21.09.2014 (Sunday)

I don't know why Squishy has such a dislike for writing diaries. I mean, I know that he finds it girly but he can call it a journal instead. And no way am I going to ever reveal what I write in here.

By the way, he still hasn't gotten over the Baekhyun issue, though he can joke about it now.

After the little "fight" we had on the previous day in the chat group, I figured it would be a good idea to surprise Squishy with a visit to his house, and apologise to him personally at the same time. I brought some movies I thought he would like and soon, I was at his doorstep. He was pretty surprised to see me, but still invited me in nonetheless.

Once I settled in comfortably on the couch, I waited for Squishy to join me. When he did, I scooted closer to him and wrapped my arms around him.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry for overreacting too. I guess I was really jealous.” He chuckled before flashing a coy smile. “I felt horrible afterwards.”

“That makes both of us.”

“Still, I can’t get over the fact that that Bacon guy looks shady.”

“Honest opinion, I thought the same thing when I first met him, especially when he didn’t smile.” I laughed along before continuing, “Though it couldn't stop me from having a crush on him last time.”

“Yah! Just how many guys did you have a crush on?”

“Hm secret.” I scrunched up my nose.

We spent the next few hours watching a few action movies before moving on to a sappy romance film. The poster was so cheesy that it was cringe-worthy, which was the main reason why we decided to watch it – to find out how bad it really was.

Well, like the saying “Don't judge a book by its cover”, we shouldn’t judge a movie by its poster and description because it was not as bad as we expected. Halfway through, I thought of something I wanted to ask since a long time ago.

“Why don't you write a diary?” I suggested. The reason I even asked was because I had been writing diary entries ever since I met Squishy, penning down our memories into a book, and I wondered if he did the same.

“I don't like writing. Besides, I don't have the time.” He replied. To be honest, I was a little disappointed, but he probably had something else to help him remember the times we spent together.

“I love writing though.”

“So you have a diary?” His eyes twinkled.

I nodded.

“What do you write in there?” The corner of his lips quirked up.

“Not telling you~” I sang. “Go write one of your own!”

“I don't like writing diaries! They’re too girly!”