Who's The Author?

.:. Chapter Two .:.

Dear diary,

The world passes me by day by day. Nothing ever changes. My days are always the same; the same routine. I've tried mixing things up, but it's just not me. He is only getting worse and there is nothing I can do about it. I HATE cancer! I wish it could die. I hate seeing him in pain. I hate seeing my best friend in pain and there being nothing I can do. I want to help him but have no way of doing so. I hate when I feel helpless. I can't stand it. If anything bugs me it's that I can't help another. I'm always doing for others I really don't do for myself and that's ok by me. I just wish i can do something to help him, but he says all I can do is support him and make it the best time ever. I don't know what ill do if I lose him....

- L

I closed my journal softly as if I were putting a child to sleep careful not to wake them. My journal is my life and without my life I'm nothing. I have no meaning.

I walk over to the trash to throw away my now empty coffee cup. Starbucks always was my place to go. It was like my best friend and would just let me sit there not talking because it knew how I felt. Just like my journal. It knew my deepest secrets and without it I would be lost.

(Ashton's POV)

The boys wouldn't shut up until our driver finally pulled up to Starbucks. It was our favorite place to hang out while enjoying a refreshment; giving us the energy we needed after a long show.

"Pablo!" The cashier called. We always used different names every time we went to Starbucks. It just made our trip there that much more fun, and today I was Pablo. I don't know where the name came from but I knew it sounded cool.

I went to go find a seat and there it laid. A brown leather notebook. Someone left their notebook behind. I picked it up ...

"Ashton, are you going to slide over so I can sit as well?" Calum looked down at me. I quickly slide over hiding the notebook. I wonder what was in. Maybe they liked to doodle? Maybe just wrote down titles of movies; I did that sometimes. Maybe they had a bucket list? All these questions ran through my head and I couldn't stop them.

"You ok Ash?" Luke looked me dead in the eyes; worry washed over his. "Of course man, why wouldn't I be?" He looked at me a couple more seconds before shrugging his shoulders and joined in on Calum and Michael's conversation; leaving me to my own thoughts. I wonder if they would care if I read what lay on the lines if their notebook?