1. The Diary
Dear diary. Something has been bothering me for a while now. My eyes desire Derec, but my heart desires something else. Something i don't know, but crave so badly. I need to keep searching. I need to search for my heart, cause i've lost it, and someone else has got it. Someone who I truely deserve. And I need to trust that he will find me.
"What is this? Where did you get it? " I closed the book and stared at Dean. He reached out and grabed a handful of chips, and shoved them in his mouth. "I told you I found it on a bench at the park, " he said and shrugged. I glared at him. "Dude stop, you're creeping me out! I'm trying to enjoy my chips, " he said with his mouth full. "Were there anyone near the bench? Maybe they left it there to come back for it later. I mean, someone could be missing it, " I said, trying not to sound desperate, but failing. "I don't think anyone would just leave their diary on a public bench, so they could pick it up later, " Dean said. "Yeah, it's not like a diary-kindergarden man. Why are you so upsessed about this? Relax, " Chris added calmly. Just ten minuts ago, Chris and I were trying out my new PS4, and everything was normal. Then Dean knocks on my door with some book he had found, that turned out to be a 16 year old girls diary. I'm not sure what was wrong with me. I needed to know more about this diary. I needed to know more about this girl. "Gabe." Chris snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Gabriel. It's just a book."
Aften I'd kicked Dean and Chris out of my house, I started checking the diary for a name or phonenumber. But there was nothing. I sighed and opened it at the second page. Love is a mysterious thing, was the first sentence. I couldn't stop myself from reading it.
Love is mysterious thing. And doubt is the part of love that I hate the most. But to love someone you have to doubt them. And to doubt someone, you have to love them. But sometimes that's what you're in doubt about. I like Derec but I'm not sure that my heart does. My heart is in doubt about him, and I'm in doubt about my heart.
I wasn't suposed to read this. I wasn't suposed to read someone elses diary. But there was something about this girl. And some how i felt like she wanted me read it.