Dear Diary...

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When we entered the diner, John, the only old human that works there greeted me with a pat on my head.

"Hey Anna Banana! Here for the usual?" I cringed a little at the nickname but he's a good man and I only let him call me that. Nobody else. Whatsoever.

"You know me too well, John. You sure you're not my grandpa?" He laughed and looked at Brandon.

"John this is Brandon. He's my ho- my neighbor." No way I just said that. No. Nope. I am officially done with my life. This could not- no. I'm not even going to think it because if I do, it will get worse.

"Brandon, this is John. He's known me since I was born for obvious reasons...I'm obsessed with the milkshakes and so is mom." I shrugged accepting my addiction. This diner is way older than me and mom told me that John has been working here since she moved here and it's been 23 years from that. Yep. John is very old.

Brandon shook hands with John and smiled. The problem with Brandon is that he has different types of smiles. In this case, he gave John the "I-will-end-Anna's-life-with this smile-because-she-loves-my-dimples" smile. And he did. My heart stopped, fell out my ass and then came back up to its place. All of this happened while I was sat down and looking at the menu. UPSIDE-DOWN.

A/N: Heyyy hi how are you? Good? Great!

I just wanted to let you guys know that I am back to writing. Yes, I'm alive. School starts next week (fml) but I will be updating every week. If they're really short, like today, I'm sorry :( I'm trying my best.

Soo...what do you guys think this hot neighbor looks like? ;) Idk if I should say who I imagine him to be or to leave it to you guys...We'll see

See you next week! Be nice to people! :)