short story 1: christmas morning

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as soon as ethan left the room, i began to write in my new journal that he bought me. i figured id at least write something while he was making breakfast.

emma's diary entry #1:

im not gonna start off with some stupid "dear diary" shit. kinda hate that. but it's christmas morning. ethan got me this journal so i can "write down all my feelings". assuming he's gonna read it sooner or later so...hi i love you ethan. you're the best boy-

ethan walked into my bedroom with a cup of coffee and a stack of blueberry pancakes.

"oh my god i love you" i said.

he smiled at me with his stupid smirking face that he knows i love and sat down on the bed next to me.

"what're you writing there?" he asked.

"nothing you need to know..." i said mysteriously.

"oh give me the damn book" he said smiling, and then jumped on top of me to try and wrestle it from my hands.

"ethan! no!" i yelled as he tickled me to try and make me let go of it.

he finally got ahold of my book and began reading it. when he found something he liked, he smiled and began to imitate me.

"i love you ethan," he said twirling his long hair around his finger and speaking in a high raspy voice, "you're so cute-"

"I DID NOT SAY THAT" I said pushing his bare chest forward and laughing.

"i love you too, emma" he said, with the morning rasp still in voice.

"good" i said smiling.

"good" he said.

he bent down to kiss me and i let him. best. christmas. present. ever.

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