𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲

prolouge

"for the last time, finn; i don't like you!"  jack cried, wet tears rolling down his cheeks.

"good! i don't like you either!"

and
jack
broke.

he ran out of the school, his diary unknowingly slipping out of his backpack onto the floor behind him. he honestly didn't care right now, he wasn't in the mood to see finn again.

but finn picked up the drawing-covered journal, opening his mouth as to yell after jack, but he stopped himself. this was a good thing - he could finally see what jack was always thinking about.

so, he clumsily walked out of the school, being the only one left since everyone else had left over ten minutes ago (him and jack had decided to stand there and argue for that time), the diary gripped tightly in his arms.

💢

when he got home, he ran up to his room, slamming the door behind him and jumping onto his bed.

and then,

he opened the journal...