~Not-So Dear Diary~ [Klance]

The Notebook

[Entry Number 1]
How do I do this,,,,,,
Not-So Dear Diary,
God, why am I writing this? I could just use this notebook to sketch or draw or... I don't know, anything but this diary nonsense. Well, let me sum this up. Next week is my birthday, and my brother Shiro and his boyfriend Adam got me an early gift: This red notebook. Shiro told me that he wanted me to use it as a diary, since I don't like to talk about my feelings and share them, he says writing is a good way to cope with... well, everything, as he says. He even told me that he used to have a diary too. But I'm turning 17 next week, I'm not a little kid anymore!! Ugh enough, I'm tired.

Keith slammed the notebook's cover shut and looked at it. On the back, with swirling letters, Adam's handwriting read:
"From deep within our hearts, with hope that it'll be of help. ~Adam and Shiro."
He chucked the notebook to his worktable and threw himself face first onto the bed and groaned. He was really tired, but he knew there was no way the could fall asleep so fast. It was only 11:34 PM?? Like, no way in hell. He lay down on his bed and closed the light. He just lay down for a while, staring at the dark ceiling, as his eyes adjusted to the dark. Then, his phone buzzed. It was a notification from Instagram, about a live video or something. He picked up his phone and started to surf the internet. This went on and on, 12 PM, 1 AM, 2 AM, until his eyes slowly closed and he drifted asleep, phone in hand.