*Garroth's POV*
~10 Days Later~

Do you know what today is..?

It's September 28th! And that means...

Mine and Laurance's one month anniversary!

And, my parents are staying in our house. Fun times. But, I guess it's okay...

Because that means Laurance gets to stay in my room!

I rolled over in the bed, poking at Laurance's side. He groaned pulling the covers over his face. I rolled my eyes, chuckling softly.

"Laurance~" I sang quietly, poking him again.

"What is it?" He mumbled, turning to face away from me.

"Know what today is..?"

"The day you let me sleep in?"

I scoffed, sitting up. I flung myself backwards, laying on top of Laurance. He shuffled around, almost knocking me off of him.

"Know what the date is?"

"It's December 25th. Merry Christmas, babe," Laurance still had his eyes closed, but he looked over at me.

"No, you idiot!"

"Oh? Did I sleep in until February 14th? Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart! I love you!" Laurance exclaimed, sitting up.

He pecked a quick kiss on my lip, before falling backwards onto the bed. I rolled my eyes, resting my chin on his side.

"Try again..."

"Even further..? Uh...Happy Halloween..?"

"Missed it."

Laurance opened one eye, looking over at me. He smirked, sitting up. He ran his fingers through my hair, kissing me softly.

"I was just messing with you, Love. Happy one month anniversary," Laurance kissed me again, and I kissed back.

He moved his arms around my lower back, and pulled me closer to him. We released for a brief moment, but I kissed him again.

"GarGar!" My mother's voice called from outside the door, followed by a knock. "Can I come in?"

I pulled away from Laurance, jumping off the bed. "J-just a s-second, Mommy!"

I grabbed Laurance's hand, pulling him off my bed. He rose an eyebrow at me, cocking his head. "What?"

"Get in the closet!" I whisper-shouted.

"I don't wanna go back in there!" Laurance fake-whined, smirking at me.

"Get in my damn closet, Laurance," I glared at him, and he rolled his eyes.

"Fine, if you say so," Laurance held his smirk, strolling over to my closet.

"And throw me out a shirt, will ya?"

"But you look cute without it~" Laurance chirped, leaning against the door of my closet.

"Laurance!" I whisper-shouted once more.

"Alright, Love. Geez," Laurance reached into my closet, grabbing a random shirt.

He threw me a shirt, closing the closet door. I quickly threw on the shirt, darting over to my room door. I opened it up hastily, to see my mom in the doorway. She was dressed up nicely, and her black hair was pulled into a braid.

"Hey, Mommy, what's up?" I leaned against the doorway, running a hand through my hair.

"Oh, GarGar, I just came to tell you that your father and I are going to visit ZuZu. So, we'll be out for a while," Mom explained.

"Alright, that's fine," I smiled at her.

"Also, GarGar, do you know where Laurance is? I was just downstairs, but he wasn't there."

"O-oh, um... He probably went out to go buy some...groceries. Don't worry about it," I nervously chuckled, standing up straight.

"Alrighty, just asking. See you later GarGar, I love you~!" Mom sang, blowing me a motherly kiss.

She waved to me, walking off down the hallway. I closed the door, sighing to myself. I walked over to the closet, opening the door.

Laurance was leaned against the far wall, reading something. A smirk was plastered on his face. I cleared my throat, gaining his attention. His head shot up, and he quickly shut whatever he was reading.

"What was that?" I asked, leaning against the closet doorway.

"What was what?"

"What were you reading?" I pressed.

"N-nothing!" Laurance grinned, holding the object behind him.

I glared at him, storming over. I held my hands on my hips, narrowing my eyes. Laurance smirked, looking me up and down.

"Garroth, you look adorable when you're pretending to be mad at me~" Laurance cooed, kissing my cheek.

I balled my fists. "Laurance! I'm not pretending! What were you reading?!"

"I was just reading about how much you love me~"

"W-what..?" I felt heat rise up to my face, and I dropped my arms to my sides.

Laurance pulled out the object, waving it in front of me. It was a blue book, coated in stickers. My eyes widened, seeing 'Garroth' written out in glitter glue, on the front cover. I reached to grab it, but Laurance dangled it above his head.

"Laurance, this is not fair! Give it back!" I jumped up, trying to grab it. I failed, but tried more nonetheless.

"Please let me read a little bit!" Laurance batted his eyes, sticking out his bottom lip.

"No!"

"Please, Garroth! As an anniversary present!"

I growled, balling my fists. Laurance held his look, still keeping my dia-...my journal above his head.

"Fine! Whatever! But, only a little bit," I gave in.

"Thank you, Beautiful. I love you~"

"Oh, shut it," I rolled my eyes, leaning against one of the walls of the closet.

*Laurance's POV*

"Let's see here..," I muttered to myself.

I opened up Garroth's diary, reading a random page. I pointed with my finger, mumbling the words as I read them.

"Garroth Ro'Meave
05/11
-16 Years Old.  

I still have no idea what I am supposed to use this for. Mommy got me this as a birthday present.

Maybe, I should talk about someone. Like, Aphmau, or how much I hate Gene, maybe about my brothers. Maybe Laurance? Yeah, I like that last one.

Alright, whoever may be reading this (hopefully no one ever reads this)...I have a big crush on Laurance Zvahl. Yup, I am crushing on one of my best friends.

It's not like it's anything new, I'll probably get over it in another year or two. I've had plenty of crushes!

Like...Aphmau. Up until, figuring out I was...yeah... Then, there was Gene. Now, Laurance. Sad thing is though...

He's straight...

I'll get it over it fast. Trust me.

~~~

Garroth Ro'Meave
09/23
-16 Years Old

I haven't gotten over it yet! Damn, why does he have to be so nice, and attractive, and funny, and awesome, and sweet and everything! It seems like every day, he makes me like him just a little bit more!

Why does the one guy, who I care about so immensely, have to be into girls?

~~~

Garroth Ro'Meave
2/14
-17 Years Old

It's Valentine's Day. And where am I?

Watching the guy I might possibly love, hitting on girls. But, just smile and everything will be fine. Right?

Smile...

~~~

Garroth Ro'Meave
6/19
-17 Years Old

I'm not going to write in this anymore. I'm 17, and...I dunno.

I've had this for 3 years, now...and the most I use it for, is to talk about how I love my straight best friend.

I hope no one reads this.

So, maybe I should sign it? Or something? I don't know anymore...

-Garroth Ro'Meave"

"Garroth..," I muttered.

Garroth looked up at me, his arms crossed. "Well? How much embarrassing things did you read in it?"

"I didn't read everything, Love. I skimmed through just a few entries," I explained, handing Garroth the book.

He grabbed it from me, stepping on a box. Garroth shoved the book into a crevice between two boxes, on top of his shelf. I took his hand, helping him down.

"Which ones?" Garroth asked, letting go of my hands.

"The ones where you wrote about me?"

"So, the entire thing?" Garroth rose an eyebrow, chuckling softly.

"No, babe. Not the entire thing. Just a couple," I said.

Garroth shrugged, stepping out of his closet. I followed him, grinning. Garroth looked me up and down, his arms crossed again.

"What are you grinning at?" He asked.

"About how big of a crush you had on me~. That's freaking adorable, Love," I kissed his forehead, causing Garroth to blush lightly.

"Yeah, whatever. Can we just go enjoy our anniversary?" Garroth smirked.

"Sure thing, Beautiful."

"Can you make me breakfast?!" Garroth cooed, jumping a little.

"I always make you breakfast," I laughed at my boyfriend's excitement over something so little.

"Yeah, but can you make an extra special breakfast?! I let you read my embarrassing dia- journal! It's only fair!" Garroth exclaimed.

"Alright, alright, Love. I'll make you something special," I chuckled, pecking a kiss on his cheek.

"Sweet!" Garroth darted out the door, running down the hallway.

I laughed at him, holding my head in my hand. Garroth was the most precious and fragile person ever.

And I won't allow anyone to make his cracks bigger.