dear diary | shefani

Entry Seven

Entry Seven

Dear Diary,

Oh. My. God.

If you're reading this, I'm pretty sure I'm dead right now. I have to be.

Let's get straight to the point.

"Hi," I say as I open the door to reveal a really handsome boy.

"Hey," he says awkwardly. We state at each other for a moment, not knowing what to do. He clears his throat. "Can I, uh, come in?"

I snap back to reality. "Yeah, totally."

We walk inside my house-which is small, but there's only my parents and I, so it works. Unlike the hot Californian air, it's cool in the house. The air conditioning is blasting.

I turn towards him. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Uh, do you have water?" he asks.

I walk to the fridge. "Maybe. It depends on if there was any at the store; you know, with California in a drought."

"Oh, yeah," he nods. "I keep forgetting about that."

I chuckle, though I don't know why. What he said wasn't even funny. "Well, welcome to California. We can't water our lawns or take a shower everyday."

"I don't shower everyday, anyway," he shrugs.

"Well, being here should be easy for you," I smirk at him, handing him a small water bottle I was able to find in the back of the fridge.

"Thanks," he says.

"You're welcome," I smile. "'Now, would you like to work in here or in my room."

He blushes. "I don't care, you choose,"

I know I should've said in here, I thought I was going to say in here. "Let's just go to my room." comes out instead.

We walk to my room, which is actually a pretty nice size. My instruments are in the corner of the room, and then there's s dresser with my clothes and makeup. Finally, there's my queen sized bed in the middle of the pink room. Not much, but it's mine.

"You play?" Blake motions to my guitar.

"Yeah," I walk towards it. "I'm in a band."

"Really?" he raises his brow. "That's awesome!"

I blush. "Thanks."

He puts his hands in his pockets. "I'm not in a band, but I play the guitar, also."

"Really?" I ask. Not going to lie, he looks really cute today.

"Yeah," he says shyly. "I wanted to be like Garth Brooks when I was a kid."

I chuckle. "That's so cute!"

He rolls his eyes while smiling. "Do you even know who that is?"

"Duh," this time, I roll my eyes. "I may be from California, but I'm not ignorant. I know what country music is."

"Yeah, whatever," Blake grins at me, and I can't help but grin back.

I examine is attire, and I instantly regret it. He had on a blue long-sleeved shirt, which looked purposely tight to show off his well built structure. He had on his usual blue jeans, but for some reason, they looked hotter than usual. And, of course, he had on his usual cowboy boots.

I see him stare me down. I'm wearing a long grey dress shirt with black fishnets and my red ankle boots. I probably should've worn something that didn't show off my legs, but I kind of like his eyes on me.

Gavin never looked at me like this.

I cough, snapping back to reality. "So, um, what about The Great Gatsby?"

He blushes. "I don't know. What do you want to do?"

My answer was "to kiss you," but I couldn't say that. "Well, we could explain how the theme of the novel is the fall of the American dream."

"Everyone's gonna do that," Blake sat down on my bed. "We need to dig deeper."

"Well, what else is there?" I sit down next to him. "F. Scott Fitzgerald doesn't use the easiest of vocabulary. I could barely understand the book!"

"I'm pretty sure most of the class just watched the movie Leonardo DiCaprio was in," Blake chuckled.

"Did you do that?" I look up at him, smiling.

"Of course I did!" he smiles back. And then, we're laughing. It wasn't even that funny, but hearing him laugh made me laugh. It made me happy.

It wasn't until then I realized how close we were. His hand brushed mine, causing the laughter to slow down. There was a tingle where his skin touched mine, and it felt good.

He looked into my eyes, and I look into his. All I could focus on was how he licked his lips as he looked at mine. I was a bundle of nerves, I couldn't take it anymore.

So, I kissed him.

I, Gwen Stefani, just kissed a boy I barely knew.

And it felt great.

His hands cupped my face, pulling me closer. I ran my fingers through his curly hair, making him sigh. I licked his bottom lip with my tongue-which was greeted by his very quickly. 

After a few minutes of making out, his lips started trailing down my neck. I moaned, which I'm pretty sure turned him on even more. Before I knew it, I was unbuttoning his shirt while he was unclasping my bra.

And, yeah. I think you know what happens from there.

Until next time,
Gx

Sorry the verb tenses are off.

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