As I remembered Dan falling asleep next to me, I smiled, grabbing my glasses and rolling over to see his resting face, only to find with surprise and anguish that he was gone. My grin immediately vanished, replaced with a grimace at myself; at how stupid I'd been to think that he'd actually ever stay in this place wi...
On August 17, 2008, a diary that I had been writing over the course of the summer traveled from my hands into the hands of Mike Shinoda of Linkin Park. This is a fiction written about that diary.
"I loved his mouth; his thin pink lips that so often curled up at the corners to reveal his amazing pearly whites. The same lips that whispered my name softly while those wonderful teeth grazed my earlobe on drunken nights at friends’, when he wanted to get my attention to take him home to bed. My stomach clenched at...