ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ, vinnie hacker

diary

🗒 ❛ diary ༉‧₊˚✧

╭─────────vinnie pov ─────────✎

"I left it in your room, I'm just gonna grab it really quick!" I shouted to my best friend from the top of the stair case, on my way to get my skateboard. 

I walk inside of the familiar bedroom, almost instantly spotting the object right in front of her nightstand. Walking over to it, I bend down and grip it tightly in my hand, but not before something bright caught my eye. I know I shouldn't snoop, Y/N would fucking kill me. But, there was no way I couldn't look at what it was. So, I reached my hand and grabbed the object, pulling it into the light. It was a bright pink book, with the words "Do Not Open!" plastered across its front in Y/N's handwriting. A diary, I assumed. Once again, I knew that I should just put the diary back and pretend I never saw it, but my curiosity is eating me alive. One peek wouldn't hurt, right? 

I flip the cover to see the first ever entry, which was just a couple months ago. 

Dear Diary, 

Ugh, scratch that, what is this, 2000? Anyways, the only reason I'm writing in this is because there's probably no one who will ever find it and I need to get something off of my chest. Here we go: 

I have feelings for my best friend, Vinnie. And I hate to admit this, because he's way out of my league and there's a higher chance of my pussy not looking like a lion's mane two seconds after I shave it than him feeling the same way about me. And trust me, my pussy hair grows FAST. Okay, TMI, even though this is my diary. 

But the way he walks, talks, and his mannerisms just overall captivate me. I just want to be able to truthfully say that I love Vincent Cole Hacker and he loves me back. 

But he never will. 

And I have to accept that. 

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I couldn't believe what I read. Not only does she have feelings for me, but the fact that she think I'm out of her league is bewildering. 

Recently, we've gotten a bit more flirty, but I didn't know she was developing the same feelings as me. But there's no way in hell that I'm going to let go of an opportunity to have a girl as good as Y/N. I have to say something to her, I don't know what, but something. 

"Vinnie, what are you doing-" She gasps as she spots her book in my hand. "Did you read that?" 

So much for talking to her. 

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