Notes and Kisses

Tres

Tres

I believed that when a person writes down his feelings, that’s genuine. No offence to those who just blurt it out, but words could do magic (for me, that is). And seeing that Aaron had a diary, I think I was about to believe that he really likes me.

                I rested my back to my bed's headboard, Aaron's diary on my lap. I didn't know if I should really read it, but he gave it to me. So, I should read it, right? Because that's what he wanted.

                I got it on my lap and started turning the pages. The first entry was written on the third page, dated: September 3, 2007.

                Wow! So he had this diary for four years now? I never thought a guy like him would have a diary for four years. Well, the idea of a guy having a diary was still processing in my head.

                The funny part was that, his handwriting was like a five-year-old's. But every entry was neat, no erasures or whatnot.

                I started reading it...

                Diary,

                Yo!

                I laughed. I couldn't take this thing seriously. Why did he even give me this? Ah, that's a mystery I would never know if I don't ask him. He said that he would be back to school on Monday, so that's when I was going to ask him.

                Back to reading...

                    I have no idea why I'm writing a diary. Is diary for a girl only? What would my friends say if they found out I have a diary? Ugh!

                  There's this girl that I saw earlier at school... It's first day of high school, by the way. So, going back... I saw a girl earlier and she was so pretty. I mean, the way she walks with her boot and flowery dress makes me gawk at her. (I sound like girl, right?)

                I chuckled. Yeah, Aaron sounded like a girl here.

                I also saw here earlier around the neighborhood. I think she just lives next door. I wanted to talk to her and get to know her but my stupid, stupid mouth said the most stupidest (I know, redundant) thing in the world... Get her out of that dress? Ha! And yes, of course, I earned my very first slap in high school.

                I laughed at how this was written. Was I seeing another side of Aaron?

                "Carter, phone!" dad shouted from downstairs.

                I put the notebook down and hurriedly went down. Dad was impatiently waiting by the end of the staircase with the phone on his hand.

                "Tell that person not to call at this time of night," dad scolded me. It's only 8:30 pm, but dad was very strict when it came to time.

                "Okay, thanks," I said, getting the phone in his hand. I went back to my room and talked to whoever was on the other line.

                And like I said, there are some things you don't expect to happen.

                "Hello?" I inquired.

                No answer, but I could hear the person's breathing on the other line.

                "Helloooo?" I said again.