Hey diary, its me again...

Brendon would be over in an hour and a half and I still didn’t tell Ryan. I knew he would scream and bite my head off. He knows I love him but he thinks Brendon doesn’t love me that way. Stupid brother. He always said I could never have a boy over in my room when mom was gone. Its not like we’d do anything. I’m a good girl he knows that but to him Brendon is a bad boy. I might as well tell him now. Ok walking, walking, stopping. I can’t do it. I just can’t. I have too.
“Hey Ryan, um is it ok if Brendon you know comes over?”
“Only if you stay downstairs”
“But Ryan we won’t be doing anything”
“I know that’s what you think but really Em no, Stay on the couch and watch a movie or something”
“FINE!” I stormed off to my room. Ryan had to ruin it again.