Dear Diary

8

Lilliana's POV:

I walked up to Stacy's door. My hand hesitated to come up and knock. Stacy answered the door.

"Hey Lilly," She smiled. "What's up?"

"Stace, I have something to confess." I gulped. "I love-"

My voice was cut off by the sound of a laughing girl.

Heather.

"Come in. It's cold," Stacy grabbed my hand and pulled me into her home. She led me to the living room where Heather and Jake were cuddling on the couch. She walked into the kitchen, me following. "What were you saying?"

"I love you. I've had a crush on you for two years now," I lied.

Panicked is how I felt.

After that night, he decided to do this?

See Heather behind my back?

He didn't talk to me for the entire week and now I know why.

So, my solution was to lie to Stacy.

"You what?" Her face softened, as if she had just heard the best news of her life.

"I love you," I continued my lie. Thank god I was a good actor.

"Oh my god!" She jumped onto me in a hug, making me stumble. I caught my balance and grabbed onto her. She leaned back and kissed me softly, making me feel guilty as fuck. "I've wanted to hear that forever."

I let out a fake smile.

My heart wanted to make me cry, right here. But my brain told me to keep going.

"I love you too," She continued smiling like a dork.

"Hey! What's going on here?" Jake and Heather entered the room.

"Lilly and I are dating!" Stacy squealed.

"OH MY GOSH! CONGRATS!" Heather screamed.

"Thanks..." I spoke, looking at Jake. His expression remained shocked, as if he had just been hit in the chest.

"Congratulations sis," He let out. Stacy clutched my hand tightly.

That was the breaking spell for me.

"I better get home," I let go of Stacy and left, blinking away the tears in my eyes.

My eyes slowly began to cover up with tears. I blinked them away and continued walking. Just as I entered the house, I locked the door and threw my backpack on the floor. I broke down into tears and let them fall onto the floor. I got up, ran to my room, and grabbed the diary.

Happy place.

Happy place.

Happy place.

Please. I need happiness right now.

I still remember the third of September, me in your sweater

You said it looked better on me than it did you

Only if you knew how much I liked you

But I watch your eyes as she

Walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue sky

She's got you mesmerized while I die

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

But you like her better

Wish I were Heather

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand

Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder

But how could I hate her, she's such an angel

But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she

Walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue sky

She's got you mesmerized while I die

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

But you like her better

I wish I were Heather

Oh, I wish I were Heather

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

But you like her better