Dear Diary,
It’s boiling out here today. It’s so hot, that I can swear that if you’d put a plastic bottle of water out in the sun, the water inside the bottle would evaporate inside the bottle and the bottle itself would melt and would become one with the melted tiles on my balcony. Nevertheless, there is this huge furniture van parked outside, opposite of my flat. There are these big houses over there, and by the looks of it, there’s gonna live a family with at least ten children in one of the houses. It might sound a bit cruel, but I love everytime the furniture van drives away with high speed, because that gives a fresh breeze of summer air that cools me off a bit.
Thursday, 10th of June.
Dear Diary,
So I was wrong; no big family with ten children, but one guy. On his own. In one of those big houses opposite of my flat. Should’ve known, really. I kept an eye on the furniture van the past two days, and to be honest, there wasn’t really much coming out of it, aside from this red drum kit, a couple of boxes and some random furniture. I didn’t get a good view of the new guy, though. I only saw the back of his head and well.. ..his back, mostly. But I’m not complaining, I’m liking what I see so far. He has darkish, blonde hair and always seems to wear baggy trousers with a jacket. Even now, when it’s so hot he’s wearing those jackets. He could be a guy of about forty years old, for all I know. But until I figure that one out, I will keep on imagining him as this cute guy around my age. Muahaha.
Monday, 14th of June.
Dear Diary,
Saw his face for the first time today. And I have to say, it wasn’t a big disappointment. In fact, he’s looking better than I would’ve dared to dream. I can’t really tell you the colour of his eyes, because it’s not like he’s walked past my balcony, but I can describe his face features; from what I’ve seen he’s got brushy eyebrows, full lips and a sharp, manly jaw line. I also figured out that he wears ties with the jacket, and I think a t-shirt underneath, seeing that the shirt doesn’t have a collar or anything.
I’m thinking about welcoming him into the neighbourhood by bringing him a cake or something. But looking at the weather, a box of ice creams would be a better idea.
Tuesday, 15th of June.
Dear Diary,
I almost got myself a heart attack today. I had bought this box of Magnums after finishing work at the office and was about to walk up the front lawn when suddenly this flash in my face froze me on the spot and this guy was grinning like mad at me and started to run off when I waved the box of ice creams in the air, the camera around his neck waving about in the summer air.
Anyway, I shook the photographer out of my head, and rang the bell. You should’ve seen my face when I saw him. I’m actually quite sure that my jaw dropped onto the floor. He was so tall! I stared into his hazel brown eyes for what seemed like hours until he snapped me back to the real world by asking me if I was okay. I started babbling about the neighbourhood and handed him the ice creams and already turned around when he asked me for my name. I managed to say “Daisy Wilson” and practically ran back to my flat opposite of his house. I think he was quite confused after that, really.
Wednesday, 16th of June
Dear Diary,
Oh my God! The guy opposite of my flat ran over to me when I got out of the car when I got home. He was chomping on one of the Magnums I gave him the previous day, and asked me how I was. I thought that was pretty weird actually, because I didn’t even know his name. And yeah, I thought I scared the hell of him by pressing the ice creams into his hands and running off like that.
But anyhow, he said his name was Charlie after I mumbled that I was fine, practically blushing my cheeks off. Then he looked over his shoulder and muttered an excuse to go back to his house.
Friday, 18th of June
Dear Diary,
Long, long day at work today. Rob, the boss, had all this stuff for me to type out, fax to various people and write formal emails to like, everyone in the building for the summer holidays. And that with this weather! I mean, come on! The sweat was running down my spine and didn’t help when I got home, because in my house the weather wasn’t any better than at the office. I thought that opening the doors to the balcony would help a bit, but boy was I wrong. The sight my eyes caught was even worse than what Rob made me do. Charlie, the boy opposite of my house, who I’d been having an eye since day one to be honest, was walking hand in hand with this blonde slut to his car. I could tell he wasn’t very happy; he wasn’t smiling, he wasn’t passionately kissing the girl. Just bringing her to his car and getting her in it and speeding off.
Tuesday, 13th of July
Dear Diary,
I haven’t spoken to Charlie in the time I didn’t write to you. Even though I didn’t talk to him, I think I got a tad obsessed with him. I know I am, in fact. For example; I have these binoculars to spy on him when he’s at home. I like to see when he’s sitting on the couch watching a random TV show with a beer in his hand. I imagine that I’m sitting next to him, snuggled up to his chest and sniffing in his aftershave.
I feel a surge of anger going through my body every time that blonde girl comes round. I can’t help but grab the binoculars and spy on them in the bedroom. I know it sounds a bit perverted, but I can’t help myself. And even from this far away, I can see that Charlie isn’t with his mind on her and their game of love. It’s like he’s set on routine and just does the job without even thinking about it.
Saturday, 18th of July
Dear Diary,
I got what I wanted today. When I was enjoying the Saturday newspaper and sipping from my Martini, I heard yelling and screaming coming from the opposite of my flat. I lowered the papers, and saw the blonde girl storming out of the house, with Charlie on her heels. I heard him screaming sorry over and over again, but didn’t stop her from getting in her blue Mini and driving away. In fact, I think I saw a small smile curling around the corners of his mouth as he watched her speeding off. It was then that his and my eyes found each other for a small second. I quickly looked away, but I felt his gaze on me, almost penetrating, even if it was from that far away. When I heard the front door slam closed, I got my binoculars out of the bag that was beside me and spied on him once again.
Monday, 20th of July
Dear Diary,
I’ve been noticing more and more photographers around Charlie’s house lately. Even around the time I’m getting home from work and sometimes I get some flashes in my face myself. I think it’s just in case I have something to do with Charlie, which, sadly, I don’t have. I’m still eagerly wondering what those photographers are doing around there. I don’t see what’s so special about him that should be photographed. Okay, so he’s gorgeous. And he has amazingly large eyebrows, but nothing to be in the press for.
I saw him with packed stuff the other day, getting into this van and out and away from his house. I don’t know where he’s off to, or with who, or for how long. I just hope that he’s getting back soon.
Sunday, 22nd of August
Dear Diary,
Charlie got home today. This time with an extra bag and for what seemed like a guitar. It was getting a bit dark outside, only the moon and the street lamps giving a dim light and the contours of Charlie’s posture. The light coming from my living room lit the balcony I was standing on. I was leaning with my hands on the edge of the balustrade and just taking in the night air and watching what I had in my eye sight. I watched him as he dropped his bags and opened the front door. He turned on his heels, his head high and his eyes searching for mine in the dark. I turned around, blushing a bit, my white summer dress flowing behind me as I did so.
Wednesday, 26th of August
Dear Diary,
I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, all I ever think about is Charlie. A shiver goes down my spine everytime I see him at night. His way of walking, his soft mumbling that no one can hear, the way he sips his beer when sitting in front of the TV. I want him, I need him. Now.
Thursday, 27th of August
Dear Diary,
I was back home early today, and the summer breeze blew through my hair as I sat on the balcony, watching over my street. The slam of a door somewhere made me look the other way, and a familiar figure ran across the street, not even looking at the cars nearing him. He ignored them, I heard some honking cars. I stood up, to look what was happening, and before I knew it, he was only inches away from my face. He’d jumped over the balustrade of the balcony, grabbed me around my waist and kissed me passionately. He pulled away, his forehead against mine, breathing heavily against my cheeks. He gave a last kiss before jumping over the balustrade and walking back to his house with an aura of pride hanging around him. I picked up the binoculars, walked to the kitchen and threw them in the bin. Wouldn’t be needing those anymore.