My Diet Diary

Chapter 5: part 2, the dinner.

Dear diary;

It's around three in the morning and I'm in the bathroom throwing shit all over my bowl. My stomach is in pain and my lungs are crying for fresh air. What happen? Let's rewind.

It was around 7 PM and I'm here, standing, in front of Alexander porch. My brain still trying its best to put it together the fact that my ex-crush was actually freaking gay. I mean, I got nothing against those but, finding out he likes him, was kinda new and weird to me.

The door wreaks open after a few bells, revealing Alexander at the door wearing apron and his hair is in a mess. I tried my best to put it together all of my nervous and put a big fake smile.

My heart was now confused, I mean, why do I feel nervous seeing him. Basically, he was cute, well more like hot, but why was I nervous. He was just another guy, what's the different?

So I put on my best show and enters, I can sense a smirk coming from him but I ignore it. They all greeted me and my mom gracefully, I mean, no doubt.

Mr and Mrs. Alexander set the table up while I pretty much admired their house. They were all white in color. I mean almost all stuff here is black and white. And even the diner itself has a white and black chair. I love this house. I walk to the living room where there is a huge TV hanging on the wall. I was quite not surprised by it, I mean, look at this house, dumb as fuck. So, anyway, when I look up the living room, I saw a painting of what seems to be a baby and stuff. You know, like the one you see in Rome's church.

"You like it," he asked me. I neither replied, nor nod. " I paint them'", I burst out laughing when he said that. He looked at me with a serious face."I swear" He said.

I shake my head and said "what ever you said" I pat him on the shoulder. Wait, what did I just do?

We set two feet away from one another on the sofa. I, in other hand, tried to make this situation less awkward by playing phone. By playing I mean stalking people on my Instagram obviously. That's right, I have social media.

I scroll down my friends pic and saw Sebastian profile, so I stalked him. When the page finish load, his first pose that caught my eyes is a pic of Tobby and Stephan kissing.

Pause, wait a minute, my brain is trying its best to process. I took another glance in the picture and my heart just shattered. Erh, I know right.

I look over to Alexander, who as well was playing phone, and with my curiosity, I show him the picture without saying anything. He looks at me and raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, they're gay, I know," he told me. I was puzzling.

"How?" My questionable face makes him giggle.

"Well, he told me," well that makes sense since Tobby was one of the hottest guy list stuff.

I sign. "You must have a crush on him?" I smile to him and he just chuckles.

So I said "what's so funny?"

"Your face," he said with a serious tone. I threw him a pillow that lay beside me and it flew across the room and smash into his face.

Dinner time;

The only thing that I hate about this dinner (besides Alex) Is the silence. The whole table turned off the volume and as for mom who sat besides me, was well eaten with her delightful attitude that you don't see every day. Alex seated in front of me with his mouth patiently chew the lamp. Properly he tried to cover his attitude too. I mean we barely stranger or acquaintance.

A moment later when I'm about to take a gulp of my drink, I felt a smack on my left leg. I'm pretty sure someone just kicks me, with a swift I look in front cause I'm pretty sure Alex is the one who kick my leg. But his face just pure blank and keep chewing his food gracefully. So I thought maybe it was just an accident. Therefore, I ignore it.

A minute later I fill the same kick and it becomes vigorous now. I stare at him with my powerful eyes, but he still ignore it and eat without looking at me. Then, he kicks me again, but this him it was harder than before, with a kick I swung my leg and hit my foot onto his dick. That's right, his dick. His face starts to squeeze like he ate a lemon, and his hand furiously holds his dick. His expression makes me giggle but I control it.

"Honey, you okay," his mom asked him. With his face still squeezing he said "yeah, just cram... I'm okay now," he stares at me and I shifted my face. Cram so much I guess.

After the silence dinner and a bit of small talk, I realized I was the first to finish eating, and my stomach was full of lamp, salad and pasta.

After a while of my mom chatting and me and Alex being silenced, I finally feel like I want to go home. That time, it felt like I missed my bed so much like I have been gone for 1 year instead of 1 hour.

A moment later, he disappeared into the kitchen and I am awkwardly waiting here listening to so many news about politics, mostly about Trump's stupidity. My head spins like hell. I hate being adults. Then diary, after a moment of life tortures, Alex came out from his kitchen with a tray of three wine glasses and two normal cylinder glass.

"Apple martini ala me," he said in such an Italian charm. "And for the children, I give you, smooth chocolate," for the moment there I thought he knew my witness is chocolates and so it makes me hate him more. He held me the drink and I grinned fakely, well, I then politely accepted the drink and drink it like how Jane Austin would. Well, it was thoughtful of him to actually help his mother and brought a smoothie for me instead of only for him.

In my room:

I changed my clothes, then stared at the window. He was there, I saw him from the back as he was facing his trophy. When I tried to close my window I caught him waving at me with a smile, so I hesitate-ly wave back then quickly close it. I don't understand why he was so nice to me, maybe he was playing this concept called keep your friends close keep your enemy closer? Oh god... oh

God ..

That.

BITCH!

And that's why I'm in the bathroom now. And other shit just came out.