you were on your bed.

“Dear diary,” you started as you spoke out loud to yourself

“I met this fella on 141 named Ghost I call him Simon, and I hate to admit it but I’m chuffed to bits to have met him. He’s bloody handsome, one of these days I’ll ask him if he fancies a drink…Cause that twink and his cheeky skull mask ARE GONNA MAKE ME ACT UP!” you yelled that part hugging the Ghost body pillow you had than you heard the door open Ghost standing there. He heard everything