A/N: Eryn here; since I'm editing this, I guess it falls to me to do the first author's note. Yes, readers, here it is- the sequel to A New Set of Values. This time, we're taking over the musical. Be very afraid.

Ellie: Seriously, they're adults now. Be TERRIFIED.

Dear Lucas,

I've never written a letter to a boyfriend before. In fact, I've never even had a boyfriend before. Just keep that in mind.

I thought about starting with the usual pleasantries- asking how school's going and how the weather is in Ohio. But the thing is, I really don't care. What I care about is you. So I'll just ask how you're doing, and-

No, forget that. I do care about those other things, because if you tell me enough about things around you, I can pretend that we're together. So tell me everything. The weather, the traffic, school, whatever your parents have done to annoy you lately. Every detail makes it easier to imagine that I'm there.

There isn't much going on here that would interest you. I brought down a Canadian goose yesterday for Thanksgiving; Father was proud, but it's not that big. Pugsley's attempts to kill our sister haven't gotten any more imaginative. The weather here is depressing: warm, clear, and calm, without a cloud in the sky.

I miss you, my Mercury, and wish you were here with me. Please write back soon.

(signed) Wednesday.

My dearest Wednesday,

I can assure you, no romance between two people our age will ever be as epic, even if my words will have to touch you when I cannot. (Sorry, I just had to try writing like that. It seems so much cooler in Mom's romance novels).

School's well, school. We learned a bit about the pilgrims in honor of Thanksgiving, and the lies in the book weren't quite as bad as Gary and Becky's, but it still made me think of you. Apparently Amanda's been spreading a rumor around her new school that her ex-boyfriend was kidnapped and murdered at summer camp, which is far less hurtful to me than she thinks. The weather's getting colder here, but it hasn't snowed yet. And, I think that's all as for the news in Ohio, unless you count my parents arguing, which is second nature to them.

I got my hair cut. You would approve, because when not attended to, it kind of looks like I've been electrocuted. I think my growth spurt is slowing down, which is good, because I can only get so tall without having to go pants shopping with my mom…again. Besides that, I think I look the same as when you left me, sans stupid costume. However, any detail about me pales in comparison to you, and how I imagine you are. The only possible good thing about us being apart is that I will get to be knocked off my feet by you the next time we meet.

Nothing about you wouldn't interest me, my dear. And I assure you, any Thanksgiving is better than the ones spent at my mother's parents house. I'm forced to sit at the kid table with my brat cousins, my dad doesn't even take the day off, and my grandmother patronizes me for acting like my mom. In fact, I wish I could spend Thanksgiving with your family. While I have yet to meet anyone but you and Pugsley, I believe there would be a lot of fun to be had with anyone that could have shaped you.

And I miss you so much, it feels as though my brain is bleeding, Diana. Promise we'll never stop writing these until we can be together again?

Love,

Lucas