Dear Belle,
Sorry about the handwriting– I hate it, too. Don’t worry; you can laugh at how bad it looks.
So, where do I actually start?
Oh, right. There are two VIP tickets here, for All Time Low. I know how much you love them; it was really hard to get them, but hey, luck was on my side.
Though I’m really sorry, I got tickets for them here.
I swear I’m not making you go back to Australia because I want you to. They were the only ones I could get.
I know what you’re thinking, I could’ve just given talked to you face-to-face, but then, I’m too much of a wimp to do that.
You know, I almost lost it when you agreed to go on a date with me. I mean, come on, who would want a date with Michael Clifford?
Nobody would, really.
But you said yes, and I swore to myself that I’d make it the
