why won't he stop that?
messing with me.
it's like he's bullying me without knowing. in the nicest way possible.
and i hate-love it.
i seriously need to talk to him about it someday.
not yet though.
not before i figure myself out first.
ORIGINALLY U...
so, we're actually in the car. fun fact, i can't drive yet so he is. i feel like since i invited him, i should be driving so i feel kinda bad about it. right now he's talking about his favourite podcasts, and before, some random story about his elementary school years. it's nice just hearing him talk, i could sit here forever.
oh yeah and i panicked so now i'm just wearing a dress shirt and jogging pants. not the best, i know, but i forgot until like last minute and didn't want to be late so here i am. luckily he hasn't said anything about it yet. anyways! we're almost at the restaurant, i'm going to pay whether he likes it or not. i know dream's an impulsive guy, he's gonna try to pay but i invited him, not about to let him.
alright so we're here, i'm nervous haha. i keep sneaking looks at him and i think he's doing the same. it looks like he might try to look in this journal so i'm gonna doodle something so it looks like i'm just drawing.
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well it worked since he looked over to see only doodles, complimented it and looked away. what i'll do is just put this down for now, i shouldn't spend this time writing here. instead i will after the dinner and arcade.
