Dear Diary,

Andy was right. Will asked me out today. It was in between one of our classes. I loved the moment, the feeling. I'll tell you everything. I feel like a girl and her best friend gossiping. There is only one problem. Your not real.

He walked up to me and confessed. He told me of when we were five. The third and sixth grade. He remembered each event. He actually cares. He actually cares. He got down on one knee, looked straight at my grey eyes and said, "Do you want to go out with me?".

I heard gasps and sighs all around us. I heard girls saying, "So romantic!" And boys giving shouts, "Go get her player! Whoo!"

I was tearing up. I smiled and brushed his hair out of his eyes.

"Get up." I said.

I heard gasps of disappointment all around us. Will looked up his eyes full of hurt as he rose to his feet.

"Your a great guy." I said. "Your strong, good looking, kind, athletic."

Will's gaze drifted away from mine and he started at the floor.

I gently lifted his face up.

"And that's why," I said. "I would love to go out with you."

Will's smile broke out. He lifted me up in air, by the waist. I heard claps and shouts and whistles of approval all around us.

When Will finally brought me back down, I threw my arms around him, my eyes tearing up. I took his hand, and we ran to science as the bell rang.

I'm smiling like crazy,Diary. What's wrong with me?

With all the love in the world,

Rosie