Freckles & Promises (BxB) ✔️

Sunday | 27th, September

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

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Sunday | 27th, September

          Diary...

          Okay. So I'm totally not terrified or anything right now. I've just brushed my teeth and headed to bed. I think I have a lot of thinking to do about these past two days (counting this one). I'm terrified right now. That's twice now. I'm on a roll. Well, I'll write more about my thoughts after I write about my super weird day.

I woke up. No I didn't. I didn't get ANY sleep whatsoever last night. I was way too occupied with thinking about what had happened yesterday. I'm still stressed, by the way. Just to let you know. Very stressed. So because of the lack of sleep, I was brain dead the whole day (which is probably why I did what I did). Anygay, I did my daily shit and skipped breakfast again. *sigh* (yes I just wrote out *sigh* leave me the fuck alone future me) I'm not any gay whatsoever, so it's more like 'anystraight'. Anyways, no, I'm not starving myself future me, I'm simply forgetful. Maybe that's why I'm so skinny. Hah. I'm a stick because I have the memory of a goldfish. Okay, let's not make fun of our own insecurities, now, me. I'm stalling, aren't I? Yes. The answer is yes. I walked to a park and avoided talking to anybody because knowing me and my big mouth I might say something about what had happened. Good thing I knew nobody there. I didn't need anybody to know until I got everything sorted out. And on top of that, I kept getting spammed with texts and calls from Elia...

...s! I swear if I get one more notification from him, I'll cry. My phone vibrated in my pocket, yet again. I'm going to ignore that one. I'm not avoiding him, I'm simply just trying to sit in peace right now. I'll go see him later. Then we'll talk. I'm sure he'll be at the bridge so it'll be okay. I do feel kinda bad for rejecting him so harshly. I'm pretty sure when I pushed him off, he slid across the pavement. That must've hurt. He probably bled. Now I'm just guilting myself. Like I wrote yesterday night, I do want to like the guy because if I don't, our friendship will be super awkward. He's awesome, but I can't because I'm straight? I still haven't figured out who to talk about this to. Christian is probably busy and if he's not, he's probably with Theodore. Blake wouldn't want to talk about these things, plus I don't want him to know anyways. Oh wait, I know. I'll call my cousin. I wonder if he'll be fre-

"Scott?" somebody asked, interrupting my super productive and deep thinking. My head snapped up towards the voice. London was sitting at a park table with some expensive computer in front of him. Great. Just what I needed.

"Londo- uh... Presley!" I said, thinking of some random name, waving. He smiled, waving me over. I sighed, but sat across from him anyways. I guess I could invite him over. My mom did want to meet him after all. And he'd be a good distraction.

"How are you? My mom talks about you non stop," he laughed. I smiled a little.

"Wait really?"

"Yeah! She's all Scott this so adorable that," he said. I felt my face heat up a little.

"Oh... that's embarrassing," I mumbled.

"Aw... well she didn't lie. Why're you here?" he asked, smiling a little. I shrugged, resting my head on my arms and glancing up at him. He reached over the table and ruffled my hair.

"Just bored I guess. You?"

"Work. I'm bored too, though. Hey do you wanna come to my show?" he offered. My eyes widened and I snapped my head up to look at him properly.