[So uh... this was my friend's suggestion? Since there's a lot of fluff and angst coming I figured now is the best time to pitch this idea? He thought that you guys should record your reactions to these new updates...since I was telling him about how many reaction comments I get so why not. If any of you decided to do this, leave the link in a comment and I will 100% watch it, like it, comment, and love you, and so will my friend because I'm actually using his idea~ M'kay~ Heere you go, updates]

[How this works: There will be an opening to each diary entry and then a sort of flashback, however in reality Jeremy is reading Michael's version of the story while you all are reading the flashback version...if that makes sense? Okay well anyway, you'll get it]

Jeremy felt himself fizzle with excitement as he began his chapter...er...chapters?

Dear Diary...

There's this...wonderful guy...I just met him today...Oh who am I kidding? It's Jeremy. That's pretty obvious. What I mean by I just met him today is that I'm seeing him in a different light...so I lost my hoodie today, and turns out I had left it on the lower field during Running Day and guess who finds it? Those dicks that bully me! They drew dicks all over my blue hoodie...it sucked majorly. It was kinda' embarrassing cos' Jer found me...

[8th Grade Year]

Michael was curled up against a trashcan with his hand cupped over his face, sniffling as his eyes stung with tears, he choked out a small sob as he got kicked in the stomach, "Please!" Michael cried to the boys surrounding him, "It hurts!"

They just snickered and continued.

Michael let out a loud scream for help.

"Shut it Mell!" Hissed one of the boys, "You're in the back of the lower field, who's gonna' hear ya?"

The kid was right. Michael was screwed, so he held his knees to his chest and buried his face in there, hoping and spot they kicked wouldn't be lethal.

"Start drawin' on it, Dustin~" Snickered one of the boys.

The other, apparently named Dustin, held up Michael's blue hoodie.

"N-no! Please?" Michael sniffled.

"Aw, look Sam he's begging." Dustin made a pouty sound.

"You g-guys are dicks..." Michael muttered.

"What did you say Mell?" Andrew growled.

"N-Nothing!" Michael squeaked.

"I think he was givin' us a recommendation, Andrew!" Dustin began his work, to Michael's horror.

Michael let out a sigh of defeat, shutting his eyes tight and praying that at least he'd get out of here without any noticeable wounds, at least then his Ma' would believe his story that he just lost the blue-hoodie, nothing more.

Dustin then threw the hoodie towards Michael, "Try that on for size." He smirked.

Michael shook his head vigorously, "N-No thanks..."

"I said-"

"It's fine Dust, if it has no use we might as well throw it away." Sam shrugged.

Dustin nodded in agreement and began to throw the hoodie into the trash.

Michael let out a small whimper of protest.

Sam glared at him, "This is your own fault Mell." He hissed.

Michael just let out another sigh and went back to his huddled position, prepared for the next blow. However, after several minutes there was no action took, when he looked up he saw that the two boys talking to someone, he took his hands away from his face, which had been covering his ears, and focused forwards to see none other than Jeremy.

Jeremy swallowed, "F-fuck off Dustin, you too Sam!" He hissed.

"Oh yeah, and what are you going to do about it, Jeremy?" Dustin snickered.

Jeremy let out a squeak and shut his eyes closed, swinging a punch forward blindly, however, he was surprised to hear a shriek of pain as Sam staggered backwards. Jeremy ran towards Michael and grabbed him by the hand, quickly dragging him up in this pocket of time they had, "Go! Go! We have to leave now!" Jeremy raced with Michael across the field, leaving the dumbfounded boys behind them...

...And then he grabbed my hand and raced across the field with me. And...for the first time...when I held his hand I felt light-headed and all I could focus on was the feeling...the feeling of his presence in my trembling hand and...whoah...shit...I mean, I knew I was gay but I didn't realize I was gay for Jeremy! ...As if I'll ever act on it though, honestly, it'd be weird for him and I don't want that...plus he's straight- I think, we've never really talked about that before. Well, if he was gay, or bi, or whatever, even if I knew that I'd still never confess unless someone's life was on the line...but...to think about us together? Ah geez I'm blushing so hard while I'm writing this it's embarrassing to myself. I want to keep this feeling though...it's nice...like someone cares...

Love, Michael <3

Jeremy could feel his heart beat racing when he finished that page, despite the darkness of the closet he knew his face was bright red, he could feel all the heat gathering on his cheeks and running through his entire body...and that was only the first bit... And then suddenly there was a shout from downstairs.

"Jer? Did you die or something?" Michael shrieked upstairs, too lazy to get up.

"Y-yeah." Jeremy responded, scrambling out of the closet and gently closing it behind him. He looked down at the book, he gripped it tensely, debating his next actions very carefully.

"Well are ya' coming or not?" Michael continued.

"I-I'll be down there in a sec Micha!" Jeremy yelled back nervously, he knew he'd regret this.

Jeremy then proceeded towards his backpack and pack the book away.

//Author's Note: So heEres how I've decided to do this, I'll slip a diary entry in heEre and there :} Until Jeremy is finished with the book and then we'll see how this ends~ Will Jeremy get away with it...? So yeah you'll get these entries every now and then~