked me in your last letter my age and you were right actually in guessing my age. I am twenty but I won't be for much longer. In two months, I'll be twenty-one..I'll be legal!! Not that it means much being legal...but moving on. To answer your other question that you asked me, I'm majoring in Creative Writing. I could never decide what to major in when I began school and I finally decided on it because you can apply it to so many fields in the journalistic world. I am minoring in elementary education...although I don't believe it was a good choice. After all, you've be lucky to experience my short temper and uncontrollable tongue first hand. I would hate to go off on a room full of first graders...but you have to do something to make money.
How is tour life going? I couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like moving around from place to place and never remaining in one set spot for very long. I know that I would definitely be home sick and I admire you for the fact that you're able to do it. You're able to stand up there every night, sing the same songs over and over, yet manage to keep a smile on your face even through the rough periods. That requires courage and strength..two things that I lack in my life and I admire you for possessing them, JC...don't ever let go of those two qualities. How are the rest of the guys doing? I know that they probably don't personally care for me..afterall..I was nothing but rude to you guys, but I hope they are all safe and secure.
Well, JC..I don't know much to ramble about. I have some notes to look over and I am sure you are probably busy right now and I don't want to take up too much of your time. Just know that I am glad we were able to work things out and be...friends. Its nice saying that you're my friend and I consider you very special. Stay safe and in touch!!
Later, Zara
JC smiled as he finished reading her brief letter, letting his fingers trail over her name before folding it up and placing it back into the envelope in which it had been mailed. He could tell that Zara was trying her best to let her true personality shine through and it was easily noticed that she could express herself through words. She couldn't control her temper, but she could control her emotions through writing and he definitely admired that. He was able to express his emotions through music and words went wonderfully with music...maybe that was why he was feeling so close to her even when she was so far away.
"JC?" Chris asked as he stepped into the back of the bus, waving his hands up and down trying to attract his attention. "Earth to JC."
"I see you, Chris," JC said as he stood up and stretched his arms above his head. "I just refuse to acknowledge your presence..but now that you've bothered me..what do you want?"
Chris snickered and rolled his eyes before sitting down on the couch JC had previously been sitting on and sighing. "You're girlfriend is driving us all insane..she's being stuck up and not letting us play games..she said it 'disturbed her'..we're really close to kicking her off, man."
"That's your problem..not mine," he replied simply, taking Zara's letter and placing it in his jacket that was lying close to Chris. "If you reach for that..you're not going to have any hands to play games with."
"You're hateful," Chris said before standing up and turning towards the door, only to stop when he saw Bobbie poised and looking at him with an evil glare in her eyes. "Excuse me!"
JC bit his lip to contain his laughter at the look of hatred that crossed Bobbie's face as she moved so that Chris could exit. "Hello sweetheart."
"What were the two of you talking about?" she asked, not even letting on as if she had heard his sweet greeting. "Was it about me?"
He walked over to her and slid his arms around her waist, rolling his eyes as he felt her tense up at his touch. "Why do you think that we were talking about you? He just asked me if he could borrow one of my shirts that I recently bought because he's meeting up with an old friend at the next stop."
'Nice cover up, JC,' she thought to herself, trying to contain her anger that was building because he was lying. "I have a meeting to attend when we stop."
"How long will you be away?" he asked in an excited tone that he hoped she didn't pick up on. Ever since she had came to see him, she had been plastered to his side, not allowing him a moment to breathe without her near. He needed some space...especially from her.
"Why, JC.." she began, moving away from him and crossing her arms across her chest, letting a pout creep up on her lips. "You're wanting me gone."
"We go through this everytime that you're going to be away and I ask for how long...no, baby..I don't want you gone. I was just inquiring how long I was going to have to be without my sweetheart," he said in a sticky tone that even he could tell was fake. It was so obvious that the two of them were through with being in a relationship, but he wasn't about to draw out and let her sneak by him with whatever she had planned.
"It will just be a couple of hours...I have to meet up with an old friend and discuss some plans that we are working on," she told him, letting her eyes flash in excitement as he looked at her curiously.
"Well..I hope the two of you have fun and accomplish whatever it is that you're working on...I'm going to go up front and talk to the guys for a little bit about some new songs that I've been working on..if you want to come and listen, you can..but if you don't, you can hang back here where you'll get some peace and quiet," he said, knowing that she didn't want to be around the guys or to hear his new material. She couldn't care less about his music career...he could easily see in her eyes that all he was to her was a stepping stone that she was taking advantage of, but he would show her that he wasn't as easy going as he looked. Maybe it was Zara's spitfire attitude starting to rub off on him, but Bobbie Thomas was about to be sorry that she had chosen to end their relationship in this manner. He would be the one that got the final comment.