Swift
It was a lovely Saturday evening, with the full moon out and the stars twinkling brightly in the sky...

Yeah, fuck that start. This day was absolute shit. Me and Swift are hailing comments at each other, having got into a big fight over my journal. Swift had crawled into my room and naturally went downstairs to get a soda. I told him not to bring it back up, since I didn't want him tripping and spilling it everywhere. He naturally brushed it off and said 'I'm a ninja. I don't trip randomly over nothing.'
  When he came back up, he almost immediately tripped over a small bump in the carpet and crushed his soda in the process, spilling it all over me. Where does the journal come in? Well, I was writing my latest entry about Swift on my bed, and it so happened to be right in my lap. I stared down at the wet pages before almost exploding. "See?! This is EXACTLY why I told you not to bring back any damn drinks!" I yelled at him, which caused an argument to follow since he was a boy and boys always have to be right.
  So now I'm sticky, my journal is ruined, and I'm arguing with my best friend/crush. It was at this point that I just randomly said whatever came to mind.
"Y'know, this is absolutely ridiculous! Why can't you just listen to me, you fucking idiot!"
"What the fuck is your problem?! For crying out loud it's a fucking JOURNAL!!"
"A journal that I value! It contains all my emotions so I don't wind up doing something like this! Hell, it even has two pages dedicated to my feelings for YOU!"
It was in this moment that the silence became so overwhelming it was almost suffocating. He stared at me with wide eyes, and I stared back. I went over my mental checklist over what I had just said. Then, realization hit me like a ton of boulders. As quick as I possibly could, I ran out the door and shut it behind me. I ran down the stairs, to the front door and out into the hallway. Before long, I was in the lobby calling a taxi. I needed to get out of here. When my ride finally came, I bolted outside and threw the backseat door open, telling the driver the destination. I was going to my Nana's house.

Rebel
I wanted to do something special for tonight, since my eldest brother's birthday was today. I had already called him and wished him a happy birthday, but he asked me to enjoy myself tonight. He wanted me to bake a cake or something. So, I decided to make a small birthday cake.
As I was getting everything out, I realized that I needed some flour. I looked in almost every shelf until I came upon the one shelf that was taller than the rest. I groaned as I realized Rebel was the last one to use it, since he was making brownies...
I knew I couldn't reach it, but luckily I didn't need to. A long, muscular arm stretched up and grabbed the bag, bringing it down to me. "So, whatcha bakin'?" Rebel asked, leaning against the counter. I smiled and picked up the bag of flour, beginning my cooking. "I'm baking a cake. My brother had asked me to, just to celebrate his birthday," I replied, cracking a couple of eggs on the side of a glass bowl. Rebel watched me as I mixed the ingredients, a small frown on his face. "Here, let me see it," he said, taking the bowl and the wooden spoon from me. "You gotta use your wrist, but don't be too harsh with your movements," he explained as he mixed up the ingredients into a perfectly smooth batter. I smiled and took back the bowl, about to add in the cake mix. "This is exactly why I like you so much...You're always here to help me out..." I whispered, earning silence as an answer. I was slightly confused and turned to Rebel, only to see him staring at me with wide eyes. I suddenly realized what had just left my mouth and set the bowl onto the counter, dashing out of the kitchen area. I ran up to my room and locked the door behind me, going towards the window. I heard loud banging on the door, followed by an "Open up!" from Rebel. I tore the window open and stepped out onto the fire escape, running down the long steps as quickly as I could. What on Earth was I thinking?!

Ghost
Okay, so at the current moment I'm running down the street to my mom and dad's place. Why? Because I just confessed my feelings for a certain turtle punk named Ghost and then proceeded to lock him in my closet. I ran past one person climbing down a fire escape, another who was darting out to a taxi, dodged a few trash cans and even jumped over two dudes carrying a rug into some kind of warehouse. This all started when I accidentally spilled my feelings out.
Me and Ghost were just chilling out, watching TV and just talking. When we decided to focus on the movie, I couldn't help but glance at him every two seconds. 'I think I finally know what I'm feeling...I really do like you, Ghost. If only I was actually able to tell you," was what I thought at the moment. I later realized that not only had I thought this, but I said it out loud.

Right.
In.
His.
Fûcking.
Face.

The worst part? He heard it. So I proceeded to push him into a nearby broom closet, locked it, and ran out of the house. He managed to break out just as I shut the door, and now I'm pretty sure he's following me.
I finally made it to my parents' place, asking them if I could crash here for a bit. They obliged, and did me a huge favor by not pressing for details.

M.C.
Nothing could be any worse than this. I had officially fûcked up this time.
  M.C. had come over earlier today, and I don't know what came over me. I just...Randomly told him my feelings for him. It's stupid, I know, but I did. Anyways, we were having a staring contest, the same expression of shock on our faces. He...Slowly began to back up, and I felt my heart shatter. "...Get out..." I whispered, clenching my hands into tight fists. "Wait...What?" He sounded shocked, almost as if he hadn't done anything wrong. I repeated my words, only this time they were even louder. He bolted out if the apartment and I locked every window and door I could. He may have a key, but I knew ways to make sure that door stayed as locked as buried treasure. You know what the worst part is? My feelings didn't change. Not at all.