So I'm typing on my phone right now. My journal is safely locked away at home and I'd rather not lose it at a chaotic high school party.

Where am I, you may ask? Well, I'm currently sitting in the car, and my dad is staring at me probably wondering when the fuck will I get out of the car, which is ironic cause he actually just asked me when I was gonna get out of the car!

Give me a fucking second, damn. He doesn't know I'm waiting for you, let alone my big fat crush on you that goes up and down like a fucking bouncy ball. Actually, I'm getting out of the car now. I see you going into the house which means it's my cue to go.

Fuck, where are you? You practically disappeared into the night. I came here for you! Now I'm just standing here like an idiot with my face glued into my phone. I should be partying and what not and-

Peter.

Of course he'd show up. Maybe he'll disappear like he's been doing lately. He's like a magician now. I meant what I said by Scooby Dooing the whole thing. There has to be something going on with him.

Man, where are you? I can't stand being alone like this much longer.

Oh, never mind. There you are, talking to Peter. Just my luck, huh?

He's walking away, he's walking away, he's-

You called for my name.

Gotta go.