Dear Diary,
Today, Mommy brought me back home from Kevin's house, and I might've broke out of the apartment while she was at Pentatonix rehearsal. In my defense, I just wanted to see my crush.
I ran down the fire escape and into the room that my crush lived in.
"Hi," I barked at her.
"What are you doing?"
"I just wanted to see you."
"Aww, you're sweet." She thinks I'm sweet! She thinks I'm sweet!
"I brought some peanut butter, if you want some." I nudged the container with my snout.
"I LOVE peanut butter, how'd you know?" She loves peanut butter! I love peanut butter!
"Lucky guess,"
"So, humans, am I right?"
"I know right, why can't they be simple, like us."
At that moment, we heard a door open. My heart stopped. What if she found me? What if she blamed it on Kirstie?
"Marcy, come give momma some sugar!" The woman yelled, getting closer to the room.
Marcy (my crush) nudged her head towards the bed. I ran underneath it just in time. The woman opened the door and picked Marcy up and kissed her.
(1 hour later)
Once Marcy's mommy left the room. I hopped up onto the window, and sprinted up the fire escape to my apartment. I was greeted by a not-so-happy Pascal.
"Where were you? When Mommy got home, I had to chew up the sofa, so she wouldn't notice you were gone." Pascal barked at me.
"Sorry, but you know that one girl I like? Well, I was at her apartment. Turns out, her name's Marcy."
"Oh my god! I ship it! Orcy or Molaf?"
"And guess what?"
"What?"
"She likes peanut butter, too!"
"Oh my god! You guys were made for each other!"
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Diary of Olaf
RomanceA series of Olaf Maldonado's diary entries. (New entry everyday)