fragments → garmau • mcd au

[27] secrets • pt. 1

THIS IS GOING TO BE A FOUR PARTER THAT REACHES CHAPTER 30 AND CELEBRATES THE FURTHEST CHAPTER I'VE EVER WRITTEN (don't judge me)

You will need:
•Pillow (the screams)
•To be by yourself (avoiding the looks of judgement)
•Tissues (you might get slightly emotional)

GO FORTH *whoosh*

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"Garroth! I'm going out with Zoey to do some grocery shopping! Boys are napping ! Bye!" Aphmau yelled from the living room, and I could hear the door open and slam shut from my room in the basement.

I walk both flights of stairs to reach the boys' room, and peek in through the small glass window on the front of the baby blue door. Both are curled up in the same position Aphmau sleeps in. I smile and am about to walk back down the stairs, when I spot a glistening item in Aphmau's room that wasn't there before.

I gently push open the door and walk towards the shimmering item. I bend down and pick it up.

It's a silver key.

It can't be a key to the house, Aphmau has hers and it doesn't look like this. There must be something to unlock somewhere.

I look around the room and spot a brown box under her bed. I sit on the floor and reach under her bed, sliding the box out from under the bedframe.

It had a lock on the front and I figured that was where the key was supposed to go, so I unlocked it.

A sudden pang of guilt struck me as I looked at the cover of the dusty book in the box.

"Aphmau's Diaries".

I wish I could say I immediately shut the box and pushed it back under her purple bed, but I didn't. Curiousity got the better of me, and I gingerly picked up the book and opened it up to the front page.

January 17:

Today was my first day at Phoenix Drop High! I sit next to this grumpy antisocial guy named Garroth; he's my partner for this English project we're supposed to do.

I also apparently learnt that this dude named Laurance has some issue, I don't know. I'm not one to judge.

That's all for today diary! Buh-bye!

Grumpy and antisocial?

I guess I was, back then. I skim through a few pages of doodles and find another entry.

January 30:

I ate with Garroth today. Apparently he doesn't believe in love and that's why no one really likes him. I'm determined to make him happier; he always looks so miserable.

He doesn't have a sparkle. His blue eyes are matte and boring, and I will change that.

Laurance is a huge creep, I really don't like him.

Buh-bye!

I don't want to look any further but yet I feel compelled to. I flip to a recent one.

Feburary 4:

Today I went out with Garroth, we went to discuss the project. I finished it the minute I got home; he said he doesn't have a computer.

We went shopping for some new stuff for him today. I bought him new glasses and new clothes against his will, haha.

I think I might be falling for him. We sat on the bench I always sit at when I'm lonely because the surroundings are so pretty. He doesn't know this; of course. But him being beside me with his arm wrapped around me just made everything ten times better.

We took a polaroid, I'm treasuring this.

I look over at the next page and I raise my hand to wipe away a forming tear.

It was her copy of the picture we took, and although I should be happy I wasn't. The scene of me getting kicked out of my house and my father's dirty boot crushing and obliterating my copy of the picture was like a stab in the heart.

I felt the back of my head and felt the scar that was a constant reminder of the painful scrape on the concrete floor.

I read the paragraph over and over because I think my eyesight is failing; that one line.

"I think I might be falling for him."

I suddenly feel faint.

She likes me back?

This must be a mistake.

I flip forward to the most recent entry, passing a few torn pages and messy scribbles, to the one from yesterday; Lady Irene day.

Feburary 21:

I swear that boy will be the death of me. I asked him if he could sleep in my room beside me and he said yes, and I wake up in the middle of the night and he's screaming and yelling my name with tears flowing down his pale cheeks.

My heart felt like someone threw a spear through it.

I woke him up at around midnight, I'm not sure. He hugged me and he wouldn't stop crying; which meant my heart wouldn't stop aching.

I asked him if he wanted to take a walk, I planned to show him my sacred thinking spot if he agreed.

We changed and I was leading him there when I saw a rock, and then I remembered how I always used to carve little drawings onto trees. He looked so confused when I asked him to follow me, it was adorable.

I felt an explosion of nerves in my stomach. I continued reading, despite the hidden guilt in the back of my head.

I carved in "The Garmau Tree", it's what Dante ships us as. I don't know if he likes me back, but I'm pretty sure he does. I mean, we lay down on the grass and stargazed, and he wrapped his arm around me.

He was so warm and despite his skinny figure, he was so nice to cuddle into.

I want Garroth to read this yet I don't, if he doesn't like me that way I don't want to ruin this friendship.

I love him so much, if only I could tell him.

There were teardrops on this page, and many crossed out words.

I close the book, when I hear the door open and a familiar shadow foreshadowing my sitting one.

"I see you've found my diary."