Dear Diary,

I'm currently sitting on a bench, watching a bunch of snobby rich people entering the Starfall Gala. One of the biggest events of the year. And by watching, I mean listening to the overwhelming amount of paparazzi yelling, "Sir!" or ''Miss!" and then proceeding to take a picture. Man. I'd kill to be like them. To be as rich and famous. So I can-

"I am currently here live at the Starfall Gala!"

I look up. Great. A news crew. 

"The Starfall Gala is one of the biggest events of the year! Held by the one and only Charles Edmonton Oakden Ludwig Jr. Of Playtime Industries! But now, both the company and the responsibility of the Starfall are being taken over by his nephew, the extraordinary Gentleman Penniworth, and his business partner, the even more eggceptional comedian, Mr. Egg!!!"

As soon as he said that, applause and clapping immediately filled my ears. I sighed. I'm sitting at a bench near the bar which is near the place the stupid dance is taking place. But.. That name.. Mr. Egg. Do I know that from somewhere? I think about it for a while and put my diary down.

I sighed

 While I'm doing this, better introduce myself. Hehe. Well, My name Mr Cheese.

A/n: Yeah, had to make him say it.

I grew up a relatively normal childhood, then realized I was gay. Whoop di do. It was a big thing back then, but now I hardly notice it. I didn't immediately vogue my way into the nearest gay bar and started banging boys left and right. I just thought, 'Oh I'm gay.' And didn't make a big deal out of it. My parents were cool when I told them. So were my friends.

Mother, Captain, Mr. Egg-

Oh! That's where I heard the name from! Duh! He was my friend in middle school! But then... He.. Moved away. And this is what he's doing now, huh? Ugh, he's probably as pretentious as the other-

"Mr. Cheese?"

"Huh?" I look up at the mysterious voice who said that and I find a tall woman (Well, tall to me, I'm famously short) with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a cyan colored blouse and a skirt.

I recognized her the instant I saw her.

"Mother?" I blurt out.

"That's me!" Mother would say. 

"Oh my god, how are you doing?" I asked. 

"I'm doing great! How about you?" 

"I'm-"
We were suddenly interrupted by a barrage of applause. I sighed, "You wanna take this reunion somewhere else?"

Mother smiled. "Of course!"
And off we went, down the streets of the city of lights.

"So, how's your life doin'?" I ask her.

"Oh y'know, same old same old," She answered. "Except... I have a family now! A... fantastic husband and kids!"

My eyes lit up. "Can I pleeeeeeeseeeee see pics?!?"

"Of course!" She started scrolling through her phone and shows me a pic of two sandy haired boys, one a bit younger than the other. They were so cute!

And I told her exactly that.

"Aww, thanks!" She says. "Got any questions about em?"

I take a deep breath.

"How old are they? Whatre there names? Can I please meet them? How's their dad like?? What are their names? Can I meet them? What do they like? Can I pleeeeeeseee meet them!??" I ask at a rapid fire pace.

"Calm your horses! They're names are Timmy, and Fra-"

She stops.

"Timmy and Fra?" I ask confused. She's staring ahead, so I turn and see....

Cheese Louise. There were two kids sitting on the bench, both asleep. They were drenched wet, Probably because it rained earlier.

"Who are they?"

"I don't know."

We slowly walk up to them as a million thoughts rush into my head. who were they? Did they have parents? If they did, then why were they here? This area was where the rich people live, not where 19 year olds fall asleep at a bus stop.

Mother taps them on the shoulder.

"H-hello?"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnndddddd that's where we'll end off! I'm sorry I returned to this book after months only to return with this miserable chapter. You probably hate it.

- John