Walter speaks, looking at his clipboard, it's dark out, and the sounds of crickets and the fire crackle around the wooded area, "Lauren, your up. And after that is Gwen."

Lauren speaks with a grin, standing up from the log she was sat on, clearing her throat, "Tonight I wanted to share an excerpt from a tragic yet hilarious saga I read recently." She pauses before speaking, reading off of a letter. You are sat on a log, listening to music on your mp3 player, deaf to what is going on.

Emma sits begrudgingly next to Gwen with her arms crossed, lips pouted when she hears Lauren's voice, and sees that smirk. But she softens up with a reassuring pat on the shoulder by Gwen and a smiley look from Vivian, her sure to hell crush.

Little does anyone know, at least any of the compassionate, responsible people here, that what Lauren is about to read out are very private letters between you and an old friend. And you are none the wiser.