Note: This document is might be slightly shorter then the others. But I'm not sure. Also note Max's Diary consisted of a hint of Mylan. Sorrryyy -PartyLikeAMutant (This story will NOT end it Mylan.)
Dylan's POV
After we got home from the beach it was about six. The Flock seperated to their rooms like they always did, which left me in the living room. I started to panic, Max's diary was in my pocket when I went swimming, it's going to be ruined! I quickly whipped out the diary.
Water proof.
Thank god.
I opened to the second page ad started to read again.
Dear Diary,
I've been thinking about it and I'm going to name you Dylan. So here it goes.
Dear Dylan,
I realize your name is slightly ironic, but I love the name Dylan. So, just get over it. Today Fang tried kissing me again and I ran. I'm not entirely sure why, something just didn't feel right. I mean I really like...
A drop of water screwed up the word. What happened to being water proof?
But I like...(Another water drop.) better. Maybe it's just those stupid teenage hormones messing with my head. Well Dylan, I'm going to bed now. Don't wait up. -Max
I let out a little chuckle and flipped the page.
Dear Dylan,
When I made this Diary I promised myself not to make it sappy. But I'm afraid that's exactly what's going to happen. Rather if it's this entry or later, I can sense my hormones creeping up on me. Little devils. Today, Dylan kissed me for the first time.
Finally something about me.
It was different. Not like Fang's kisses. Dylan's lips were softer and more caring, when he kissed me I didn't want to pull away, I wanted time to freeze so we were stuck in that moment forever- Ah. See. Cue hormones. Whatever Dylan, it's not like anyone is going to actually read you, right?
Wrong, I thought slyly.