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Dear Diary,

I have a friend who is relly close to me, but I dodn't know if he likes me or not. His name is Stephen and he is turning 19. He always talks to me for wich seems like hours. He plays the guitar and base, and I sometimes sit in his room listening. He is really good at guitar. Sometimes he tackles me like my own brother would do. He tickles me until I almost have to pee my pants.
We went on a house boat trip together. He would always sit next to me. And at night when he got into bed I felt uncomfturble because our heads were close together so I switcched, and put my head where my feet where, and said "I can see the stars better this way." (we were lying on the top of the house boat), and so he changes too! He told me a few times "youre hair has gotten lighter". He asked me if I would like to go on the jetski (3 person)with him. I soon realized that it was only the two of us who were going. He held on really tight, I suppose I was going quite fast...tehe. When he came over my house for a party he looked sad. He told me that he felt left out of the grooup (which contains moor than 40 people. we call it "the group" because it is all our friends put together. Though it is really my brother who puts together the party's. ) I told him that I felt left out of the group all the time, and so we hugged. Then he showed me the foodage on his video camera. It was of thge 311 consert he went to. He filmed quite a bit until the security guy took it away. He acaually got up on stage and shook penut's hand! After that I went to go listen to him play the base with the group. They played quite a bit of songs I knew like Damit from blink 182. They were quite good. After every one left, I went to the basement with him to listen to him play the base because I didn't know what *Base slapping* was. After that he had coffe and I had tea. Then we embraced in a hug, then he left. I wonder if he likes me moor than a friend.. Alright well mother is yelling at me to do the dishes, a devil of a job since our dishwasher broak. Until tomorow.

A.L.R.