Dear Future Me

Lucas' P.O.V.

Rose had fallen asleep beside me, but not before filling my heart and ego to the brim.

Her knight.

I liked that she thought of me that way. I'd happily fight demons and dragons for her. Although, right now, the only demon around is her father. I'll hire a man to do some digging for me. Once I know why he's here I'll pay him a visit myself. I won't let Rose face him again.

I opened her journal back up, picking up where I left off on her first day of freshman year high school. I liked seeing this side of Rose. I loved being able to read her innermost thoughts about her life, her friends, and her classes. It was like I was there with her. She was sharing a big part of herself with me by allowing me to read these journals, and I don't plan on letting her down.

Dear future me, (Because who says dear diary anymore?)

I hope you're doing better than me right now. This new school, although amazing academically, lacks in social etiquette. The girls are all bitchy and the bo