The Youth House[BoyxBoy] & [BoyxGirl]

Chapter 4

**Tina**

I have a diary now. Well, obvi, If i'm writing in it right now, teehee. I'm Tina, and people say I'm CRAZY. I have no clue what to write about..... BLAH BLAH BLAAAHH.

Later

I'm laying in bed doing my homework when I hear some noise in the hall. Very quietly I get up and poke my head out the door. I see Sydnee and August laughing.

That's right! They just got back from their date! Cuuuute! I watch a bit longer until I see him kiss her on the cheek. I have to go back into my room to contain my giant "AWWW"! They are so cute.

My excitement diminishes. I bite my lip. Could Roger and I have been that happy? I quickly get rid of that thought. I do not love Roger, or like him. He's weird. And that's saying something, because I'm the weirdest person ever.

I think I just got that thought because I feel bad for him, but this Blaine guy seems nice. Roger likes him.  I'm glad, but sad. He just met Roger and he's already gotten further than any of us have in ten years. I go back to doing my useless, boring homework.

**Blaine**

Monica gave me a diary. Does this mean I'm officially part of the family? Yaay! I'm so thankful that this family adopted me with open arms.... well not literally, because I'm still sick. The only one that doesn't seem to care is Roger. He doesn't seem too care about anything.  I feel bad for him. I feel an immence need to help him, heal him. I'm going to work at his hard shell and see what I can do.

Later

Roger enters the room just as I'm waking up. I've been bed-ridden for 3 weeks now. I'm happy to say I'm feeling better.

Anyway, Roger looks my way and I smile.  He gives me a half smile as he brings me some tea. He sits on the edge of my bed and looks away.

"I need to talk to you," I say. I'm tempted to reach up a touch his cheek so he will look at me, but I decide against it. He doesn't turn towards me at first, a hurt look crosses his face, he knows what I'm going to ask.

"Please." I manage. He turns too look at me, he looks suprisingly brave, and my heart gives a little tug. "Okay." he says simply. I hold back from dropping my jaw. He must trust me. "I want to know everything," I start, "Why you're so miserable, why you seem too hate human interaction, why you won't open up. Just why everything... "  

I finish and I'm taken aback when a tear spills from his gentle green eyes. This guy must of been through so much.  I wince at the thought of him in pain as a child. "I-I-I..." he stammers and throws his hand to his mouth and runs out of the room. I guess he isn't ready yet.

 "Shit" I mumble as I run after him.