I am now in a hotel suite with Damon- yes, in fucking Brazil- and honestly, I was kind of having the time of my life. Damon was right, no one really cares if you're sixteen and drinking here. It's not exactly legal, but it's not exactly super frowned upon either. I danced along to "Rio" by Duran Duran in the plane because Damon thought it was ironic- and it was a good time.
Until I got a text message from Julien, and now I feel like shit.
He just said, "missed you at the game" but I had to make something up because I can't tell anyone the truth. Damon told me, "Call your sister. Tell her... something. Oh, but leave out the part where you're in another country and with me."
"Thank you, Damon. That helps loads."
So I called her and made up some bullshit lie- I hope she's not on to me.
Jeremy Gilbert
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The Jeremy Gilbert Diaries Continued
FanfictionJeremy's life is still a mess. [NOTICE 04/16/24] The first part of the Jeremy Gilbert Diaries was removed by Wattpad during the April 2024 content violation purge. [Original A/N] You might want to read the first part of this first. Trust me, you'll...
