Diary of the Damned - 12. Entry #12

November 14^th, Tuesday

Vlad stuck close to me the whole day. He was there wherever I went. He was even part of the gang now. But I welcomed him as much as I could. Still, I haven’t talked to my own friends about it. Vlad was not the kid from the occult that we saw. That means he is still lurking somewhere in town, whoever he is. And it kinda freaks me out because I know that we could encounter them anytime. Not to mention the weird dude that we saw a few times already.

He also opened to me about getting nightmares. I saw the fear in his eyes. But I told him that he was just probably having them because his parents were having a fight but he also told me that there were demonic figures inside his dream. I listened on to him more intently. Could it be that he was connected to the occult? But still, I saw him went home away from the cursed house. I find this confusing, Dee.

After that, he didn’t talk about it for the rest of the day. I just tried to cheer him up with as much passion as I could.

Meanwhile, Caleb also talked to me after class. He was really getting frustrated with Alicia. So I had to break it up to him. I told him in the face that she needs to go since all it gave him was stress. Coming from a best friend’s point of view. I love Caleb and I am tired of seeing him getting hurt over and over again in a couple of weeks. Just for the sake of high school drama. It frustrate me, too! After we talked and argued for almost an hour, he said that he will think about it.

When I got home, both my parents looked down. They delivered some bad news that my aunt’s whole family was killed except for their son. It was a huge accident. I was not close to them but mom used to take Max there all the time a few years back. So I knew he was close with our cousins. Then mom told us that we need to visit them by Sunday and we would have to skip church for the time being. I guess I won’t be seeing Kobe.

Thankfully, Max was not affected. He was sad with what happened and even worse, he was still not okay with Clyne. Then I told him that can try to talk to Isaiah when we visit his family’s wake. Max hugged and he cried it out since he was close to Isaiah’s twin brother, Jeremiah, who was killed in the accident.

Not really sure how I would console Isaiah, though.

Goodnight,
Lee

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November 15^th, Wednesday

Tristan approached me today. Saturday was getting nearer. He was really psyched about it. And I was, too. Because I might finally be able to know how big that thing really is. Gosh, I am such a horndog. I can’t keep my eyes on the big bulge. I think Tristan noticed it and the bulge twitched and throbbed. Dang, I saw it slowly grow a but inside his pants. Was he liking the attention? I almost came in my pants! After a few moments, he said that he had to go and left me hanging. It was awkward and the boy was blushing when he left. I swear, my mouth was almost dripping with my spit from just imagining that thing. If he pops my cherry, it won’t be just a pop. It might be a huge explosion!

Vlad was absent that day. And I can’t help but to worry. The two of us were inevitably getting closer. A part of me cares for him deeply now. Not just getting amazed like Tristan’s wits. Or enticed by his bulge. It was deeper than my appreciation for Kobe’s innocence and cuteness. Maybe, I was truly falling in love with this new kid. But if this was true love, then I started to wonder what I felt for Caleb all along. What do you think, Dee?

Kobe and I had a chat, too. I told him that we had to go somewhere this coming Sunday. He was sad about it because he wanted to share something with me. I asked but as expected, he didn’t give me a clue. It just made me wonder what kind of secret he could have been hiding. But of course, I am just going way over my head since he couldn’t be all that corrupt like me. He was a pastor’s kid after all. As I have told you, Kobe’s attractiveness was coming from his boyish innocence.

Then Max talked to me when I got home. He said that Clyne finally talked to him and said sorry. I guess that was a good start. The timing was perfect since Max was finally smiling again. It was positive energy that Isaiah would be needing. I felt really hurt for Isaiah. Based on what I could remember, he was a cute little kid. Probably on par on Caleb’s level. Since he was my cousin, my hands should be off of him, not all over him. I still have some dignity at least, if that’s what you want to call it.

Anyway, I need to rest. Need to Zs. There was a bunch of homework that I have done before I wrote this entry to you.

Laters,
Liam