Phil yawned and looked out the window, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee.

The coffee was decaf and doing nothing to keep him awake, so he'd have to go get some from the coffee shop in town.

"Gran, you want some coffee while I'm getting it?" Phil asked, slipping on his shoes. Grandma just shook her head.

"No thank you, sweetie, but would you get me a blueberry muffin?" She asked softly. Phil nodded with a smile and kissed her cheek.

He looked outside. It was raining lightly, so he quickly grabbed an umbrella before he went outside and ran to the car and climbed inside.

Phil started the car, sighing to himself as he drove to the shop.

He stayed up late thinking about that diary. He only read a few pages, and he kept thinking about it.

He pulled into a parking spot and opened his umbrella as he stepped out, running to the door. He tried to close his umbrella, but was having no luck. He was getting soaked.

Just then, someone grabbed the umbrella from Phil's hands and closed it, opening the door as well and nudging Phil inside.

Phil turned to the stranger. "Thank you," he murmured, smiling small. The stranger grinned back.

"Don't mention it ...?" The stranger replied, trailing off.

"Phil... my name is Phil."

"Well, Phil, would you like to join me for coffee?" The stranger asked.

"You haven't even told me your name," Phil noted, chuckling. The stranger laughed and facepalmed.

"I'm Charlie."

"Okay, I will join you for coffee, Charlie. Thank you."

Charlie nodded and they ordered coffee.

"So, Phil, what are your interests?" Charlie inquired, sipping his black coffee.

"Eh, I don't really have any," Phil lied, shrugging. He didn't want Charlie to think he was weird for his beliefs.

"Oh, c'mon, what is your pretty little self passionate about?" Charlie pressed, smiling that 'I won't judge you' smile.

"Honestly?" Phil asked, and Charlie nodded enthusiastically. "I really am fascinated by ghosts. I believe in life after death."

"That's pretty fucking cool, to be honest," Charlie remarked, grinning now.

"You think so?"

Charlie placed a gentle hand on Phil's shoulder. "I know so."

-

Phil sipped a glass of hot chocolate and turned on his lamp, getting comfy beneath the blankets. He had just taken out his contacts and was wearing glasses, getting the diary to finish reading.

'September 12th, 2008;

Dear diary,
Today has been kinda fucked up so far. Apparently, Tyler and Troye broke up again, which resulted in Troye coming round to mine until Connor came and picked him up.
Tyler and Troye are always off and on, and honestly, it's annoying. They're just not right for each other, I guess.
And I see the way Connor looks at Troye, and I see the way Connor treats Troye.
Connor is so in love with him. It's so fucking obvious.
And Caspar and Chris are actual assholes, no lie. The two of them fucking TP'ed this girl Shannon's house, and then blamed it on Derek, her boyfriend, which is the dude that keeps beating me up. So Shannon got pissed at Derek and the Derek accused me and neither Chris nor Caspar corrected him and took the blame.
So guess who got shoved in a locker and then beaten up behind the bleachers after school?
Me.
This is why I hate my life.
This is why I hate everyone, and everything.
I'm fucking sick of everything.
Writing out my feelings isn't going to help anymore, I swear. But like I said, I promised Connor I'd use this until the 21st, and if it doesn't help by then, well...
You can figure it out.

-dan.'

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HEllo, it's me.
I have a bruise on my knee,
And it hurts
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Well thanks for reading!! And thanks for so many reads and votes already Oh mY gOd.
I just sneezed.
BAi