A/N: Omg! :D Thank you for the reviews, favorites, and story alerts :) It made my day! So all of my love goes out to you guys :D Anyhoo, here's chapter 2.
Dear Diary,
Oh. My. God. I know I was the one who suggested we do this, and I left it up to you to pick out a diary, but couldn't you have gotten anything better? Maybe gone to another store, or just settled for a composition book? Okay, whatever. I'm over it now. Jesus, flowers? Really, Kyle? Sorry, now I'm over it.
Wait, so you think my laugh is 'entrancing'? That's quite an interesting statement. Well apparently you haven't heard yourself laugh...obviously. You don't even laugh. You giggle, like a little girl or something. Actually, now that I think about it, you kind of look like a girl too. Especially that one time when your conformist, traitor friend Marsh put you in his sisters dress and made you go to the dance with him. I didn't go to it, but I saw that one girl, Bebe I think, looking at the pictures on facebook. The pictures were...interesting to say the least. To be honest, I didn't even know it was you until I started trying to remember when a female ginger started coming to our school. Then I got a better look. I guess you could say I was surprised. Which, according to you, is a hard emotion to get out of me.
You know, this diary thing will work better if you start being a little more open and emotional. And until you do that, I refuse to say anything personal in here. You told me that there was something bothering you, right? Well, what is it? I'm not going to tell you my secret until you tell me yours.
And by the way, stop calling me Red. I haven't used that name since middle school, when I stopped hanging out with the goths...
Signed,
Dylan
