From P.S. I Like You I was excited to read the letter. The letter that I had retrieved from beneath my desk in Chemistry and was now unfolded on top of my desk. Track 8 on Blackout's Blue Album? I haven't listened to that one yet. I only have their first album. And even though it goes against my reverse psychology theory of how I handle life, if you think it's good, I'll try it out. Any other bands I should add to my 'shutting out the world' playlist? I could use some of that to deal with my life right now. Does that make me sound pathetic? I'm not, most of the time. I'm actually a pretty fun guy when not at home. Guy? He's a he? My eyes went back to the desktop -- to the line that had made me think he was a girl. It was still there. His claim that he wanted to be Blackout when he grew up. So it had been a joke? He liked to joke. He was a guy. A guy who liked the same music as me and was bored in Chemistry and had a sense of humor. We were soul mates. I smiled a little then shook my head. The guy was bored and was writing me letters to pass time. He wasn't asking me out or anything. I realized my brain had stopped mid-letter. I read the rest. So what should we chat about that's not so depressing? I'm open for suggestions. Perhaps one of the following topics: Death, cancer, global warming (or is it climate change now?), animal cruelty ... I turned over the page, but that was the end. We'd filled up an entire page with our back and forth communication. Which meant I got to keep this page. I folded it nicely and stuck it in my bag. I stared at the new clean sheet in front of me then wrote: How about we discuss the fact that you're a guy. Let's get married and have cute Indie Rock babies. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing and dropped that sheet of paper in my backpack by my feet. I wasn't even going to mention the fact that he was a he. I was going to pretend I knew all along. Because it changed nothing. Excerpted from P. S. I Like You by Kasie West All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.