Bailey - September 21st
Layne is side-eyeing me from her bed. She thinks I’m going over notes, and hasn’t figured out this is my diary. If she does, I’m so cooked. There's a hundred percent chance she’ll steal it and read every single entry while I’m asleep, and as much as I love her, some thoughts are private.
Like how much I miss Leon. I miss the way he nibbles his lip ring when he’s thinking. I miss his laugh. I miss the way he calls me Firefly. I miss his lips. His body.
We’ve only seen each other once since classes started. It was really sweet… He took me to this cozy Italian restaurant near campus. A “proper date,” as he called it.
We couldn’t do much more than kiss goodbye afterwards. I wasn’t in the mood to introduce him to Layne, plus he had to get back for an early class. Still kinda bummed though.
We decided that next time we hang out, we’re going to go back to their place (the house he and the guys are renting this year) and tell Jasper and Damon everything.
We’re both ready… Well, him more than me.
Having my brothers know my business in that way is super weird.
It’s bad enough that I know what they’re up to with the girls they snuck into the house all summer.
But it’s time… if Leon and I are going to have a future together, our family needs to know.
Oh no… She’s calling Clay. They’re probably going to fight again. I can’t deal.
Yup, she’s already getting loud.
God, this is going to go on for hours. Maybe I should escape to the library or something. I think it’s still open. Though knowing Layne, she’ll rope me into staying to analyze every word he said while barely letting me get a response in.
I just want to text Leon goodnight and pretend it’s still summer. Fantasy world and all that.