S.S.| Secret diary

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,,Sadie, come here!" You shouted as you were chasing your girlfriend all over your apartment while she was running away with your diary from the second season of Stranger Things.

Yes, ever since you joined the cast back in the very first season you started writing a dairy. I mean you were 13, what's to be expected rather than that?

In season one there was nothing spicy, you were a kid after all. But when Sadie joined the cast in season 2 and you were a bit older, a big giant amount of butterflies entered your stomach and you wrote things no other eyes rather than yours should see.

And that's why now you were finding yourself chasing Sadie around.

,,No way!" Sadie screamed and she entered the bathroom, locking herself in so you won't be able to open.

She laid her back on the inside part of the door as you were still freaking out on the other.

,,Let's see what's in there, shall we, Y/n?" Sadie teased.

,,Noo!" You shouted as the nervousness took over you.

,,Okay, okay... chill. I can hear the excitement in your voice. I am starting." Sadie joked.

,,Day 1st of filming the amazing season 2 of the show I joined not long time ago." Sadie read.

,,As the Duffer brothers said we had some new members that were amazing but non of them could compare to the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." She kept reading.

,,Sadie, please stop." You begged. No answer.

,,I've never felt this way before. Butterflies... Butterflies flying all around stomach as she looked at me. As she looked at me with her eyes as blue and deep as an ocean. As she walked around with her hair as red and free as a fierce fire. And the elegance in every single movement of hers. She was like a princess that was just walking freely in her castle."

,,The freckles that were placed all over her face made her glamorous smile look even more perfect, if that's even possible." The redhead read the words on the page of your diary, slowly realizing who you were taking about.

,,Y/n, didn't know you were a poet." Sadie said as she did notice the words you used to describe her.

You kept quiet as it was too late to ask her to stop now. You just laid down with your back pressed against the door.

,,And that's when I realized it. 5th Novemer 2016, was the day I found myself falling in love for the very first time. And it was her. It was her who made me realize what love feels like. Actually I don't care about the butterflies people say they feel, cause that's honestly bullshit. All I felt when I first glanced at her was love. Pure pure love." Sadie read as her blue eyes started tearing.

Now there was silence. She didn't say anything. You didn't say anything. The apartment has never been so quiet.

You then heard the door clicking and it then opened, revealing Sadie.

You couldn't see much because she basically threw herself in your arms. You hugged her as you buried your head in the space between her shoulder and neck. So did she, but with yours.

You stayed like that for a while non of you wanting to break the hug.

,,I am the first person who made you realize what love feels like?" Sadie asked as some tears were still falling down her face.

You wiped them of with your thumbs and cupped her cheeks.

,,Of course you are. I am head over heels for you." You admitted.

,,Y/n, I--" She stared but you stopped her.

,,Shh- shh. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to." You told her.

You were together for 4 months now and the words you were able to write on your first ever meeting were something deep and you didn't want to force her if she wasn't ready to say it back.

,,Y/n, I love you." She ignored what you said.

The blue eyed girl didn't feel like she should say it just because she read you saying it first. She just wanted. Simply wanted. And it seemed like the perfect moment to do it.

,,I would say I love you too, but that's not even close to what I feel for you." You said as you brought your lips into a slow, loving, desired kiss.

Well, maybe it wasn't so bad that she read your diary, was it?

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