I close my diary and slip it under my mattress; just to make sure no one snoops through it when I'm not looking.

I seriously am concerned about Larry...I really need to apologise to him but I think we just need to simmer down before I can do that, maybe I'll talk to him tomorrow.

I really hope I didn't ruin everything we had between us, even if it was only for a little bit of time. I still liked it while it lasted. I mean, Larry actually started to trust me and well...like me. Then I just ruined that.

What does Sal think of me now?

Does he hate me?

He probably does, I mean I hurt his best friend...of course he's going to despise me for that.

I really didn't mean to say those things, even though that's no excuse.

I sigh and get up from my bed.

'Maybe I should call Damien, just to have someone there.'

I walk over to the kitchen and pick up my landline phone, I un-plug it and bring it to my room.

I plug it back into the wall beside my bed and pick up the phone; placing up to my ear whilst I type in Damien's number.

It rings once, then a second time, then a third, then the line comes to life.

"Hello?"

I hear a soft voice ask.

"Hello mrs. E. It's Y/N again,"

I smile slightly at the sound of her voice.

"Hello again Y/N! One second while I go get Damien."

I can just hear the smile in her voice.

I hear her put the phone down and footsteps trailing off for a second before someone picks it back up.

"Y/N! What's up?"

I hear Damiens deep voice say, clear as day.

"Hey Damien..."

I feel a huge wave of sadness wash over me again.

Damien seems to have heard it in my voice and asks.

"Oh no...what happened?"

Damien worries. I smile at his tenderness and lay back in my bed.

"Just had a tuff week..."

I sigh.

"Want to talk about it?"

Damien asks. I think for a moment; deciding if I want to talk about what has happened or not.

I think it would be best if I atleast told someone, it could make me feel a little better.

"Yeah actually,"

I stay on the phone with Damien for hours just talking about everything that has been hurting me ever since I got here; including what happened today.

Damien listens intently, comforting me non stop. Telling little jokes at times to lighten the mood. I'm so grateful to have him as my best friend.

Although, yes, I would have talked to my mom about this, but number one; she is out grocerie shopping for food. And two; there's just some things you can't talk to your parents about.

"My life is a complete mess, I keep ruining everything!"

I cry into the phone.

"Y/N...stuff happens, it's not your fault."

Damien explains.

"Yes, I do. I ruined my friendship with Sal, my friendship with Larry, my relationship with my father-"

"Woah woah woah, I'm going to have to stop you right there."

Damien cuts me off.

"You most certatainly did not ruin your relationship with your dad, pardon my saying but, your dad is just a bastard. End of story."

"As much as I want to be mad at you for saying that about my father, you're kind of right."

I agree.

"And you didn't totally ruin your friendships with Sal and Larry, it can be fixed with an explanation and an apology,"

Damien adds on.

I think for a moment on his point of view on the situation.

"Wait you said 'I didn't totally ruin my friendship with Sal and Larry'."

"Yeah?"

He asks me completely oblivious as to what I'm getting at.

"So you think I did ruin the friendship I had with them..?"

There was a silence on the phone as I ended my sentence.

"Yes."

"What?"

I ask shocked that he would agree to that.

"And no,"

"Oh my god, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying you did sort of provoke it to happen with your choice of words towards Larry."

Damien explains.

"You also do have a temper you need to control,"

Only my bestfriend would be this truly honest, jeez.

"I'm that bad?"

I ask worriedly. All insecurities flouding into my mind.

Do I have a temper? I don't have a temper!

Okay, maybe just a little bit.

But I do agree to the fact I did go too far this time.

"You're not bad Y/N. You just tend to misuse your anger, you direct it at all the wrong things."

"No I don't!"

I fume.

"Y/N,"

Damien says my name which makes me realise what I just did.

I just acted the same way he said I do.

Ugh, I hate it when he's right.

I groan into the phone and lay on my stomach.

"I hate you,"

Damien chuckles and I can't help but smile a little when hearing his laugh.

"Yeah well, hate me all you want but you know you still love me either way,"

I didn't want to admit it, but once again...he's right.

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

I pout. I was about to speak up once more but stopped as my voice was interrupted by a loud knock on my front door.

"Hey, I got to go I think my moms home,"

I tell Damien.

"Aw, alright...I love you Y/N~"

Damien coos.

My face flushed a bit but I realised he probably only meant it as a friend.

'Duh obviously, gosh Y/N what is with you this week.'

I don't have a crush on Damien but if he liked me I wouldn't mind trying out.

"I-I love you too, Damien."

I internally slap myself for stuttering and we both say our goodbyes then I end the call.

I get up and walk to the front door ready to open it for my mom.

But one thing confused me, if it is my mom why didn't she just come inside. She has a key and she lives here so she can just walk in.

I shook off the weird action of my mom and opened the front door.

But the sight I saw was not at all what I thought it was going to be.

8/26/22

AKA : August 26th/2022