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Summary:
My name is Elsa Lillian, I'm 21, and a virgin when it comes to a topic called love. The idiot God paired me with has a first-crush-elementary-school-boy syndrome, and we're a recipe for misunderstanding predicaments and disaster. If you ask me to describe love, I'll tell you it's an intangible object you wish you can strangle. Because in reality, love is messy and awkward from the moment you lock gaze to a dog pile of tangled limbs. The funny thing is, I wouldn't trade our discombobulated love for anything else.
April 22
Dear Diary:
Is this how I should address you? I feel a little ridiculous, but he gave me this diary/journal a week ago and I suppose I can use you to express myself. Starting off with introductions, my name is Elsa Lillian and currently I am 21 years old. My occupation: a graduate student and part time barista at the local Starbucks located just around the corner of Oaken Road and Burgess Street. It's coincidence, because my boss happens to be a tall, burly man, about his mid-thirty's, named after the road itself. Despite his intimidating appearance, he has always worn a smile on his face-and I've come to confide in him on a number of occasions. But I'll cover that story on another time. For now, I don't know what to name you yet (although I already addressed you as diary) but there's a message on one of those useless, intentional blank pages requesting me to name you something. He knows I have a creative mind-and I think the purpose of this notebook was a keepsake for these blundering plot bunnies.
I keep mentioning him, and you're probably wondering who I'm implying. After all, his signature will be tattooed here for eternity-just like our friendship. I hope we'll still be friends even when we grow older… Can I tell you a secret? (I know I feel stupid for writing that sentence, but it feels refreshing to write rather than repeat things verbally.) When I'm around him I feel different. I can't explain it, but physically my heart suddenly stops arbitrarily then it resumes. It kind of scares me. I think I'm having heart problems. Then there's this queasy, unsettling sensation when I'm around him, like I can't stop fidgeting. He is a stranger after all, and his background is alien to me. But he keeps showing up at the coffee shop every Wednesday afternoons at exactly 5 pm and always orders Vanilla Bean Frappuccino-regardless it being a cold day. Then he would wear this innocent, goofy-looking half grin on his face after he pays and states a stranger's name. I knew he was trouble, even his innocent face couldn't trick me completely-and it's vexing that he's the same age as me.
I'm suppose to tell you his name right? His name is-Shit. He's here again. 5 o'clock. On the dot as usual. I'll have his frap ready after Oaken finishes taking Belle and Ariel's order. I'm baffled actually… that Oaken still has difficulty recognizing frequent customers and their order. I'll just beat him to the punch. Again.
~Note to self: Find a name for this notebook soon!~
A/N:
We're going to back my origins! What do you think started me for writing stories?
Hehehe... *shining glint dances in said brown eyes*
If you need a hint: it's the story itself.
How frequent will I update the story?
Another hint? It's mentioned in the story. Same with the time; set at PDT.
And yes, this will be a weekly submission. I've already pre-set the next release for next week. So cross your fingers we'll finish this in the next couple/several months!~