My Little Gay Crush

Part 2- Dear Diary,

   "Dear Diary,

     Your someone sweet, and cute, your name is Millie Mae Nash... I've been fool enough to fall into the trap most people call love. But Millie, i was lucky enough to fall into YOUR trap. I've had feelings for you for a while, Millie, and i dont want to hide them anymore, but i dont know how to tell you either....

   Would you even like me? Someone like ME? I'm your best friend, i doubt you'd want me to be your girlfriend. Millie, you are as beautiful as Aphrodite, as crafty as McGyver, and as sweet as a pastry. Your everything i could ever ask for.... everything i ever WANT to ask for.

   Millie, i love YOU, when you put yourself down, my heart breaks in two. You are wonderfull in every way, your beautiful, kind, understanding, your my dream girl Millie.

  And honestally, i'd be honored to be your girlfriend.

                                                                 So Millie.... Will you be MY girlfriend?

                                                                                              Love you,

                                                                                                     Lyla."

   I ripped the page out of my journal, and stuffed it in my backpack. Who knew, maybe one day i'd decide to actually give it to her... better to have it on hand.

  Putting the journal on my nightstand, i turned off my light, and officially went to sleep.

  I woke up to my alarm clock ringing "Girls/Girls/Boys" By" Panic! At The Disco.

  I sulkily turned off my alarm, and headed for my tiny closet (About the width of a average sized bookshelf), and pulled out a black hoodie, black skirt, rainbow thigh high socks, and black high top converse. I grabbed my backpack, and lanyard before heading to the kitchen.

  "Hey, Honeybun!" My Mom said, walking twords me with pancakes, and a hug.

I hugged her, and, taking the pancakes, i went to the table to sit next to my Dad (Engulfed into the most recent news paper crossword), and my 13 year old sister, Brianna (Engulfed in her Pre-Algebra homework)

  "Need any help Bri?" I asked my little sister, as my Mom sat down, with a fresh plate of food for her and Brianna.

  "Um... Yeah, actually.... whats X ?" Brianna asked.

I looked at her paper, ad saw my least favorite thing of all, finding X...

Like, COME ON, why can't the teacher TELL US what X is? Like, they already know X, so why do we have to figure it out? HUH!?

"Sorry Bri, ask Dad." I sighed, leaving my pancakes un-touched, and headed for the door.

"Car keys!" My mom reminded me.

I grabbed my keys off a hook on the door, and went to go pick up Millie.

  Millie.....