Beckett’s Letter
Beckett’s L etter
It feels strange addressing this to myself, so we’re just gonna skip that part…but dude, we did it! Western Oregon University! I still can’t believe it. I mean, who would’ve thought this clumsy freaking kid from Wyoming would actually end up playing college football?
Not me, that’s for damn sure. But here we are. Well, at least I am. You’re probably living it up by now.
Alright, alright, I’ll stop bragging. But come on, this is insane! For once, it feels like things are actually working out. I can’t stop thinking about it—college ball, dude!
A scholarship, man. Actual stadiums and crowds yelling for us . I’ve been dreaming about this forever, but now that it’s happening, it’s kinda insane. Scary, but in the best way.
Dylan’s probably gonna say she’s proud or whatever, but I can’t stop feeling like I’m letting her down. It sucks. We’ve had this plan forever—graduate, ditch our lives, head back to Colorado. Now I’m doing this, and school’s never been her thing. I know I’m messing up what we’ve always talked about, and I feel guilty as hell.
I know she’s been through some real stuff—way beyond just surviving Mom’s fucking circus. But there’s other shit, things she doesn’t share. I get it, though. She’s always had her own way of dealing. Honestly, I never blamed her for not wanting to make friends or anything. She had me, right? (Yeah, okay, not the same.)
She’s been so different since we moved to Oregon. Like, actually different. In a good way. It’s like she’s finally letting people in. And yeah, let’s give credit where it’s due—Brooks. Dude’s got her smiling and talking, like it’s easy or something. No clue how he does it, but it’s working, so I’m not about to question it.
I’ve seen her laugh, actually laugh, not that weird fake thing she used to do when we were kids to blend in. I don’t think she even hates the world as much anymore. She’s…happier? Honestly, it’s kinda cool to see.
Shit man, I don’t want her to think I’m bailing. She’s my freaking twin, my best friend honestly. Really the only person I’ve ever trusted to have my back, no matter what. And now, here I am, chasing this football dream and I feel like I’m leaving her behind to figure things out.
She’s my little sister. Two minutes younger, but still. She’s tougher than most people I know, and I hope you’ve told her that by now because I know I haven’t done it enough.
Just don’t get all weird about it. Keep it cool. You know she hates the mushy stuff.
You better have figured out how to balance everything, future me. If you’re living the dream out there on the field, I hope you didn’t leave her behind. Take care of her, because if you’re reading this and everything’s gone to shit between us, then you’re an idiot, and you better fix it.
Alright, let’s be real for a second—I didn’t think moving to Rockport was gonna be any good. Like, at all. I thought we were just gonna be stuck in another small town with nothing to do but wait for graduation. But, I’ll admit it, I was way wrong.
Turns out, Rockport’s kinda cool. I mean, who knew? Colt and Miles? Dude, those guys have turned out to be some of the best friends I’ve ever had. I didn’t think I’d click with anyone after leaving the old place, but they’ve got my back like no one ever has. Whether we’re messing around on the field, grabbing burgers, or just talking trash, it’s been a hell of a good time.
Honestly, I don’t think I would’ve made it through half of this year without them. At this point, they feel more like brothers than anything else—not that I’m exactly in the market for more siblings. One Dylan is plenty, thanks. But coming here, that’s probably the one good thing my mom’s ever done. I can at least thank her for that.
Anyway, I’ll stop getting all serious now. Go Wolves!!
KitKat