Danny POV
When David left to take a shower (we left for the tour in about an hour), I sneaked over to his pillow. I had seen him writing furiously in his journal, and he had hid it while I was coming in. It wouldn't hurt to just take a peek...
I pulled out the thick, and I mean i thicki, journal and opened it to the most recent page.
I read what he had written.
(A/N: I'm not a big fan of repeating, so I'm not writing what Gordo wrote over again)
I gasped as I closed it and slipped it under his pillow again. David said it was just a little crush. Well, he was wrong.
Man, he had the hots for Lizzie.
He had it bad.
Did he really think he'd get off that easily? I read his diary from when he started having a crush on her, way back in seventh grade. He had dumped Brooke Baker just because he liked Lizzie so much!
This was juicy.
I read about this dude Ronnie, and how he had broken her heart, how she had broken the head off of a statue, how her little brother had popped a football... whoa! This guy's life was complicated.
I read on and on. I read about a stunt during Monte Carlo Night, Lizzie being an advice columnist, Gordo almost asking her, out, and a kiss that was confessed as a 'friendship kiss'.
I slipped the journal back under the pillow and started watching TV, as David came out of the bathroom. I stared at him with wide eyes doubtfully. How come he had never told anyone about his messed-up life?
"You look like you just saw a five-headed cat." He said. "Everything okay?"
"Fine."
I decided not to tell him I had read his journal.
He'd have to figure out this one out on his own.
When David left to take a shower (we left for the tour in about an hour), I sneaked over to his pillow. I had seen him writing furiously in his journal, and he had hid it while I was coming in. It wouldn't hurt to just take a peek...
I pulled out the thick, and I mean i thicki, journal and opened it to the most recent page.
I read what he had written.
(A/N: I'm not a big fan of repeating, so I'm not writing what Gordo wrote over again)
I gasped as I closed it and slipped it under his pillow again. David said it was just a little crush. Well, he was wrong.
Man, he had the hots for Lizzie.
He had it bad.
Did he really think he'd get off that easily? I read his diary from when he started having a crush on her, way back in seventh grade. He had dumped Brooke Baker just because he liked Lizzie so much!
This was juicy.
I read about this dude Ronnie, and how he had broken her heart, how she had broken the head off of a statue, how her little brother had popped a football... whoa! This guy's life was complicated.
I read on and on. I read about a stunt during Monte Carlo Night, Lizzie being an advice columnist, Gordo almost asking her, out, and a kiss that was confessed as a 'friendship kiss'.
I slipped the journal back under the pillow and started watching TV, as David came out of the bathroom. I stared at him with wide eyes doubtfully. How come he had never told anyone about his messed-up life?
"You look like you just saw a five-headed cat." He said. "Everything okay?"
"Fine."
I decided not to tell him I had read his journal.
He'd have to figure out this one out on his own.