Mr. Player

Chapter Thirty Four - Confidencial Information

Chapter Thirty Four - Confidencial Information

                                                                                                          November 1st 2013, 6:23am.

Dear Diary,

And I return. Just not as the sad fourteen year old me, ending the entry on the depressing note that said ‘When will my life ever get better?’ Gladly now, as my seventeen year old self who some how, while Spring cleaning managed to find this trapped inside the stomach of her old stuffed polar bear, I can now say it got better. Unfortunately, in the process of finding this possession, Brooks (my boyfriend) snuck a peek. Actually that is extremely exaggerated. He snatched this book that used to be my world as a fourteen year old and read out many hand written phrases in a falsetto voice which had me clenching my stomach from all the laughter.

            Also in this process, to my dismay, he found out that yes, I had a crush on Colton Mayes. Emphasising the ‘had’ in that sentence. Sadly, as a fourteen year old, that was the standard I allowed myself to fantasise over. Happily, I have also found Harry Styles who raises the bar impeccably high. At first Brooks was not happy, but then I reasoned with him, I mean I was fourteen, come on. I didn’t even know who Luke Brooks was. So, he couldn’t really be mad. As a compromise I took him out for ice cream when we finished cleaning. It was kind of a win/win.

            Considering the majority of these pages are disappointingly filled with love hearts and Colt’s name scribbled all over them, I have no choice but after this entry to burn this sad sad sad diary.

            So I bid you adue in the future. And I hope that you live out your future endeavours. Who knows, maybe the ash from your pages can be recycled and become an asset to the environment (all though I doubt it, no offense).

            See you on the other side. For the last time. Scream and shout, Alex Binks is out!

           P.S Pinch and a punch for the first day of the month.

I watched as the fire fed from the pages in front of me. It glowed, burned and shone, allowing me to feel a weight lifted off my shoulders. Partly because Luke’s hands literally rose from my shoulders and dropped to his sides but also because now, I don’t have to worry about the sad part of my life before. The one where I never went to parties, the one where I preferred to drink water than soft drink, the one where I chose staying in to watch the Big Bang Theory over going to a sleep over (although some nights, the big bang theory still wins).

With a sigh, I tucked my fringe behind my ear before giving Brooks a small smile, gesturing that it was time to go inside. Late afternoon had fallen and it was time for him to go home and have dinner with his family. There was still a week left for my parents to return but I suggested both Colt and Luke return home for a night so they aren’t complete strangers to their own families. Despite their poor attempts at an argument I compromised that Bec, Lilly would have a sleepover and Tara would invite her friend Willow. It was time for a girls night in, which was long overdue.

We walked through the big, white front door and travelled along the white, smooth and somewhat slippery tiles until we reached the kitchen. Leaning my upper body on the wooden island, centered in the kitchen, my fingers found their way to an empty discarded pack of lemsip which I subconsciously began fidgeting with.

“Seriously Al, I don’t have to go now,” he said as if he almost felt bad leaving me here. I knew he missed his brothers, his mum and of course his dog. How would I know that? This whole week particularly he had been gushing about them non stop and about all the great memories they have experienced. And although I’m not good at social queues and despite the fact that he won’t admit it, I kind of got the message loud and clear.