Dedication: hattiebirchinall thank you so much for your comments and votes! :) xo
Reply Entry #13
Dear Hazel,
I'm so damn curious about who MalefiKen are. I'm not sure I like Maleficent at this point, but I'm trying not to judge her without knowing her. Ken however, sounds like an awesome guy, if only he wasn't lying to whoever it is. But from your interaction with him in English, he seems cool.
Even if said interaction with him made me the teeniest bit jealous. I know, it's stupid. I just want to know you, is all.
Enough about me though.
YOUR POEM IS FREAKING INCREDIBLE. I don't know how you think that it is anything but amazing. You'll definitely get an A+ with words like that. I'm so proud of you. Is that weird? The fact that I can feel such pride over someone I don't know?
In a way, I feel as I do know you. It just happens to be for the wrong reasons. The guilt in my chest for reading your diary is strong, but I'm too drawn in to stop.
I know that makes me a bad person, and I'm sorry.
Should I even be writing these replies when I have no right to? I'm an idiot.
Bye
The guy had a point. He did read my diary without permission. He stole it and invaded my privacy, to which I already didn't have much of.
I'm in conflict about the whole situation. Because I'm annoyed, but I'm also happy that he's written to me and wants to get to know me. I just wish this hadn't happened because of a diary.
"What's up, Little Rascal? Why the frown?" Lifting my eyes to the bathroom door, I catch only a glimpse of Liam before he's right next to me. I make sure to close the notebook quickly so that Liam can't read what's in it.
"Just a bit confused at the moment I guess," I shrug, leaning my head onto his shoulder, "And I haven't heard that nickname in a while." Liam just laughs, shaking his head.
It's true, he hasn't called me 'Little Rascal' much the last month or so. I kind of miss it.
"Want to talk about it?" Liam asks, leaning his head on mine.
Thinking about his proposal, I shrug again, "I don't know."
"Well, if you do, I'm always here for you. Just as I'm sure Hunter is." Maybe it's just me, but his last statement sounded very suggestive.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Me, being the curious being that I am, lifts my head off Liam's shoulder to give him a questioning glance.
His blue eyes widen before he jumps up, "Nothing, I'm just going to go now."
"Li-" But by the time I even begin to speak, he's already bolted from the bathroom, leaving me to put away the white notebook. Trying to come up with the perfect place to stash it is sort of harder that I thought it would be.
Where could I put it that won't be easy to find? I don't want any random person to come across it like they did with my diary.
Under the mattress.
No one will find it there - well, unless they are purposely being nosy.
After I have safely hid it away, I go in search for a Hunter Ryan.
"There you are!" I call when I exit out the back door, to the backyard. Hunter turns quickly at my voice and grins. Suddenly he starts running up to me - black skinny jeans and all. I squeal as he wraps his arms around me, successfully lifting me up off the ground and turning. "Hunter, let me down!"
Spinning in a circle, he looks up at my face and giggles. "No."
"Please." I pout.
I see his eyes flicker down to my lips, before he slides me down slightly. Once my face is right in front of him, he leans forward and presses his lips against mine softly.
Butterflies. Oh, the cheese.
Keeping his lips to mine, he places me on the ground, giving my arms freedom. As soon as my feet touch the ground, my hands go up to grip the back of his neck as his rest on my hips.
"I need to talk to you." I say, moving away from the spontaneous kiss.
Hunter's eyebrows furrow, and if I'm not mistaken, his light green eyes look worried, "Sure."
I smile reassuringly, taking his hand in mine and leading him to sit down on the outside deck. Our deck - or porch as others refer to it as - is wooden, with mahogany paneling. No uses it that much anymore. Dad and I used to sit out here with some tea, and just talk about life for a couple hours. I miss our talks. I miss my dad. Was sending him away really a good thing? Maybe he just made a mistake and completely regrets everything. He loves us. Me. I know he does, he's just jaded.
That's all it is. It's all I can think it is. After all those years of being close to him, I can't believe that he actually hates me.
"You okay?" I feel a large hand cover my one that's holding Hunter's, and look up to see his eyes fixated on me. And it wasn't until he asked that I noticed I have a tear strolling down my cheek.
"Oh, yeah, just thinking about memories I have with Dad here. I'm okay." I rub my free hand over my cheek to dispose of the sadness, and give Hunter another reassuring smile, ignoring his obvious concern. "Anyway, I want to talk to you about us."
"Is there an us?" He asks quietly, gliding his thumb over my knuckles, focusing his eyes on the action.
"That's what I want to discuss." I laugh.
"Okay. What do you want?"
"You, I want you. I want to be with you, Hunter. And I'm hoping you want the same thing."
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Ello, ello <3
See, this is what I do instead of school work XD I need to get out of this habit.
So, the competition for TDOH is over. Closed. Finished. Finito.
I'll be announcing 3rd place in the next entry - whenever that entry will be :) <3
I'm quite busy this weekend with birthday plans and production, so I don't know when the next update will be. I would have updated on the Friday before my weekend gets busy because I would have a study period last, BUT I have a University open day to attend. I'm going to try write tomorrow (Thursday) but I won't probably update until next week or Sunday at the earliest.
QOTC: What's your favourite memory? (You don't have to share it <3)
MA: I have too many to choose 1 favourite. But one of my favourite memories would be singing with my Nana as she played guitar when I was younger x
- Chloe x
P.S. WE REACHED #80 RANK IN SHORT STORY WHAT :o Thank you so much!
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Short Story|| The Sequel to 'The Diary Of Hazel' || Highest Rank: #12 Short Story, #2 Journal || Hazel Bradley has been through a lot and wrote it all down into her diary. What happens when someone reads it and in return, writes their own diary as a reply. A...
