Freckles & Promises (BxB) ✔️

Saturday | 26th, September

A/N: the italicized and bold writing is in a different language (in this case, Japanese)

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Saturday | 26th, September

          Um Diary...

Today was very eventful, I'll say. I'm terrified right now. Nothing much to go into detail about right now that my day is over, but I have a lot to think about after I finish this entry. Aright. Have fun reading about my day future me. This could be the start of something big.

I woke up in London's room. We'd shifted throughout the night and I was laying on his arm which was draped across my chest I think. Well, we definitely weren't cuddling anymore. I shook him awake after checking my phone's time (it was around six in the morning). I woke him up and he asked what I wanted for breakfast and leant me some cl...

...othes at me. I caught them and checked them out. A yellow t-shirt and a pair of ripped blue jeans. Socks were included too.

"Thanks," I said, changing into them while he fetched out the clothes he was going to wear for the day.

"I have an early shift today so can you drive me? It's the grocery store your cake was picked up at," I asked. He nodded and we both headed downstairs. He fixed the mess on his head on the way down, but I left mine frizzed and tangled.

"We'll have to sneak past my parents. They'll hate your messy hair," he said, noticing the mop. I sighed, reaching up and brushing it down with my fingers. I didn't feel like sneaking past anybody right now. I had to get to my shift and if we get caught, they'll probably lecture us and I've got no time for that.

"Here," London said, brushing away a piece of hair from my forehead. I shook my head to make it look natural and we continued down the stairs.

"Good morning boys!" his mom greeted us. London grabbed my hand before she could notice. I smiled and nodded at his mom. Well, I guess sneaking past them was a bust.

"Good morning, ma'am," I said politely.

"Oh, please. You've passed the testing stage, call me Jenny!" she smiled. I nodded.

"Mom, I'm gonna drive Scott to his work place now. I'll come back soon," London said, stepping into the conversation. She nodded, handing him a car key.

"Alright, sounds good. Be careful on the road and buy him some breakfast on the way, dear!" she called as London pulled me out the door. I slipped into the sneakers I was wearing yesterday before I had changed into the shiny shoes.

"Alright, mom!" he yelled back, closing the front door behind me. He let my hand go.

"Thanks for doing this," he said again. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. I need to get to work, I don't need breakfast," I said, checking the time. He frowned. I looked up at him questioningly. We both got in a car.

"What do you mean? You get breakfast at work?"

"Well, no, but I'll survive. I'll just eat an early lunch," I explained. He nodded.

"... alright," he agreed hesitantly, ruffling his blond hair. I stared at him curiously.

"Is your hair naturally blond or is that a wig? Or is the blue hair a wig?" I asked suddenly. His face turned a little pink.

"It's natural. But don't tell anybody."

"That's weird. Both your parents are brunettes."

"Yeah I'm... um."