dear diary | shefani

Entry Ten

Entry Ten

Dear Diary,

I like taking things slow, actually.

Today was a really good day for me. I went to Blake's house today and helped him unpack. I know, it sounds boring, but I actually had a good time. As we unpacked boxes, we got to know each other a little better.

"What's your favorite color?" I ask him.

He thinks about it for a moment. "Green. What's yours?"

"I guess blue," I shrug. "Maybe pink."

It was the little questions that made our time enjoyable. For once, small tal wasn't unbearable.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" he asks me.

"A singer," I respond quickly.

"Same!" he smiles. "That's cool. What genre?"

"Well, I'm in a ska/rock band, so I guess I'd stick with that," I say. "Though, if I go solo, I'll probably go with pop music."

He nods. "That's really cool."

I smile. "What about you?"

"Country, obviously," he grins.

I roll my eyes, jokingly. "I should've known."

"So, about your rock band," he begins. "Do you guys play gigs, or do you just play for yourselves?"

"We play gigs," I answer. "Anaheim's got some pretty hard competition. We get what we can."

"That's the problem with the music industry," Blake sighs. "It's extremely competitive."

"Did you play any gigs back in Oklahoma?" I ask.

"Only a few," he replies. "I mostly did shows for my town. Everyone in Ada is pretty close, 'ya know? We would all gather around and start drinking and singing to Dolly Parton."

I giggle. "That sounds fun."

His smile fades. "Yeah, it was."

By the look on his face, I can tell he missed home. Or, I guess his old home, now. Moving from Oklahoma to California seems like a big move. Apart of me wonders why his family moved here in the first place. I haven't noticed a dad yet. Maybe that has something to do with it?

"I'm sorry you miss home so much," I say with a sad smile on his face.

Blake looks at me, knowingly. "It's aright. Hey, I know you now, so that's pretty cool."

I can't help but chuckle. "Wow, thanks, Cowboy. I'm pleasured."

"No problem," he smirks.

The day pretty much went on with us playfully bickering. I met his sister, Endy, who's a sophomore this year. I keep seeing pictures of this boy, who looks a little older than Blake. It couldn't possibly be his dad, he looks to young.

Turns out, Blake is a really nice guy. I know it's not my business, but I can't help but wonder about his family life. I'm not saying anything's wrong- I'm just curious.

Until next time,
Gx