I'm not normally the type of girl to write in a diary, especially about a guy I like, but then again I'm not normally the girl to be making goo-goo eyes at a guy either, and I've been doing that a heck of a lot lately. Apparently it's normal for a princess to fall in love with her hero, but I'm a president now. Do presidents still fall in love with their heroes? I guess so, but it still feels too girly for me. But I can't help it, I love him.
There, I've finally wrote that down. And it didn't hurt too much, but I'll probably come back and scribble it out later just in case someone reads through my diary. I don't trust anyone with my secrets, not even him. And of course I couldn't trust anyone with a big secret like this. It could get out and make everyone laugh at me. The big, bold president fell in love with a smelly hobo. But he's my smelly hobo. And he doesn't even smell that bad anymore!
What do I love about him, anyway? Is it his fluffy hair, his strong muscles, the way he's about as mature as I am? All of the above? I don't know for sure what it is about him but I do know that I love him more than I've ever loved anything before. I love him more than I love racing, and that's saying something.
Every day when the Random Roster Race is on, he's there on my president box to wave me off and then congratulate me with a hug when I win (which I always do). And then we go game-jumping. Once he took me to Tappers and everyone said he was bad for taking a little kid like me to a place like that. But I stood up for him. I said that I wouldn't have gone if I didn't want to go. He agreed that he wouldn't have been able to drag me there if I didn't want to go. And it was kind of my idea anyway.
Now I wanna kiss him and hug him and have him there to hold like a big teddy bear when I'm falling asleep. If that gets out, I'll be the laughing stock of my game! Sometimes I dance around my room and pretend I'm dancing with him. I don't think I've been caught doing that yet. And then I decided to start practising kissing on a picture of him. I always do that under the covers of my bed, though, so nobody can see me if they walk in.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love Ralph. He's so strong but so gentle around me. He wrecks a building on a daily basis but then when he comes to my game, he's so careful not to touch too many things in case he breaks them. He says he's no good at fixing things, but he's wrong- he fixed me, he fixed my game.
He makes me blush without even trying, so I hide my face in my hood. At least I don't have to hide my smile whenever he does something that makes me smile, which is all the time. He just sees me as his best friend but I see him as something way more than that. But should I act on it? If I say I like him, it might ruin our friendship. He might go back to acting awkward around me. They say that the best relationships are built on friendship, but if something goes wrong and we break up, it'll ruin our friendship. No, I have to tell him! What if it goes right? And this feeling won't go away if I do nothing about it. I guess if I just tear out these pages and push them under his door, he'll see them. And then he'll know. I'll do it now before I chicken out.
Ralph, all of this is true. I love you, my stinkbrain. My hero.
Woke up with this idea in my head. I guess it was inspired by the Lovestruck Derpy tumblr, which is simply adorable. It's just a sweet little jawbreaker oneshot, I don't intend to do anything with it. I realise that this is similar to In A Pickle but I love that oneshot too, it's so precious.
