Dear diary,
As repulsive as the sound of my parents fucking down the hall is, I can’t help but think of Hugo and that night together. I remember wanting it but being terrified at the same time. And once I felt that sharp pain between my legs and the feeling of him in me and laying there crying out “What do I do?! What do I do?!” I panicked so much Hugo had to cover my mouth so I wouldn’t wake anyone up. But after the shock, it wasn’t bad. For some reason we never did it again because I was nervous about it, but now I’m having a change of heart. I want to do it again. I want to try different things. People say nothing is ever like the movies, but Hugo’s always up for a challenge. And so am I.
I’m also thinking about Darrell. He’s missing a few brain cells (more than a few actually) but I’m curious as to what he’d be like compared to Hugo. Let’s face it: the boy screams VIRGIN. I was the virgin last time. What would it be like to be on the other side of the fence for once?
Juliette