In English, we were supposed to be working on letter writing, like how they did back in the older days, when they always wrote in cursive and were extra romantic. Since Caspian and I sat next to each other, we were just so happened paired as partners, and we had to write a whole ass romance letter to each other.

"I think," I said, tearing a page out of my notebook, "that we should pretend like I'm off in the midst of a world war and you're my distraught lover who sends me letters every week I'm gone."

He blinked at me, amused. "Wouldn't I be in the war?"

I shot him a Look. "No, that's sexist. Plus, I'd probably kill more people than you, anyway."

He blinked slowly at me. "...That's..."

I nodded. "I know, the best reason ever. Now. Romance me."

He chuckled. "Aye, aye, ma'am."

I rolled my eyes and ducked my head, already starting to write.

Half an hour later, Caspian cleared his throat. "Ah, I'm done."

I looked up and blinks. "Oh, finally. okay." 

He quirked a brow and offered his paper to me, and I took it and traded with him. 

I surveyed it, and at the first line, I laughed out loud. "Four??"

He blinked and looked over. "What?"

I quirked a brow at him and showed him the opening of the letter. "You wrote 'four my dearest Audrey,' but you spelled it like the number, not like how it actually is. It's spelled f-o-r."

He blinked. "Oh. K." The tips of his ears turned pink, which I found funny, and I smiled slightly and then looked away, reading the rest of the letter.

"Four my dearest Audrey,

I miss you every day we're apart. Things aren't the same around town without you. The days seem less sunny, the clouds seem darker, and the house feels so empty. I miss all the things about you--the way your skin looks as smooth as porcelain, the way your wavy brown hair shines in the sunlight, your incredible humor that never fails to make me want to laugh, even if I don't show it. I want to take you on so many dates, out to lakes and mountains and to meadows where we can have picnics and eat all your favorite foods and just spend our lives together. The war is an aching chasm between us, and I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to handle the distance between you and I. You mean more to me than a thousand lives, and I would march onto that battlefield and slay everyone who tried to touch you and take you from me, if I could. If only this war would end soon, or I may go insane, I love you, and I have since the day I met you, and I will until the day I die.

Love, you're Caspian."

I blinked at it, noting the several mistakes, then looked to him, who had a dumbfounded look on his face, and he turned and met my gaze. "...My name is Caspian."

I blinked. "What?"

He lifted the letter I wrote him and pointed at the first line.

"Dear Casper."

I blinked and then burst out laughing.

He looked slightly startled, his ears growing pink again, and that only made me laugh harder. "I'm--sorry---" 

He coughed slightly, bracing an elbow on his desk. "Um, no, its okay--it's a common mistake."

I covered my mouth with my hand, still giggling. "Is it really?" 

He paused, then sighed. "Not really--"

I grinned at him. "Looks like I'm special, then."

He blinked, then looked away, but I could swear I saw a smile on his face.