Paige and I were snuggled up because she was a mess. And she needed someone.
We both woke up in the middle of the night realizing we were still on the couch.
Do you want to go to my room?
No but I do need to use the restroom.
As she went to the restroom I saw her diary was wide open.
I was angry about what I read.
Paige came out and saw that I had seen her diary.
Soon Paige and I were wrestling for her diary.
I won the match and slowly read more of it.
Paige looked like she was going to cry.
You poor thing I whispered.
I had a soft spot for her.
If she did cry at all it would break my heart.
Paige don't cry I gently said.
Did the wrestling make you nervous?
She nodded her head.
I wanted her to be happy more than anything.
I felt horrible she was scared.
I did everything to try and make her laugh.
She was sad.
It's okay I'm here.
I'm here I said in a comforting tone.
