Hey, Newt,

Tomorrow we go on the vacation. My mom still hasn't told me where we're going, though. I'm going to miss you, but I'll write about what happens when we get back.

Chuck is still staying with us. Mom says he's coming with us. I don't mind, but I was kind of hoping he wouldn't. Oh well, my mom never does anything without a reason.

Exactly one year ago (A/N: Just go with it) today we met. I remember how you ran away in fear of what your parents would say if they found out you were gay. Luckily they were cool with it.

I have a bad feeling in my gut. Lately Teresa has been texting me. She hasn't done that since we got together. She never came to terms with the fact that I'm gay. Hopefully she doesn't try anything to hurt me or anyone else.

For the first time, yesterday, I met with the councilor the police recommended for me. A man named Janson. In my opinion, he looks like a rat, but I don't have the guts to tell him. I laugh everytime I look at him. It's rude, I know, but if you could only see the look on his face when I just randomly burst in a fit of giggles. If he asks, I just tell him that I was thinking of a time we shared. Yesterday was the longest hour and a half of my life.

As much as I really want to write more, I have to finish packing. Until we get back:

--Tommy ❤