"I'm pooped." Jamie declared, and fell onto a carefully placed bean bag.
"Ditto." Jess said, loudly sighing and falling onto another bag.
"Interviews soon, chickies!" Kris grimaced, gingerly sitting down on a low chair.
"Guys?" a young man walked up, with two large bags in his hands.
Jess, Jam, and Kris groaned in unison.
"Take it away!" Kris cried, flapping her hands at the bags, as if to get rid of them. "I don't wanna!"
"I, uh, gotta go to the toilet." Jamie said, floundering out of her bean bag, hitting the floor at a run.
Jess sat up in her bean bag, making a loud noise. "BRRRRRRPT!"
Kris chuckled tiredly. "'Scuse you, Jess."
"Oh, shut up." Jessica grouched, finally managing to get out of her bag. "I'm getting as far from that as I can." she motioned to the guy with the bags. And with that, she walked away quickly.
"Great. Flarfin' bloody no good for nuffin' piz wat girbler fricken gribbledy goop blob!" Kris muttered, glaring after Jess. She sighed, looking at the young man. "Give 'em here." she said, holding her arms out.
He went over to her, and dropped the bags into her arms. She promptly dropped them.
"Fuck! That's heavy!" she cursed quietly from under a small mountain.
"Lemme guess." Ike said, watching with a grin. "Mail?"
"Yeah." her voice came muffled. "Bloody Hell." she said, shifting. A pair of green eyes poked above the sacks. "Don't laugh, Clarke Hanson!" she scolded.
Taylor and Zac watched, laughing.
Her eyes, like emerald daggers, pierced theirs, and they stopped.
"Help me, for God's sake!" she yelled. The guy who had delivered the sacks had disappeared. Isaac, still chuckling, pulled the bags off her, and she sat up, red faced.
"Not funny!" she persisted, and the three cracked up.
"Kris is red as a beet!" Taylor pointed out.
"Grrr." she growled, and pulled a bag from Ike's grip. "You's guys wanna read?" she asked, ripping open one bag.
"Sure."
So the four sat, sifting through the mail, laughing and reading the letters.
About and hour later, all four were straightening their backs, and stretching sore legs.
"Here..." Zac said, yawning. He handed Kris a letter marked: To Kris.
"Wow." she murmured, throwing the letter she was reading onto a pile for Jess. Jess' pile was the largest, about the size of the beanbags. Kris' was about half that, and Jamie's was pitifully small.
"Must be the last of my 50 fans." she said, yawning. Grabbing the letter opening, she ripped open the seal, and pulled out the sheet inside.
Isaac, Taylor and Zac continued to rift through the mail, reading out interesting letters.
Kris gasped, but the others didn't notice.
"Hey, Kris. Check this out. This dude sent Jess a pic-" Isaac started, and stopped when he saw Kristen's face.
Zac and Taylor stopped laughing, and stared. Taylor waved his hand in front of her face.
"What's wrong?" Zac asked, imitating an alien. Kris didn't react.
"What is it?" Taylor asked, alarmed.
"Here." Kris whispered, her hand moving slightly. Taylor pulled the letter she was reading from her grasp.
Taylor's eyes widened.
"What?" Zac asked, almost screeching.
Shakily, he read: " 'Dearest Kristen,
'Everyday I dream of you and your sweet body. I long to run my fingers through your hair, and kiss your lips. Will this day ever come? I hope so, dear one. I see you everyday, and I long for you more. I want to make love to you, and you to me. I love you, Kris.
'I love the way you laugh, the way you sing, God, I even love the way you walk. You look really sexy in that outfit you wore on Tuesday.
'When we meet, would you wear that for me? Please do so, for I know that we are destined to be with each other. It's God's will.
'I hope to be in your arms, because-
-I love you, Kristen.' "
