AN: I hope you guys enjoy this, this is my first time writing something like this. All mistakes are mine, I haven't found a beta yet.

Dear Journal,

They say when you find your soul mate, it's love at first sight. Well, it didn't really work out that well for me. The first time I saw him, I was only eight years old. I didn't really understood the feelings back then. I just assumed it was just being excited from going to the North Pole and finding out that my dad was the new Santa. After that, I couldn't help but think about Bernard, the head elf. I would constantly write letters for him, even though I would never send them. I would put the letters along with pictures I drew of him in a box under my bed.

Four winters later, my father took me to the North Pole with him. It was then that I really understood the feelings that I had for him. It wasn't that hadn't been excited about everything back then, yeah it was part of it, but it was because, I... I loved Bernard. I did whatever I could to avoid him, I didn't want to scare him if he didn't feel the same about me.

But, here I am again, I'm fifteen years old, and I'm back at the North Pole with my father. Not that I don't mind being up here, I love being here. But, I don't know how to tell Bernard how I feel about him.

Charlie sat his pen down, as someone knocked on his door. "Just a second," he shouted, he slammed his journal shut, then hid it under his bed. Once it was hidden, he quickly walked to the door then opened in. The person on the other side took his breath away. "Be...Bernard."

"Charlie, I was hoping I could talk to you for a minute." Bernard said, in a flat tone.

"Sure, what's up?" Charlie stuffed his hands in his pocket, to keep himself from fidgeting.

"Have I done something to you, to make you mad? Whenever you're up to visit, you do whatever you can to avoid me. You won't look at me, won't talk to me, you won't even say a simple good morning." Bernard hesitated a second, then continued. "If I did something, please let me know."

Charlie stood their shocked, unable to think of something to say. "No...it... I...Look, it's not you, it's me." Great, I'm using one of those stupid lines from a movie. "I just... I need..."

"BERNARD!" Curtis yelled from the other side of the house.

"COMING CURTIS." Bernard glanced over at Charlie, I'll talk to you later, I have to go." Without waiting for Charlie to reply, Bernard hurried out of the room.

"I'm so stupid," Charlie mumbled under his breath, as tears filled his eyes. He threw himself on his bed, tears quickly soaked his white pillow

TBC