Freckles & Promises (BxB) ✔️

Thursday | 17th, September

T/N: the italicized and bold writing is in a different language (in this case, Japanese)
Disclaimer:
the idea of the book was inspired by SkeneKidz's The Journal which is a really good book that you should read. It's very sad and very well written.

§ § §

Thursday | 18th, September

          Wassup, diary...

Look, I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but mom and I made a bet and I'm not losing. I mean, c'mon. My phone is on the line. Here's the gist of the bet:

1. Mom says I'm not being productive and challenges me to write a book, one chapter a day, for three weeks. That's twenty-one chapters and this is the first one.
2. I agreed because she said she'd do all the chores for three weeks if I win.
3. She said I could pick which type of book I write and I chose a diary because it's easy peasy lemon squeezy.
4. We shook on it and I went to the dollar store and bought a journal.

Yeah, that's basically it. Anyways, I'm about to go to sleep right now, but I guess I could tell you about my day. Maybe this'll be cool to read when I'm an adult and have a wife and kids or some shit. If I ever get married, that is. Back to my day:

I woke up this morning and got out of bed to hear my mom yelling at me, like usual. I rolled off my bed, like usual, and began to change and get ready for my day. I grabbed my phone and pressed 'call' in the settings of Christian's contact on my phone. He picked up after a few rings. I asked him if he needed a ride to school and he agreed before hanging up without giving me a chance to respond (rude fucker, I know). I went downstairs and said good morning to my mom and sat at the dining table for breakfast. I ate cereal. I finished my breakfast and tugged my shoes on and grabbed my car keys. As I opened the front door, my mom called out to me and told me to ha...

"...ve a good day at school, honey!"

I nodded and smiled at her before slipping out of the house and into my yellow Lamborghini I knew Christian loved. I backed out and cruised down to Christian's house. I honked the horn to inform him of my presence and waited until he came out of his house and jumped into the passenger seat after hugging my car. I swear that kid liked my car more than me. Maybe he's a gold digger. Or a car digger. Or maybe he's just a digger. I don't know what that means. Okay, now I'm confusing myself.

"Hey, bro, you ready to go? What'd u eat for breakfast?" I asked and Christian ignored me, buckling in. I zoomed out of his driveway and down the road to school.

"I didn't eat breakfast."

"What? Why not? Not enough time? You answered my call early enough that you had time to eat, didn't you?" I asked, turning onto the road that takes you to a small cafe. Christian might be a rude little fucker, but I loved the guy to death and I didn't need him getting even skinnier than he already was.

"I didn't have enough time. You don't need to go out of the way to get me food, Scotty, I'll be fine," he assured, giving me a look. I rolled my eyes and continued to head towards the cafe, making Christian sigh in defeat. I parked in the cafe's parking lot and dragged Christian out of my car and into the little building.

"What do you want?" I asked him and he glared at me.

"I told you, I'll be fine!" he said defiantly. I turned to the cashier with a small smile.

"He'll have a bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast sandwich and a French vanilla iced coffee with normal sugar and extra cream. I'll take an iced caramel latte and a snickerdoodle cookie," I ordered and the boy tapped a few buttons on the screen in front of him.