Skeet x Knaw

18 year old Skeet sat alone on Knaw's bed slowly annualized Knaw's room; he had even bunked in this room once or twice, considering whether or not Scuttle crashed at home or at a friend's house for the night. Thankfully Scuttle wasn't home yet leaving him to float around Knaw's house without murderous eyes boring into his back with evil intent, it not only scared him but also made him feel guilty in a weird way, but he could relax for now.  
17 year old Knaw had run off to go fetch some snacks from the kitchen before they played 'Candy Land' one of Knaw's favorite games. A more sophisticated game would have presented a more challenging experience, but how could he resist when Knaw gave him those hopeful doe eyes that melted his heart every time they turned his way. Skeet sighed and hunched forward propping his elbow on his knee and his chin on his palm. Knaw was still banging around in the kitchen a lot louder than normal which meant he still had a few minutes of alone time before Knaw came inside with an arm load of snacks, and an eager game face.
Skeet glanced down at his shoes, and caught sight of a black object poking out from under Knaw's bed. Curiosity welled up in Skeet's infected brain, but part of him resisted the temptation out of respect for his crush…but. Skeet checked to see if anyone was around, and listened a little harder to the ruckus in the kitchen before allowing his long, strong tongue to dip down to the floor and wrap around the object than pulled it out. Once he saw it in the sun light he discovered it was a black, leather bound notebook with blood stains on the cover and the edges of the paper. 'Why would Knaw keep something like this' Skeet wondered to himself, this seemed a little out of character for Knaw but then again Knaw did have a tendency to find weird but interesting things from time to time.
Skeet checked the door one more time before he cracked the book open slowly, some of the first pages were glued together because of the blood. When he carefully peeled the pages open he discovered it wasn't Knaw's usual sloppy hand writing but someone else's 'neat cursive writing'. He read a couple of sentences and found this was written by a human just a few days before the apocalypse. It didn't interest him all that much so he decided to skip to the first loose bloodless pages and found Knaw's hand writing among its pages.  He skim read discovering only typical Knaw thoughts and ideals, nothing new, he was about to close it and place it back under the bed when he spied the word 'love' among the sentences. He stopped to read it from top to bottom.
[Hi book, well lately I've been telling you awesome stories about what I do all day with my best friend Skeet, which is fun to read again later -3-]
'Typical' Skeet thought rolling his eyes with a smile, and continued to read [today, however, I come to you with a problem]
'A problem, he never mentioned a problem to me before' Skeet thought and continued on [well lately there has been this weird feeling in my chest these last few days and I'm worried that it might be a medical problem, I don't want to be sick or anything]
Skeet felt a frown on his face, and concern welled up in his chest, he hopped nothing was wrong. [Lately I have felt like this tightness in my chest when ever my brother, Scuttle, is mean to my friends; mostly Skeet-he seems to get most of my brother's hate but Skeet doesn't seem too bothered by it] Skeet frowned uncomfortably and shifted around has if he could feel Scuttle perching his soul with those eye less sockets of his. Skeet shook it off and continued to read after checking to make sure no one was watching him from the door way. All clear.
[You see these last few days when ever my friend Skeet gets into trouble fighting mean kids, I feel more scared than usual whenever he gets into fights with other people because of me. My heart also begins to pound very hard whenever I see him for the first time every day. I love when I have to interpret for others what he's trying to say.] Skeet felt his jaw slacken and his own heart also beating fast has he read the words like a starving hunter chasing a fat man. 'Could this mean' Skeet thought hopefully, and read on with saliva dripping from his tongue- which went unnoticed by the eager smoker.
[Out of fear I went to mom to ask her if she knew what was wrong with me, but she complained that she was too sick to answer and told me to ask dad. So I went to dad in hopes of getting my answers but he said he was too busy at the moment. I wondered if I should ask Skeet but I didn't want to interrupt his study hour, he's very serious about that kind of thing. Finally I went down to J.J scoops to see what my brother had to say and met Kirk there to. I told them my situation and at first it seemed like Kirk was willing to give me his advice but Scuttle interrupted him. Scuttle instead told me to stay away from Skeet from now on 'before he broke my heart' I'm not sure what it means all that much but I have a good idea about it. I decided not to visit Skeet today and by the time I got home I decided to call him over the phone, we talked for hours until Scuttle came home and asked me who I was talking to, I answered honestly and I got yelled at for it. I went to bed that night and had a bad dream that my brother became my personal body guard and wouldn't let me so much has even give Skeet a for long look.]
Skeet bit his lower lip, the idea of not being able to see the adorable, understanding, hunter hurt even now, but he read on.   
[I met Kirk after class, and asked him about what I should do, and he was surprisingly serious. He told me I was in—]