(PaperJam x reader)

(y/n) sat alone in her dusty attic looking through an old box of keepsakes from over the years.

I want to tell you how I love you in poetry

I've been doing so for 15 years

I haven't received a reply from you yet

haven't received a reply from you yet

It was high school. PaperJam and (y/n) were 15 years old. They became good friend instantly the day they met in preschool. The young female developed a crush for the colorful skeleton. Everyday, she would write letters and poems, hoping that she could tell him one day.

Months later they graduated.

the first year I wrote you a letter everyday

so desperately I wrote down everything I had to say

I licked each stamp with confidence I'd never give up

determined to give you all my heart's saliva

Letter after letter and stamp after stamp, She was dead-set on telling him.

"Hey PJ?"

"Yeah (n/n)?"

"Do you......like me?"

"Well yeah duh! You're my best friend in the whole world!"

Ouch, that hurt.

"Here I want you to have this (n/n)"

PJ handed her a box.

"What's this Jammy?"

"I want you to keep that box closed"

"Why?"

"Promise me you'll only open it if you feel you've lost your way. Okay?"

"Okay Jammy"

The second year I was still reckless as could be

my house had caught ablaze but it still didn't bother me

and even without noticing my clothes caught fire too

and by the time I saw it I was pretty much nude

When she lost her home and belongings, PJ's folks offered her a room in their house. She lived happily in her temporary home with PJ's mom Ink, and his father Error. (a/n yes I went there......deal with it)

the third year I had calmed down becoming more mature

although I felt I'd reached the limits of my literature

I publicized my mixi journal for all to see

though my mixi maxed out the counter quickly

Her works of poetry were off the charts and read everywhere.

the fourth year I decided to submit a brochure

branching out into social issues was quite an allure

my vast amount of poems I happily released

I laughed at workers as I quit 

my dream will not cease

(y/n's) career was becoming more and more successful by the day as she left her dull office work behind.  

I want to tell you how I love you in poetry

I've been doing so for 15 years

I haven't received a reply from you yet

haven't received a reply from you yet

The young female never gave up on trying to confess to PJ.

the fifth year I was a poetry professional

I captivated men of many ages as well

but since I'm so mature and composed and steady

they all looked like radishes when they're compared to me

Many men tried effortlessly to woo the poet but her loyal heart saw nothing of it.

the sixth year I had worked too hard my body ruined

the number of the things I wrote were over 2000

every bone was broken, black and blue I had been

all organs had been damaged by my hectic routine

(y/n) had restlessly worked herself until she been put on bed rest.

the seventh year I found I was in perfect form

comparing thee to things that were nothing of the norm

perhaps you're really intense like extreme ironing

perhaps you're like an interspace compound just floating

The girl's head was on cloud nine with all of her fantasies.

the eighth year rolled around and I had not changed one bit

comparing thee to everything and anything that fits

perhaps you're like winning in 16 sumo tournaments

or an AMPA glutamine receptor transmit

(y/n) was s special girl that any guy would be lucky to know. PJ was lucky because he was the only guy she was interested in.

I want to tell you how I love you in poetry

I've been doing so for 15 years

I haven't received a reply from you yet

haven't received a reply from you yet

Letters piled up in the apartment as high as the ceiling and yet the skeleton hasn't read a single one.

the ninth year I was injured in a freak accident

my head suffered the most, memories did descend

even though I couldn't remember my own name

I still remembered you and my feelings were the same

(y/n) had been hit by a car and suffered from amnesia.

She had no clue who she was but remembered PJ and her love.

the tenth year passed right by me into the eleventh year

my memories didn't return my mind still wasn't clear

all I knew was I loved you those feelings will not die

the only thing I wanted from you was a reply

Visitors came in and out over time.

Ink and Error took her back home to her apartment. 

PaperJam was never seen.

the twelfth year to thirteenth nothing came back to me

it seemed as though I'd never recover my memories

the fact that I loved you kept me from going mad

those feelings deep inside for you were all that I had

PaperJam was the only person on the poor distraught woman's mind. All she wanted was to see or hear him.

the fourteenth year arrived and the still hadn't come back

everyday was so frightening my mind was left pitch black

I desperately wanted to see your face again

just wanted to speak with you oh now will that happen

She slumped on her couch in defeat.

the fifteenth year my memories finally came to me

I remembered so suddenly I couldn't stop crying

because now I had recalled as I watched my tears flow

that you had passed away and left me 15 years ago

It all came to her like a tsunami wave.

PJ died in a hit and run a week after graduation.

She had been sending letter's to someone who no longer existed.

I want to tell you how I love you in poetry

If I pile them up will they maybe reach you one day?

In your former room I'm keeping them all

watching the words of my love growing tall

(y/n) opened up the box and inside was a small photo album and a letter to her from PJ.

The album had photos that were taken since the day they met.

Curiosity struck the girl as she opened the envelope. Tears fell from her eyes as this is what she read.

(n/n), if you are reading this, it means that you're going through a rough patch. I couldn't find any other way to tell you this but before I leave for college you should know that from the bottom of my heart I love you. I don't know when I'll be back but if you ever need me I'll always be there for you. My folks promised me that they'll keep an eye on ya. I hope to see you soon.

I know that right now I couldn't see you anymore

yet I still love you and I always will

I thought that maybe we could meet here then

but you keep disappearing once again

She visited his grave and talked to him like she always used to.

I want to tell you how I love you in poetry

I've been writing you letters for 16 years

I haven't received a reply from you yet

haven't received a reply from you yet

Months later~

The now 30 year old (y/n) was now at home with her son PJ jr.

She adopted an abandoned skeleton infant. Oddly the baby was a spitting image of PJ.

What she doesn't know is that there's more to this child than she thinks.