LTE: We’re “Two Friends,” But I Want To Be More Than Friends
Campus CultureLTEStudent Life March 25, 2026 The New England Classic
AN INTIMATE & SWEATY DJ BOOTH — I don’t consider myself a writer, and the prospect of this letter being published in such a respected and well-known newspaper like The New England Classic is daunting, but I have to share my truth. Consider this a love letter.
I am the short one in the disco-pop-electric-EDM duo, Two Friends. You may know us from Big Bootie Mix 1, Big Bootie Mix 2, Big Bootie Mix 3, Big Bootie Mix 4, or Big Bootie Mix 5. When Friend #1 and I first started this journey, we really were just friends, but something slowly started to change. I always think of those early days in college remixing God’s Plan by Drake and Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac, standing so close we were practically sharing the same breath. We were two friends but one body working perfectly in unison. I should have kissed you then. God I’m so stupid.
When we started spinning Big Bootie Mixes, the sexual tension was palpable. Friend #1, I don’t want to be your fucking friend, I want to be your everything, your reason to get out of bed, the Big to your Bootie (wink), your Yellow. Total side note, but remind me to remix Yellow by Coldplay with Phantom of the Opera, I have a vision.
When we are in the booth together, you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires. When our hands brush as we go to adjust the EQ knobs, a zing goes through my whole body. When my headphones smell of you after you borrow them, I find myself laying in bed with them, fantasizing of raising little baby-DJs together.
Friend #1, please be mine. You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I’m just a DJ, standing in front of a DJ, asking him to love him. So pick me. Choose me. Love me. 
