Yes, three in three days! I'm on a roll! Hopefully, I can keep this up :)
August 31, 1980
Not often do I look at a boy and think, wow, he's pretty. But for Sean, that's exactly what happened. I saw him in class the other day, and I knew exactly what kind of guy he was - smart, strong, and confident, but not with an inflated ego like some people (Hint: Samantha from Michael's class. What a bitch!). Also, beautiful on the outside as well as in! He's brawny, though kind and so good in school.
Of course, I'm still dating Michael; I have been for a good few weeks, and I know he has severe jealousy issues, so there's not much room for talking to Sean, unless we get partnered in class or for teams in sports. He's in basketball, just like Michael and me! It's great.
Sometimes, I sit in class and dream about him. Goodness, he's perfect! I think Michael has a crush on him, too, but I'm not sure. I'll have to ask him later. Though, I'm not sure how he'd respond to me asking about Sean; like I said, he's pretty jealous and, even more so, paranoid. Maybe I'll keep it to myself, for now.
In other news, school is going well. I'm having Michael do my math homework again and, in return, I'll do his social studies homework. He's really good in the technical skills like math, science, art and gym, whereas I'm better in the applied skills like cooking, nursing and history. We're both great in ELA and techs, though I suppose that's obligatory when your lifelong best friend's dad is a British robotics major who dedicated his life to his animatronics pizzeria, Fredbear's Family Diner.
Beep beep...
Whirrrr...
Hummmmmm.....
Hello? Can you hear me??
I can't be here for long. He's looking for me. If you don't get this message, this may all be a waste. I'm not sure how long I can last here. I'm sorry for taking so long, my love. I'm trying my best to get out, but these walls are holding fast. If I don't make it out, tell {|||||||} that I love them. I love you, too... Fuck, gotta go. He's found me. I'm not sure how long it'll be till the next message; he's got me on a pretty tight leash. I've got to escape, somehow. I know he's already taken {|||||||}, but I can't see where they might have been held. Maybe if I find how they escaped, I can do it, too. He's closer, I've gotta run. See you later, my love. I'll see if I can-
Beep beep...
Whirrr...
Hummmmmm.....
Speaking of William, I think he might be gay. He spends a lot of time - and I mean, a lot of time - with his co-worker Henry Emily. And Michael says that one time, when he snuck out to Fredbear's in the night, he could hear them having sex. I know, right? It's pretty radical. Though I don't know how well they would respond to me saying that. Might be ban me from the house? From the pizzeria? From seeing Michael at all? He already sees me, as far as I'm aware, as a bad influence, so it mightn't be so outlandish to think. I should be scared, but I'm not really. I don't think he can do anything to me; I'm not his kid, or even his grandkid. He has no relations to my parents, either, since they're not available to anyone excepting my grandparents and Aunt May.
Well, anyway, it's fine if he's gay, because I am, too, and so is Michael! Also, Michael is a... Transit? Is that what they're called? Anyway, he was born as a girl and is now a boy, so he's extra queer. We all are - me, Michael, and even Sean, as far as I know. We're all gay, and Michael is a transit, and he also comes from a long line of hermaphrodites (I'm pretty sure William is, too, but, obviously, I can't tell you for sure).
Anyway, it's getting late, and I've got a headache from this homework, so I'm gonna sign off. See you later, diary!
-Jackson Mitchell
