Dear Diary,
I woke up this morning feeling a bit sore and happy. I looked over at Johnny and he was really red. I didn't think it was as bad last night. I got out of bed and went to get the after sun for Johnny. I sat on the bed and whispered into Johnny's ear.
'Babe, you're a bit burnt. I'm putting some after sun on you. Be warned, it might be a bit cold.' Johnny let off a little noise, sounding like 'K'. I gently squeezed some of the after sun onto his chest, and he let of a manly scream.
'Ah, that's cold.' He said
'It's been in the fridge,' I told him. 'Now are you going to let me help your or not?' I asked. Johnny just nodded his head. I gently rubbed it in, after I did his chest, I did his arms and face. When I did his face, I gave him a cheeky kiss.
'Can I get up now?' Johnny asked jokingly. I smiled and nodded. We made our way downstairs for breakfast. One of dad's friends was round.
'Morning Flo! You remember Tom don't you?' my dad asked.
'Morning dad. Hi Tom' I said. Tom was one of my dad's childhood friends. He doesn't live near us, he moved to London with my dad, before I was born.
'Who's this strapping young lad Flo?' Tom asked.
'Oh right, Johnny, Tom, Tom, Johnny.' They shook hands. I looked at Johnny. 'Tom is my dad's best friend' then I turned to Tom. 'Johnny is my childhood best friend/boyfriend'.
'Young love, isn't it sweet?' Tom joked. Johnny didn't know what to say or do.
'Dad, Johnny and I are going to be having a movie day if that's okay with you?
My dad nodded and we settled down to the sofa. We were too sore to do anything! We binge watched some tv shows and tried to watch films but we were so sore, we couldn't sit still long enough!
Nothing else happened apart from Johnny going home after staying at mine all weekend.
'Thanks for this weekend, had a fun time.' Johnny said.
'Me too.' I kissed him, and he kissed me back. 'See you tomorrow?' I asked.
'Yeah, see you tomorrow.
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Sorry this entry is so short. It's a diary entry so sometimes it'll be long and sometimes will be short
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Flo's Diary
Dla nastolatkówDear Diary, My name is Florence Stone, but you can call me Flo, I'd prefer it. I'm 17 Years old. I've decided to keep a diary as there are some things I would like to get off my chest, but I haven't got the courage to admit them to anyone, not even ...
