Dear Diary,

Today is my birthday!Today i become 51.I live with Stanford here and..i don't know actually how much...He is now 53 but we both don't have a problem with our age.We think that our age is just a number.He knows everything about techonoly now and he watches television only when a new gravity falls episode is out.He wants to know how his bro going even if he is still angry kinda with him.I am happy even if my life is based on a daily routine.I still have Stanford,he makes me happy when i'm down.

Or when my dad tries to escape jail.

He tried to escape three times now.

One with a helicopter,One alone and one with another prisoner.

(''Y/N YOUR FATHER!'' i heard Stanford's voice.)

Well..Time to make them four.He thinks that i will help him escape but i just laugh when cops are catching him again and again.After all these years he is finally where he belongs.

In a jail's cell.

I still love him.He is my dad after all.Here and some days i have a sick feeling.Everytime i see Stanford i have a sick feeling in my stomach like there are butterflies flying there.I don't know what to think or do.Last night i was watching him as he was sleeping.I am such a big creep.He is a freak and i am a creep.That means that we are meaned to be together.What did i just say!?Why i said that!?I am in love with him, am i...?At least he will never find my wattpad account that is full with Stanford X Reader stories.I started recently to right one too!It's a Stanford x Reader and i call it "Reality VS Stanford".If he reads what i write.. I will probably fade.And die. But first fade.I must close now my dear diary.I have to go to make dinner.

I closed my diary with a smile in the thought of Stanford.I went out my room and all the lights were turned off.It was strange as i trued to open them but nothing happened. "Stanford!" i screamed but noone answered.I went downstairs to the kitchen to see a table with yellow candles on it.He knew that i love yellow and everything that has the colour of gold.In the middle of the table there was a large pizza that was handmade.I went near the table and in my plate i found a rose and a note.I started to blush and i slowly went to catch the rose when a deep voice interupted me.

"DON'T TOUCH THEM! "

I turned around to see Stanford scaried with his eyes wide opened.

"For who is this table?" i asked him confused.

"For Nemesis"

Wait, what!?