3rd of August, 9:22 PM

  I’ve been at Anthony’s house for most of the day.

  I was sitting next to him on his bed. He asked if he could ask me something. I said yea.

  What he asked me was, “Do you wanna go on a date with me?”

  Even though I knew that question was coming, I was still shocked. I tried not to let it show. I know the way he said it. He said it quickly, like he finally had the strength to ask that question, and if he didn’t ask it then, he might not have the strength to ask that question ever again.

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  I obviously told him, “Yes.”

  His lips twitched and he shrunk back for a second. Then he gave me a big smile. I could tell from his eyes alone that he was super happy.

  I remember the hug. It was warm. It was really comforting. He smelled nice. The hug was like the one I gave Jonah on the last day I saw him.

  We hugged for a minute or two, then pulled away to look at each other. He asked if I wanted to spend the night here. I told him, “Hell yea!”

  I haven’t been wanting to date an American guy. American guys are disgusting. I hate them. On top of that, all that an American boyfriend would do is hold me back from doing what I want to do, running away from here. But Anthony’s different. He’s like me, he wanted to run away.

  We ordered pizza. Anthony told Ms. Yang that I’m going on a date with him. She said “That’s awesome!” and looked really happy.

  We’re gonna play on his PlayStation after his shower.