The light in Milo’s room turns on, and the two teens stand in the doorway. Milo walks in, putting his bookbag on the ground. Gwen nervously observes the room; Milo notices as he turns around to face her.
Milo: You can come in.
Gwen nervously walks in, looking around the room to find a space to sit. Milo clears off a spot on his bed nervously.
Milo: Sorry; I didn’t get the chance to clean up my room…
Gwen: *giggles* It’s okay, Milo. *looks around* You have an… interesting room.
Milo sits on his computer chair, facing Gwen.
Milo: It’s just a regular room.
Gwen looks at the posters on the wall noticing a lot of timeless musicians.
Gwen: Big Bob Dylan fan, huh?
Milo: He just has a certain style I hope to embody as an artist.
Gwen looks at Milo, intrigued.
Gwen: Were you always into music?
Milo: *nods head* For as long as I could remember. My parents tried putting me into all these different after school programs; sports, music, science stuff… anything that kept me busy.
Gwen: Kept you busy?
Milo: My parents were, and still are, never home. They work for a company that requires them to constantly travel, or just work crazy hours. So, they would just throw me in random programs to see which ones I liked and ran with it.
Gwen’s face falls, looking worried. Milo notices and changes his composure.
Milo: I mean, it helped me realize that I really like music, and because of that I’m a dual major at Waverly, so–
Gwen: Not by choice though.
Milo sighs, silently agreeing with Gwen.
Milo: Sure, there’s tons of things I wish I could’ve done as a kid, but if it wasn’t for music, I wouldn’t have met my friends, or have this band…
Milo doesn’t believe in the words he’s saying, considering the circumstances he’s currently in with both his friend group and his band. He fidgets with his hands; Gwen is now the one that notices.
Gwen: We wouldn’t be in the same band class if you never got into music, so I’m glad that you found your passion in music.
Milo smiles, sighing in relief. Gwen shifts on his bed, causing an avalanche of clothes to fall to the ground. Milo quickly gets up from his chair and begins to pick them up.
Gwen: *panics* I am so sorry!
Milo: It’s okay; they needed to be picked up and put away anyway.
Milo walks away with a pile of clothes towards his dresser. Gwen notices a couple of ruffled papers on the ground. She picks them up and notices Milo’s handwriting under a couple of music notes on sheet music. She realizes it sounds like they are lyrics to a song.
Gwen: Are these lyrics to a new song?
Milo: *dismissive* It was probably something I was working on before the band decided to randomly go on hiatus or something…
Gwen begins to read the lyrics. She looks at Milo before looking back down at the paper.
Gwen: *reads* There’s something beautiful in the way her blonde hair reflects off the sun, angelic like a halo…
Milo quickly turns around and runs towards Gwen, trying to grab the paper from her hands. She’s too quick for him, getting up and holding the piece of paper away from Milo.
Gwen: *continues reading* Her eyes; purple like the night sky on a winter’s night after it snows, maybe it shows, that she embodies beauty even in through the darkest times–
Milo: Gwen!
Milo chases Gwen around his room to get the paper, Gwen laughs as she runs away. He eventually tackles her down on the ground.
Gwen: *laughs* Milo!
Milo: You weren’t suppose to–
Gwen: Is this about me?
Milo looks at Gwen for a moment before getting up from the floor, taking the picture. Gwen sits up, staying on the ground looking at Milo.
Milo: It’s nothing.
Gwen: Blonde hair? Purple eyes?
Milo turns around to look at Gwen. Her face is soft, looking at him in a non-judgmental way. She faintly smiles at him, as if letting him know it was okay to be honest with her.
Gwen: Read it to me.
Milo: What?
Gwen: Read it to me in the way you want the piece to be read.
Milo takes a moment before letting out a deep breath. Gwen gets up from the ground, grabbing Milo’s hand as she sits on his bed. Milo sits next to her and looks down at the paper.
Milo: Don’t laugh.
Gwen: I promise.
Milo takes one final look at Gwen before looking down at the paper.
Milo: *reads* There’s something beautiful in the way her blonde hair reflects off of the sun; Angelic like a halo, it’s the way that she glows without even trying. Her eyes; purple like the night sky on a winter’s night after it snows, maybe it shows, that she embodies beauty even in through the darkest times. I don’t remember the last time I felt this at ease, how her presence brings me peace; so darling, please don’t leave…
Milo takes a moment to look up at Gwen, who is intently staring at him as he reads.
Milo: You’ve made life feel so easy, so pinky promise me that we’ll stay like this; you and me, sitting in the west wing making music together… but, who needs instruments when her laugh is the sweetest sound… there’s no one like her around.
Milo looks at Gwen once he’s finished. Gwen doesn’t say anything right away, which makes Milo nervous.
Milo: It sucks, I know–
Gwen: Absolutely not. That was beautiful, Milo. I… never had a song written about me before. No one has ever written such beautiful words… about me.
Milo smiles and lets out a sigh of relief after Gwen’s comment.
Milo: I mean… you are a beautiful person.
Gwen face gets red, blushing at Milo’s words. It makes Milo feel good.
Milo: I started writing it after visiting your treehouse for the first time. I still think about that day all the time.
Gwen: Can I be honest about something?
Milo nods his head.
Gwen: Hanging out in the treehouse doesn’t feel the same without you there. I… think about you a lot when I’m there.
Milo listens and smirks, his face beginning to turn red. He places his hand on top of hers, letting the butterflies in his stomach.
Gwen: *nervous* I… never felt this way before.
Milo: Like what?
Gwen: Seen.
Gwen looks up from her hands, now directly at Milo.
Gwen: In the little time we’ve been friends, it’s like… I can finally put my guard down with someone and feel… safe. I didn’t realize that until we kissed at Battery Park. I thought it was going to be super awkward and weird, but it felt so natural. Liking you feels so natural.
Without even hesitating, Milo cups Gwen’s face with his hands and kisses her. The kiss is much deeper than the ones they shared back at the park. The kiss begins to turn into making out, getting closer to each other as they do so.
Milo leans forward towards Gwen; her head lands on top of his pillow on the bed. The teenagers are grabbing at each other as they kiss. Milo runs his hands through Gwen’s hair, caressing her body close to his as they kiss. It startles Gwen a bit, breaking up the kiss to look up at Milo.
Gwen: Milo.
Milo looks down at her, stopping what he’s doing to listen.
Gwen: I… uhm… do you want this?
Milo takes a moment to sit with Gwen’s question. His body is hot, giddy looking at Gwen on his bed. He never had a girl this close to him that felt the same way he does, and he never thought that Gwen would be the girl that he would share this moment with. But… he knew. He always knew, since the moment he saw Gwen that she was the one.
Milo: I have never been more sure about something in my life, of course after knowing the fact of just how beautiful you are.
Gwen smiles and pulls Milo down towards her, kissing him. The teens begin to undress each other as they kiss, taking in this once in a lifetime moment.
Letters From Liz. 