Leon 'S Diary - `` My Friend Ian ''


For as long as I can remember, I have always wanted to be a secure adaptation of myself. A hero to someone, but every time I see danger or trouble, I end up ... freezing. I guess the hero life is just not for me ... I never introduced myself though did I journal ? You 're new, I 'm new to you and here I am already throwing material at you like this, I 'm sorry. My name is Leon, Leon President Carter. I 'm 14 and I 'm a highschool freshman. I love secret plan, comics, dancing, cocoa and I 'm a BIG, BIG Superhero fan, namely ... Superman.

I know, I know ... one would say that a guy my age is should be more into Batman, or really should n't be into sketch hero at all ... but I just love it. The tale, the super home, and the new Superboy Jonathan ? So lovely ! Not many people like it, and I get it, but I guess ... to each one their own I guess ...

But this entry tonight is not for me to babble out about Superman, but about ... well ... who I am.

Sorry about how I unevenly write, I 'm just not used to it, but here we go !

I ... am adopted, I do n't remember when or how I got here but the turkey just dropped one day for me. My parents called me down and recount me one day. I 'd say I took it kinda well, I did n't cry or anything, do n't even recollect I felt anything actually ... I got numb and just ... kept on living. Maybe it 's due to the fact that my parents love me so a lot and that I do n't have a go at it anything other than them as my parents, but I did n't feel anything veto towards them ... anyway, I go to school, I have a best friend and quite a little of friends that take caution of me because they say I 'm adorable. I guess that 's cool actually, that everyone likes me this much. I just do n't get what I have that 's so impressive.

One thing about me that I find ... well, weird is ... well ... I do n't even know why I 'm writing it as if I 'm talking but whatever ...

I do n't feel confortable in relationships.

I love how my friends like me and worry about me, I love my parents, but the mere thought of having someone actually love me to the point of wanting to be WITH me gets me ... anxious. I 've had two girlfriends before, sooo let 's talk about that.

My first girlfriend 's name was Eva. She was sweet, she was beautiful ... had these amber eyes and black hair ... She would always stick around me, said she 's protect me and my smile, and I said I 'd do the Same for her ... turns out ... other people feeling the same as you can cause mint of trouble. The fact that my Friend all like me just as much made her feel ... unappreciated ... and I ca n't pick her. We broke up in 3 months.

My endorse girlfriend was called Lola, and she was awe-inspiring. goon girl, long smutty hair and spicy eyes I 'd easily get lost in. She was really, really tough ... closest to a real animation heroine I could forgather. One day, we were coming out of the movies when we were jumped by this guy with a tongue set up to rob us. As I said, I froze, I could n't do anything ( And regret it to this day ) but her ? She flipped the guy over herself as if he was made of newspaper, dunno if it was electric shock or concern but he simply got up and ran away from us. I 'm thankful to her ever since this day. We really hit it off as a couple. similar sense of taste, medicine and games ... but ... well ... she 's an ex for a reason right ?

She told me something, something that scared me a lot ... she said `` I love you ''. And I could n't ... say it back to her. And after 3 Day ... we talked it out and broke up ... I just ... could n't ...

Ok, I just gave myself some face smacking and I 'm ready to let the cat out of the bag about the next person ... the one I let let loose all the time. Ian Anderson.

I 've known Ian ever since we were diminished. We always had fun together ... he is so polite and happy and there 's something about the way he winks that just says `` Do n't worry, I got it ''. He is my age and we are in the same socio-economic class, we like the Sami stuff and he 's really endure ... brave guy I 've ever known. He is my one avowedly submarine, and I ca n't help but notice that ... everytime he winks at me, reassuring me that everything is going to be ok ... my centre skips a beat. I get flighty, I get well-chosen and kinda disappointed that I get to feel this way and have no idea what to do with this touch sensation ...

Ian is my outdo booster, always was. I feel ... weird when I 'm around him. I 'm always happy with him. I 'm laughing writing this because ... there was this metre he got here, my parents were out and we played games all day, danced around like a clump of kids, sang together and even had pizza for dinner. It was one of the well-chosen days of my aliveness. So chill, so good ... he always reassured me that he was having a lot of fun with me, and I could say the same to him. He was the reason I even changed my mode !

I used to have a messy black pilus, one day, he just went `` Hey, ever thought of like ... dyeing your hair ? blond or something ''. I remember it vividly ... he ... ran his fingerbreadth on my hair on the area that should be blond and said `` Maybe get down it on the sides a bit ? ''. I laughed at that, it was so ... sweet. I would never bet as cool as Ian though. His hair is peaky brown, his eyes are the most beautiful shades of putting green ... different refinement. Yeah, you heard me.. uhh .... read it. He has heterochromia and it 's the coolheaded matter ever !

Which brings me to the ... understanding I 'm writing this down ... I 've been feeling dissimilar about him ... not the skipping a heartbeat ... more like ... I want to be so practically stuffy to him, not seeing him hurts ... and my acquaintance seem to find that I 'm anxious when he is not around. They poke fun, good natured of course, but I was thinking ... maybe ... I 'm not the only one impression like that ... what if I really am not ? What if he feels the Lapp way ? Oh God what if he does n't ? Why am I so ... looney about it ? Am I going crazy ?

Is it ... just me ?

Maybe I 'll invite him over tomorrow ... try to spill the beans about it ... I 'll be home alone, nifty opportunity. What could go wrong ?
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