#31: All About Us

A Chord Overstreet and Dianna Agron song-shot

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Not once in my life have I ever imagined I would be the one to marry this gorgeous blond that I have known for many years. Dianna and I met because of our parents. The Agron Inc. was slowly going out of business and my dad, the most serious businessman you'll ever meet, saw some potential in her family's business and when he found out that it's going to end soon, he didn't even hesitate helping them. My dad had this idea to merge both businesses and develop it into something new. He left his own company to pursue the rising business he and Dianna's dad created.

The first time I saw her was during the business party. She was wearing this polka-dotted blue dress that showed her curves so well. Her blond hair was longer that time and I remember her turning around and her hair accidentally brushing my face and as realization hit her, her eyes widen and for the first time, I saw her piercing hazel eyes.

"I'm sorry." She said, her cheeks turning into a slight shade of pink as she looked down at her yellow wedges.

I smiled at her. "It's fine. It's not a big deal anyway." I answered.

#3: As Long As You're There

A Chord Overstreet and Dianna Agron song-shot

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 “Dianna?”

I’ve been thinking about this ‘risk I’m planning to do ever since I confirmed my feelings toward Chord. I know that Chord’s with Emma Roberts now but who knows, maybe Chord feels the same and he’s just trying to cover it up by having a relationship with Emma.

Well, at least that’s what I’m assuming.

I’ve spoken privately with Lea Michele for the past few weeks telling her about my plan to finally confess to Chord. It was only Lea who knows about my secret feelings for Chord. Lea had suggested a few strategies though only one stood out amongst the rest. And that ‘one’ needs a mountain of courage for it to be able to work.

And weeks after gathering all the courage I could muster, I am finally here outside Chord’s condo, rehearsing the speech I wrote in my mind. I raise my knuckle to knock on the door but decided to do it a while later.

I try breathing normally and when I did, I fearlessly knock. I know that once that wooden oak door opens, there is no turning back now.

Chord opens the door and out of the blue, I suddenly lack words like my entire vocabulary were wiped out of my system. And that’s when I heard my name slip out of his unbelievably yet attractive big lips in a questioning manner.

“Dianna?” Chord asks. “Do you want to come in?”