“Archie, please!” I beg for the nth time, pulling his arms in the most childish way someone would think of. I’m an actor, I can be anything! And if I have to act like a five-year-old kid to convince my best mate to help me, then help me God because I will do it.

I really want to do this and I know I can’t pull it off on my own. I need too many people to help me and even if I can be charming and we are all friends, I know it won’t be easy to get them to agree to help me. If Archie helps me, then it should be less difficult. Plus, I know they won’t understand my reason behind this, and I can’t hope they will understand, but I still have to do it. Not even Archie is understanding and he just looks at me judgingly.

“Reid, you’re mad,” he snorts looking away and rolling his eyes, shaking my hand off of his arm, but I grab it again.

“Please, please, pretty please?” I insist and he groans in pain, emotional pain I’m causing. “I’ll help you with Steph,” I propose and he tenses for ten seconds.

Steph is this girl Archie fancies. He’s crazy about her but he’s too shy to tell her or do something about it. I keep telling him to ask her out but he says she doesn’t see him in the same way and a gazillion of other lame, stupid excuses. She works at this vegan restaurant that I’ll have to visit later because it’s part of my plan.

“What could you do?” he retorts and I sigh. This guy is hopeless when it comes to Steph to the point I think I’ll have to ask her out in his name or write a letter pretending to be Archie. I’m ninety-nine per cent sure she fancies him, too.

“Lock you two in a room until you ask her out,” I offer shrugging and that gets me a good smack. “Oi! That hurts, you arse!” I complain, rubbing the sore spot on my temple.

“You deserve that,” he defends himself, taking the opportunity to walk away from me now that I’m concerned taking care of my most recent injury instead of keeping my grip on him.

Why am I always getting hurt? If it’s not my own clumsiness always threatening my life, it’s someone hitting my head. Don’t they know my brain is precious and we all should take care of it? I don’t go hitting others when I’m annoyed. Ugh these people, they have no control over their own emotions.

“C’mon, Archie. I’ll give you part of my liver when and if you need it,” I offer this time.

“You drink as much as I do, so your liver won’t be better than mine,” Archie declines and I sigh heavily. Why is he being so difficult!?

“A kidney then? A lung? What else can I give you without dying?” I question out loud and I can see the small smile on his lips, the same smile he’s fighting because if he smiles it means I’m closer to convince him. “Medullae? Blood? Do you want any other kind of tissue?”

“Reid, we’re not even compatible. If you donate any organ to me I would reject it and die so please, don’t even offer it,” he says and I sigh again. There goes my hope he had forgotten we have different blood types that are not compatible. “Seriously, man, why are you insisting so much? You don’t even know this girl, why don’t you just meet her like any normal human being would do? Why do you always have to do things in the most complicated way?”

“’Cos normal is too mainstream,” I say but he looks at me with an expression that tells me he’s not impressed and he doesn’t find my joke funny at all.

“Because Maca isn’t any other girl,” I state looking down, fighting my own smile that comes to my lips when I say her name.

I hear Archie sigh but I don’t mind, I keep thinking of Maca now that Archie brought her up.

One of the many things I do is leaving random post-its with positive messages around. It’s just my way to cheer someone up and it costs nothing. I mean, just the post-it but they are not that expensive and they last a lot. It’s not like I’m leaving hundreds of them every day. I enjoy doing things like this because it makes me smile, and I firmly believe that smiling is the best way to arm ourselves and give us courage to face life. When I find these positive messages painted on walls, graffiti that promote equality and a better world, I feel better, I feel hopeful and I also want to make other feel like that.

Maca… She is the only person who has ever replied to one of my post-its. When I started leaving these notes I never expected or wanted someone to reply, I did it because I wanted to do something, but when I was walking back home from rehearsal and I saw a purple post-it where I had left a yellow one the night before I couldn’t believe it. I still can remember it as if it were yesterday when in fact it’s been five months.

      I found your note today when I needed it the most. For that, thank you. I hope you have a wonderful day :)

I remember that when I saw it I immediately knew it was a girl, her handwriting was round and nice, a bit messy but it definitely belonged to a girl. And the fact that my words helped her made me so enormously happy I couldn’t contain myself. I never expected a reply, but when I got one I was the happiest. This girl, whoever she was, had found my note and was grateful.

I left a reply, not just a note but a reply, especially addressed to someone, and then went home feeling ecstatic. The next day when I saw Archie I was literally bouncing on my feet.

“Some replied, Archie, someone replied!” I told him, shaking him forcefully.

“Replied what? What are you talking about, Reid?” he questioned back and I laughed.

“Remember the post-its I leave around? Someone found one and replied! I didn’t expect that. And she said thank you. My post-its actually work! Look, look!” I knew very well I sounded like a kid, but I was too excited and happy about it.

“Oh, congratulations, Reid!” he exclaimed, looking at the purple post-it I was carrying, just to show it off. He was happy for me even if he didn’t understand really the extent of my joy at the moment.

I only laughed and looked at the post-it again, the big grin plastered on my face as I gazed upon those words she left for me. I wondered what kind of girl she was, if she was having a bad day when she found my note or if she had a bad life that made her grateful for a simple note. I felt in my guts that she wasn’t your normal girl and I really felt her gratitude. Any other person would’ve taken the post-it, smile and carry on, but she left something back and that made her the most special person out there in my eyes.

And I’ve believed that since that day, I still think she’s the most special girl because in these five months we’ve been exchanging post-its I’ve grown to know her better. I’ve left post-its for her almost every day and she always replies them. I wait for her answers, to put a new note on my wall, because I’ve kept every single post it, I pin them all on a wall in my small flat and when I look at them I always feel happy, even if some of these notes are not the most cheerful ones.

“I know her,” I tell Archie picturing that wall in my mind with all those colourful post-its, in different sizes and shapes, all with her handwriting. All of them have a piece of her, all those words have allowed me to know her a bit better but the more I knew about her, the greedier I grew because I wanted to know more and more and for so long I held myself back, thinking she wouldn’t want to meet me in person, that it would scare her. It took me five months to actually get the courage to ask her to meet me.

“You’ve never seen her,” he insists and I shake my head.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t know her, Archie. I do. Her personality, I know what really matters,” I continue and when I look at him I notice his expression is not incredulous or annoyed, he seems confused and troubled, as if he were really trying to understand. “Please, Archie. You know this is important to me, I just want to ease her before we meet and I want this day to be special for her in case things don’t work out once we meet.”

I know that sentence carries many meanings and I’m not shutting the door at any of those. Whatever happens after we officially meet, I’ll accept and embrace that, even if she doesn’t want to see me ever again. I want to see her at least once. I want to see that smile I’ve been working to keep on surface all this time with the post-its.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just meet her? I mean, didn’t she agree already?” he questions and I nod.

“She did, but it’s still intimidating. She’s a girl and she’s taking a risk. I’ll never hurt her, but she’ll be nervous nonetheless, and I want her to relax and be sure I won’t hurt her in any possible way when we meet. I want her to really know this means a lot to me,” I try to explain and Archie’s expression softens until a smile appears.

“Mate, anyone would say you’re in love with this girl,” he laughs and I look down, feeling the heat in my cheeks that means I’m blushing.

I don’t know about being in love, but I know, I’m very certain I have feelings for this girl I’ve never had for someone else, and I don’t even know how she looks like. I just know she’s around my age because she’s still in Uni and she’s still struggling with what she’ll do with her future. I think that in order to fall in love I need to know her more, but maybe I’m on the cliff, about to fall and I just need one little push. Maybe meeting her, seeing her will be that push or maybe she’ll hold me and keep me from falling. I don’t know yet, those are things I’ll find out when I actually see her.

“Fine, I’ll help you,” Archie agrees, bringing me back to the present and away from that train of thoughts. I smile brightly at him and give him a suffocating hug and he fights. “Reid, you’re crushing my bones, stop it!” he exclaims and I hug tighter so the hug becomes wrestling. “Okay, what do you want to do?” he asks me when he manages to push me away.

My grin is back as I stare at my best mate, seeing my own reflection in the crystal of his glasses. “A scavenger hunt,” I reply and he cocks his head to his right, his blond fringe falling to the other side of his forehead. “She doesn’t know my name yet, so I’ll make her collect the letters of my name and on the way meet people that know me that can ease her worries away.”

“Why doesn’t she know your name yet? You know hers,” he questions and I look away for a few seconds.

“I have my reasons,” I reply not meeting his eyes.

He doesn’t push that topic which I’m thankful for, because the ugly truth is that I was just too much of a coward to give her my name and tell her I’m a guy. I was afraid that would scare her away and stop her from replying my notes. It was better if she didn’t know if she was talking to a boy or a girl.

“Okay, so where shall we go first, then? Do you have the letters done or a plan at all? Aren’t you meeting her this Sunday?” he questions and I nod. It’s Friday and we have loads of things to do, loads of people to convince. 

“I have it all planned, what do you take me for?” He only laughs, knowing how much I enjoy planning things like this. “We need to see our juniors,” I tell Archie and he frowns and I grin before revealing the first stop in Maca’s day. “I’m putting a musical for her.”

-:-:-

Welcome aboard! Ha, did you think it was gonna start right where Post It left off? I'm not that good of a person *laughs evilly* 

As you might already know, I always pictured Reid as Harry Styles (picture at the sidebar) but if you're tired of him being a protagonist or you don't like it, another option that fits the charateristics is Matthew Gray Gubler. You choose.

Bel, xx