"Sakata!" Sam calls from downstairs, "get up you lazy tater tot."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" I yell back down the stairs, "I'm not even a bread, you know what, from know I'm calling you burnt toast!"
"Hmm...I think I'll stick to tater tots," they say almost as if it were a thought. I run down the stairs, yanking on clothes, and look at my phone. I glare at Sam and they smirk.

"You. Woke. Me. Up. At. Fricking 3am?! Why?"

"Because the girl responded."

I squint. "How do you know they're a girl?" I ask, folding my arms and looking at them suspiciously.

Sam shruggs. "I mean it's pretty obvious to tell that it's a girl with the cringe love letter and all; especially one written like that."

I glared at Sam.
"You read my letter?" I ask nervously:
Sam holds it out to me and I quickly snatch it from them flushing red. I stare at the letter.
Did Sam see what I wrote before?

I internally panic, trying to stay calm. Sam was my friend. They would understand.
"Well, what was I meant to do, it was just sitting in the mailbox for your tater totting ass to come find it" "so, who's the lucky gal?" 

"You think I know?"

I read the letter,

Dear Sakata,

your letter writing may need some improvement, BTW my favourite colour is aqua.

so she sent me a love letter and now is insulting me, ruuuuude. Anyway, how the heck am I gonna find her, there are 100 people in my year let alone the school, and who knows how many like aqua, welp; I'm fucked.