So, I know that Spencer and I are looking a bit more masculine than usual these days, but I'd really like it if we could get together and talk. As fun as it is to be Peter, I don't think I'm handling the change very well.
Please tell me you haven't gone out without makeup.Hey, short stuff. :)
Even if I have to spend six month's worth of pay checks, I seriously need to have this watch.
Also... late breaking news..... Guess who has a date on Friday? :D
Sorry if I don't see you much this week. My photog is working some big shoot, and he's insisting I stay with him until he's finished. It's weird. He's not usually thisaggressivemoody, but it's a good opportunity to learn more cool stuff. Anyway, if you want, I could send you a chocolate delivery to get you through the week. :)Also I might have told some guy that you were my boyfriend.
Stiles....
A is here.
Please don't come near me. I'm so sorry, but if A knows that we're friends, you might get hurt. And I swear I will never forgive myself if something happens to you. Please please please please please.
Hey, are you doing the karaoke thing at the Teardrop tomorrow? My friend Santana runs it and I thought it might be fun. If you wanted.
I think this whole being naked and locked up in my room thing for the past few days is making me think way too much.
What does it mean when you can't stop thinking about someone? Like when the thought of being with him to gorge on doughnuts, play Skee Ball at Chuck E Cheese or just talk over the network with him gives me stomach butterflies? (Actually I think they're more like stomach eagles.)
I'm... a little freaked out. Not by him. Not at all by him. But by my reaction to him. I'm trying to, you know, do my own thing and figure everything out in this city on my own, but my thoughts always go back to him. It's like some weird magnet thing.
I haven't told him what I did yet back home. With Shana and everything. I think I really like him, and I'm afraid that if I tell him, he's going to think I'm some sort of psycho freak murderer and never have another M&M doughnut with me again. He's been really nice, and I don't know if this is my way of trying to get over Ezra or not, but... I just want to be with him, you know? Am I good enough for him?
This is really stupid of me, isn't it?
I'm not coming out of my room.