Kära Dagbok,
Did I ever tell you…that I love Eduard? Eduard von Bock. I love that manboy. He's smart and nice and attractive and totally reserved. Doesn't want sex or anything, it's cute. Sometimes, he comes off as a prude, but after all the time I've spent with him during his tutoring sessions (every day, after school until 5 at his house, Raivis and I walk there together); I know he's just reserving himself for when he gets married. It's so sweet.
He was a little bit older than I was; maybe five or six years older, and Mama had asked him to tutor me in math and science because I was failing them. I feel bad inside because I'm dating his brother, Raivis, and I love that boy dearly –he's adorable and sweet and still a little dirty on the inside under that shy exterior. It's also a bit weird for me considering that Eduard's brother, Toris, has a son in my grade named Fantome…I don't know, it just weirds me out a little.
Anyway, Raivis and I were spending the evening together in his front yard when I saw Eduard…riding in on his majestic Mochi Horse Beast.
The sunset behind him obscured part of his face, but that made him all the more attractive in my book…too bad he was dating that one lady, Natalya Arlovskaya…to be honest I was a little jealous of her. She was too violent for him! He'd come back to their house covered in bruises but with this goofy grin on his face.
It was then, while I was totally immersed in thoughts of how awesome Eduard looked atop that beast with those bangs and those glasses and green eyes, that Raivis stuck a hand under my shirt and fondled my breast and I did not approve. This wasn't the first time something like that had happened, either. He tried to get into my pants when we went to the movies to watch The Avengers. I mean, seriously? I was trying to admire how sexy Thor looked on the screen; he always was one of my favorite Norse Gods.
There was this other time when we went to a music festival and he pulled me aside to tell me he loved me, expecting me to allow him into my pants. Those things are mine. I bought them during the one time my parents let me go with them on a business trip to Paris. Nobody touches them except me and Mama. Not Raivis, not Feil, not Papa; only me and Mama.
Anyway, he keeps trying to get into my pants, I can't take it anymore. I was kind of raised on that principle idea of "no sex until marriage" and I plan to keep it like that. So, tomorrow, I'm going to have to talk to Raivis about this and tell him that we're over. It was a good run –almost a year, but I cannot tolerate him wanting sex all the time anymore.
Mama wants me to help him around the house now, so I'll have to continue writing about my Baltic Boy Crisis tomorrow ;)
Hola~
Okay, I know this is short, please don't kill me, friends! I've had a long week of art! I spent a total of 6 hours (3 last night, 3 this afternoon) on a tiny piece of paper finishing off my home project for IB Art which I neglected for a good long time.
Oh, yes! I've been asked to explain IB a lot so I'll just do it here if you're one of those non-members of FanFiction who are sitting there saying "WHAT'S IB?!" IB stands for International Baccalaureate and was originally set up as a way for children around the world to have the same education standards; that means that me in little old Northwestern America get to learn the same types of material as a person in, say, Iceland. (One of my teachers visited an IB School in Iceland, she's Icelandic.)
Also, allow me to explain some of my decisions for this chapter:
So first order of business, Estonia and Belarus...they're together because of age. I realized when I was writing this that I couldn't have Estonia and Ukraine be together (because they are adorable together) and then have Omi crushing on Estonia, that would be kind of gross since in Feil I already established that Ukraine was coming along in years...so I went with the next best thing and used Belarus. Don't kill me, please. Please, don't.
Second, Latvia. I wanted him to be shy on the outside buy once you got to know him, he turned into a cute, little perverted boy. Anyone know those kids? I know one, he's a lovely child. Therefore, since Omi and him had been dating for a while, she had gotten to see his little pervert side. Make sense? (:
Hopefully, you aren't upset about those decisions, if you are then I'm sorry. Really.
Translations:
Kära Dagbok = Dear Diary in Swedish
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