Our Little Secret {The Secret Series- Book 1}

Chapter 14: Where it ends.

*Ross's Point Of View*

"So, if you made it this far, either you have read my entire diary (congratulations to you! Hope you were able to read my shitty handwriting.) orrrr you skipped to the end because you're lazy.

I just hope that you aren't Ellington. Because if you've read this whole thing, that would be embarrassing, considering this was a huge diary of everything that came to mind when I thought of what would happen if anything happened between us.. If there was a spark.

This whole thing is just an old torn notebook full of all of my thoughts, all of my dreams, and all of my hopes for what would happen if I fell in love with my best friend.

I kinda also hope that this isn't my girlfriend reading this, that is- if I have a girlfriend by the time you find this. I also hope this isn't my family.. That would also be awkward.

All of these thoughts flooded through my head when I was bored and anxious, sitting in that uncomfortable hospital waiting room chair. Weird shit happens when you're bored, and when you're nervous or anxious.

I remember that day, when Ellington and Rydel got in a car crash, I remember being scared.. Scared for both of them. Scared they were going to die.

But for some reason while I was pacing the floors, a thought popped into my head- the thought of liking Ellington.. as more than a friend.

I know, I know that I'm crazy. That couldn't possibly happen, right? I don't know.

But the thoughts didn't stop there. It started taking over my days, and my nights. I couldn't ever sleep, all I could do was think. When I did sleep, I dreamed about it. It's crazy. It's like.. It's like this overwhelming feeling, and I don't know how it happened. It's driving me insane.

I always wrote everything in this notebook for memories. I don't know why I did it.

But this has to stop. I need to stop. I'm confusing myself, I'm scaring myself. I'm confusing and scaring everyone else because I always stop and write in the hook every once and while.

So I've realized that I need to stop this madness, and I know I shouldn't keep it. So I'm getting rid of it. If you find this, I don't know how you did, or why you did, but I guess that means something. But..

This...

This is where it ends."

I wrote in the notebook before scribbling my name under it and slamming it shut. I quickly ran to the backyard and buried the diary.

The diary of Rosslington.