a jerk with a heart of gold

The blond looked at the envelope sitting on his desk warily. For all he knew, it could be booby-trapped.
Then again, that was normal for Angie Starr. She had some deal with fire...
Shaking his head, he approached the letter, grabbed it, and tore the top off, revealing its content. A letter, for him.
Written by her, at probably one in the morning. She used to call him at that hour. He slowly picked up the paper and his blue eyes flickered. Well.
"Angie Starr, you're an interesting case." He murmured, dropping the piece of paper back on the table. He turned around and walked out of his studio.
As soon as he left, another letter came.
"Hey, brother of mine~ Where the frack are you?" Blond, tall, and easily irritated, the older Myracle-Hayden entered the studio. She held an envelope in her blood-red manicured hands, her green eyes scanning the empty room. "All right then. He'll find this later." She dropped the envelope on the table that was once occupied and turned on her Louis Vuitton heel, click-clacking away from the scene.
The younger Myracle-Hayden came back later, his blond hair a mess and his eyes dark. A shaking hand held a cup from Starbucks, filled with black coffee, no sugar, no cream, an extra shot of expresso. He slowly made his way towards his table and chair, slumped down and placed his head down. Another great show. Another memory of her.
It was five years, and he still couldn't get over her. His eyes looked to the side and he almost fell of his chair. Another envelope.
He eyed this one carefully and picked it up, tearing it open.
Ty Myracle-Hayden;
Hi there. In my last letter I told you to have fun in life. Well, I had an epiphany last night, around three thirty AM and decided to correct my last letter.
You're already a rockstar: you have the look, the screaming fans, and the girl whose heart you broke.
That girl is me.
So, instead of wishing you fame and fortune-which you already have- I'll wish you something else.
I wish you a great love-life, in which you don't break another girl's heart.
But, of course, all rockstars end up doing that anyways.
-Angie Starr.
Ty, an old nickname for him. His full name couldn't even be written by her. He did break her heart. What the girl said was true. What he couldn't understand, however, was why she started sending the letters now. Why didn't she send them weeks after their fall-out? Was this some kind of sick, twisted way she was enacting revenge on him?
If so, this was only phase one. And Angie Starr got better with the years that passed by.
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-An Excerpt from Unreliable
So, that was fun, wasn't it? I'm having way too much fun writing this book. I mean, it's so much fun beating people up.
Anyways, on with life. I have to finish up my homework for summer school & go to the library tomorrow for some books and to pay off my fine of 56.50 dollars. It's not that much considering I had a dream that I owed 100. So, consider me blessed.
I'm currently playing Pokemon: HeartGold because I am awesome. When I was like, 8 or something, I started playing the original Pokemon: Gold Version game. So, now, I'm like, super excited to be reliving my childhood. XD XD
Okay, I'm done for today. ^_^