"What does he want? What could he possibly have to say after 8 months?" Michele was staring at the envelope that housed Sean's letter. She didn't want to read it. She didn't want to read his apologies and get deported back to SeanLand.
Sean is a 5'11" smooth operator. He looks like the product of a passionate night between Trey Songz's mother and Rajon Rondo's father. Every girl within 50 miles of Atlanta,GA wants a chance at him because he's got what they call "shtoopid shwagg". He's quick on his feet and has an answer for everything, he can talk his way out of any situation, and he'll probably use someone else's words, or even your own to do it. Flash back 10 months. "I don't think you really care about me" The two of them were sitting in his room watching a movie, but Sean was paying more attention to his phone than the movie or Michele. His phone was always going off with an incoming text message or phone call, email, you name it. "How can you even form that sentence when you sittin here in my room in my arms?" He looked at her with those big soft brown eyes of his like she had just insulted his mother. "I can form that sentence because you never tell me that you care, and you barely show it." He put his phone down and pulled her closer to him and said "Bay, look. The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence. I shouldn't have to say it, you should just know." She didn't feel like calling him on his use of a Boondocks quotation to assess their relationship, so she let it go and took it at face value. That was how Sean operated, he'd take something that he'd heard and liked and apply to whatever situation was fitting at the time. He was far from original.
Michele was now holding the letter in her hands turning over and over in her head what may be the consequences of opening the envelope. “What do I really have to lose; maybe the mental and emotional freedom that I’ve just regained? But how much of that did I really get back? I know him, I know things about him. I can’t unknow them. Friday, sweet tea, 12, red, California rolls, anything by Jay-Z, his 18th birthday, Madden 08, July 15th, his grandmother’s house.” Michele knew Sean inside and out; Friday is his favorite day of the week, sweet tea his favorite drink, 12 and red are his favorite number and color, California rolls are his favorite food and his favorite songs are anything Jay-Z ever made. His favorite memory was of his 18th birthday (most likely because that was the day his parents bought him his Mustang and girls really started jockin him). His favorite game to play is Madden 08, his birthday is July 15th and his favorite place to be is at his grandmother’s house (because life is “simpler” there, aka, none of the female drama that seems to follow him everywhere else). These are just the things she learned about him in the first week they were together; she knew everything there was to know about him except for what went on inside his head and his heart. What she did know was that Sean is careless so he probably doesn’t know a third as much about her as she does about him. “Loser.” Michele let the envelope fall to the floor.
Coincidentally, as the letter hit the floor, there was a knock at Michele’s apartment door. She had a good idea of who it was, so she hopped off the bed, straightened up her clothes, brushed her hair, and gave her lips a quick coat of gloss. She opened the door and it was exactly who she had anticipated. He walked in and gave her a hug and a kiss. “How has your day been Shel?” His voice was smooth and rich like one of those iced coffee drinks from Starbucks. As a matter of fact, so was his complexion but a bit darker, more of a mocha latte than a caramel frapuccino. Standing at 5’9” Eric was pretty much every girl’s dream. He’s the guy on campus that everyone knows because he’s in nearly every organization, but of all the people that know him you’re hard pressed to find someone who doesn’t like him. As if that wasn’t enough, he could also school you on the basketball court and on the mic if you wanted to battle. “It’s been ok babe. Nothing too special has happened yet”. Michele had been happier with Eric in the 3 short months they’d been together than she could ever remember being with Sean. “Well, why don’t we try and change that, but first if you’ll excuse me I’m going to use the restroom.” Now here’s the thing about Michele’s apartment, to get to the bathroom, you have to walk through her bedroom, so as Eric returned from the latrine, he came across Sean’s unopened letter on the floor. He walked over it and back into the living room with Michele and sat next to her on the sofa. “Shel?” he asked. She answered. “Yeah babe.” He looked at her. “Why didn’t you open it?” “Open what?” She knew exactly what he was referring to. “The letter from Sean that’s on the floor of your bedroom.” “I didn’t open it because I know what it says already. It’s gonna be an apology and he’s gonna quote some song with sentimental lyrics. Then he’s going to say something about being back in my life and blah blah blah. I didn’t open it because the only reason he wrote it is because he’s lonely right now. Sean likes to keep company and as long as someone, anyone is around he’s alright. As soon as the last person leaves then he gets lonely and he’ll do just about anything not to be alone, he’s an attention whore basically. So I’m guessing that right about now, all his other friends are too busy to babysit him and he’s going for what used to be his ace in the hole: me. That’s why I didn’t open it, but you can if you want too, and you’ll have sudden déjà vu because it’ll read exactly like I just told you” Eric wasn’t expecting that response but Michele always served it up straight and that’s why he liked her. “I don’t want to read it, I was just asking” “No, go get it and read it and let’s see how right I am”. So Eric retrieved the envelope, opened it and read the letter aloud. Sure enough Michele was right. “Told ya, Sean is a movie I’ve seen too many times before.” “Shel, that is pretty hilarious how accurate you were. I think Sean receives a fail for this one.” They both laughed for a moment. “Alright Shel, put your shoes on, I got an idea to put something special into this day for you”
Sean is a 5'11" smooth operator. He looks like the product of a passionate night between Trey Songz's mother and Rajon Rondo's father. Every girl within 50 miles of Atlanta,GA wants a chance at him because he's got what they call "shtoopid shwagg". He's quick on his feet and has an answer for everything, he can talk his way out of any situation, and he'll probably use someone else's words, or even your own to do it. Flash back 10 months. "I don't think you really care about me" The two of them were sitting in his room watching a movie, but Sean was paying more attention to his phone than the movie or Michele. His phone was always going off with an incoming text message or phone call, email, you name it. "How can you even form that sentence when you sittin here in my room in my arms?" He looked at her with those big soft brown eyes of his like she had just insulted his mother. "I can form that sentence because you never tell me that you care, and you barely show it." He put his phone down and pulled her closer to him and said "Bay, look. The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence. I shouldn't have to say it, you should just know." She didn't feel like calling him on his use of a Boondocks quotation to assess their relationship, so she let it go and took it at face value. That was how Sean operated, he'd take something that he'd heard and liked and apply to whatever situation was fitting at the time. He was far from original.
Michele was now holding the letter in her hands turning over and over in her head what may be the consequences of opening the envelope. “What do I really have to lose; maybe the mental and emotional freedom that I’ve just regained? But how much of that did I really get back? I know him, I know things about him. I can’t unknow them. Friday, sweet tea, 12, red, California rolls, anything by Jay-Z, his 18th birthday, Madden 08, July 15th, his grandmother’s house.” Michele knew Sean inside and out; Friday is his favorite day of the week, sweet tea his favorite drink, 12 and red are his favorite number and color, California rolls are his favorite food and his favorite songs are anything Jay-Z ever made. His favorite memory was of his 18th birthday (most likely because that was the day his parents bought him his Mustang and girls really started jockin him). His favorite game to play is Madden 08, his birthday is July 15th and his favorite place to be is at his grandmother’s house (because life is “simpler” there, aka, none of the female drama that seems to follow him everywhere else). These are just the things she learned about him in the first week they were together; she knew everything there was to know about him except for what went on inside his head and his heart. What she did know was that Sean is careless so he probably doesn’t know a third as much about her as she does about him. “Loser.” Michele let the envelope fall to the floor.
Coincidentally, as the letter hit the floor, there was a knock at Michele’s apartment door. She had a good idea of who it was, so she hopped off the bed, straightened up her clothes, brushed her hair, and gave her lips a quick coat of gloss. She opened the door and it was exactly who she had anticipated. He walked in and gave her a hug and a kiss. “How has your day been Shel?” His voice was smooth and rich like one of those iced coffee drinks from Starbucks. As a matter of fact, so was his complexion but a bit darker, more of a mocha latte than a caramel frapuccino. Standing at 5’9” Eric was pretty much every girl’s dream. He’s the guy on campus that everyone knows because he’s in nearly every organization, but of all the people that know him you’re hard pressed to find someone who doesn’t like him. As if that wasn’t enough, he could also school you on the basketball court and on the mic if you wanted to battle. “It’s been ok babe. Nothing too special has happened yet”. Michele had been happier with Eric in the 3 short months they’d been together than she could ever remember being with Sean. “Well, why don’t we try and change that, but first if you’ll excuse me I’m going to use the restroom.” Now here’s the thing about Michele’s apartment, to get to the bathroom, you have to walk through her bedroom, so as Eric returned from the latrine, he came across Sean’s unopened letter on the floor. He walked over it and back into the living room with Michele and sat next to her on the sofa. “Shel?” he asked. She answered. “Yeah babe.” He looked at her. “Why didn’t you open it?” “Open what?” She knew exactly what he was referring to. “The letter from Sean that’s on the floor of your bedroom.” “I didn’t open it because I know what it says already. It’s gonna be an apology and he’s gonna quote some song with sentimental lyrics. Then he’s going to say something about being back in my life and blah blah blah. I didn’t open it because the only reason he wrote it is because he’s lonely right now. Sean likes to keep company and as long as someone, anyone is around he’s alright. As soon as the last person leaves then he gets lonely and he’ll do just about anything not to be alone, he’s an attention whore basically. So I’m guessing that right about now, all his other friends are too busy to babysit him and he’s going for what used to be his ace in the hole: me. That’s why I didn’t open it, but you can if you want too, and you’ll have sudden déjà vu because it’ll read exactly like I just told you” Eric wasn’t expecting that response but Michele always served it up straight and that’s why he liked her. “I don’t want to read it, I was just asking” “No, go get it and read it and let’s see how right I am”. So Eric retrieved the envelope, opened it and read the letter aloud. Sure enough Michele was right. “Told ya, Sean is a movie I’ve seen too many times before.” “Shel, that is pretty hilarious how accurate you were. I think Sean receives a fail for this one.” They both laughed for a moment. “Alright Shel, put your shoes on, I got an idea to put something special into this day for you”