Dear Diary Chapter 2
For Mercedes, thank you so much.
August 28, 2007
Dear Diary,
Let's face it. When it comes to checkers I rule. When it comes to pouting I suck. Just about as much as the Hayes football team. Okay well maybe not that much, I at least won. So in that regard I would just like to take a second to say, "In your face, stupid composition book!" He apologized first, hehehe. I don't know I mean, looking back, I don't really think I was that mad at him, or I shouldn't have been. I mean I feel like thanking him for the whole bye-bye Tony thing but I guess I was just so mad that he just walked up and thought he ruled me or something. On a more serious note, I'm not sure anymore but I think I love him. Most girls say that their boyfriend is their best friend but mine actually is. Ooh my god... what are people going to say when they find out? Nick and I have become like the school mascot's for Best friends. No one thinks about Annabel Grey without thinking of Nickolas Altobelli and the other way round. If any of my friends see me without him in town, instantly, they ask if we are mad at each other. And Cyndel is never going to let me get away with this one, she's had a crush on Nick since he first moved here from Chicago. (Though why in the world anyone would move to Hayes Crossing from somewhere as great as Chicago beats me. I've asked him what it was like but he doesn't remember much). I'll have to wear a mask around school so she doesn't know its me. Any advise? No? Ooh wait, that's right! You can't TALK!!! Why do I pour my heart out to something that can't give me feedback? I have to go now, I have work to do.
Love, Ana
I stuffed the black and white notebook back in its resting place and scrambled off the bed. Walking to the closet I pulled my jacket off and threw it back on the floor in the edge of the hallway, I wouldn't need it in the closet because for some reason the small walk-in was always warmer than my room. I pulled the door open and stepped inside, waving my hand in the black air for the pull string. Finding and giving it a pull, I pulled down an old cardboard box from the top shelf. I pulled its dusty lid off and sifted through its contents finding what I wanted I replaced the lid. It was a scrap-book that Nick had made for my 16th birthday. He knew I didn't like presents and that anything he did give me would be carefully screened by my parents who would disapprove if it had harmed the environment in any way. I laughed as I imagined Nick cutting and pasting the photos into their meticulous places. He wasn't the scrap-book type. I flipped through the pages and watched myself grow up. Every picture in the book had me and Nick no matter what we were doing, we were smiling. He made me smile. My favorite picture was the last one. I remembered exactly what was going on because it was a historic Saturday. The Movie Zone was closed that Saturday for the big away game and it was raining so, to compromise, we rented movies and had a sleep over. It was at his house and we were both passed out on the couch after watching only half of the first movie, even though we had hours of movies planned out. It was his fault really.
He had put the first movie in, it was The Ring since we both were avid fans of horror films. He sprawled out comfortably on the couch and adjusted the pillow. I laid on the edge snuggling closer to him so that I wouldn't end up falling on the floor. He pulled the bowl of popcorn off the lamp table above his head and began stuffing as much as he could into his mouth so I cautioned him, "Hey you can keep packing it in your mouth or you can share, but either way I volunteer you to make the next bowl." He stopped, mouth full of popcorn.
"Ooh yeah?" he asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well then here have some" and with that he threw a handful in my face.
He was in for it. "Two can play at that game," I said snatching the bowl from is hands and proceeding to throw some in his face. He faked offense, his mouth hanging open.
"Miss. Grey! How rude! Now I'll have to show you the proper way to throw popcorn in someone's face." he replied reaching for the bowl. I pulled it safely behind my back and a wrestling match ensued. I can't tell you to this day who would have won had his parents not come home but we declared it a tie as we heard the keys in the door. Looking around the devastated living room we burst out laughing and ran back to our former positions on the couch and pretended to be enthralled in the movie. When Kelsey, Nick's mom, walked in the room she seemed oblivious to the mess, rolling her eyes and saying, "So the Movie Zone was closed was it?"
"First time in recallable history, today is one for the record books." I winked at her and turned back to the movie.
"Why Kelsey dear," said Mark, Nick's really cute dad who was the only lawyer in town, "It seems as if we've had a break-in. Neither of you kids would happen to know anything about this mess, would you?" Heavy Sarcasm.
"Nope. We came home and it was like this." Nick quickly lied a smirk spreading across his face.
Mark rolled his eyes. "What are you two watching?"
"The Ring." We replied at the same time.
"Sounds romantic, is it?" Nick's dad said, teasing us.
"First of all if it was, would I be watching it?" Nick said turning to his dad, "And second of all you should leave before I decide to sue you for public humiliation. I think I would win."
"In your wildest dreams." Mark mumbled on his way up the stairs. "Night kids."
"Public Humiliation?" I asked laughing to myself.
"You better watch out or I'll get you for assault. I'm on a roll tonight." He laughed, messing my hair. I turned to glare at him while I rearranged my disheveled hair. Happy with the results I turned back to the movie but soon I found out that I couldn't concentrate on the screen with Nick being a commentator; telling the people not to turn around and not to open a closet, not to answer the phone and not to leave the room to investigate any strange noises. Annoyed I put the empty popcorn bowl over his face and he sighed.
"I can't see the movie" he whined.
"It seems you already have now hush."
"Well if I stop breathing it's because I've been suffocated with a popcorn bowl and I don't want you to tell anyone how I died." He demanded, voice muffled by the bowl.
"Ooh everyone shall know and the Movie Zone will have plaque on their wall with the newspaper article entitled: BOY SUFFOCATES IN POPCORN BOWL AFTER LEARNING THEATER IS CLOSED. Then everyone will know how you died."
"Ha ha ha. Soooo fun-" I cut him off mid sentence with another sushhhh. A few minutes later we were both asleep. Sometime during the night Nick's dad sneaked into the living room with a camera and snapped a Polaroid of us sleeping. Across the bottom he wrote: Sue me and I will be forced to use this as blackmail.
I was brought back to the present by the downstairs phone ringing. I closed the scrapbook, put it back in the box, and ran downstairs to get the phone.
"Hello?" I said breathlessly.
"Ana?" My stomach got lodged in my throat when I realized it was Nick. "You sound out of breath. What are you doing?"
"I... was... running." I managed to say.
"From?" he sounded confused.
"To, to the phone. I left it in the kitchen earlier after dinner." My heart rate was slowing and my breathing was almost back to normal but my stomach remained near my lungs.
"Ooh, sorry. I just called to make sure you were coming to school tomorrow." he hesitated. "And I wanted to drive you there." He never usually did, I was always to school before him, living only 2 blocks away, but the thought that he wanted to drive me those two blocks made me smile.
"Sure. Don't rush or anything, I don't have to be early every day." Nick was not a morning person and he didn't like to get up early so I figured since I was riding with him, I wanted to make sure he was in a talking mood.
"I'll be there at 7:30," he assured me. Then he hesitated again, "Umm... I wasn't really sure you would pick up actually. I mean I didn't know if you wanted to talk to me or not."
"I told you I wasn't mad at you anymore, and to be honest I wasn't really that mad to begin with, just offended a little I guess." I informed him.
"No one can stay mad at me forever. But that's not what I meant... I meant that I didn't know if you would want to speak to me after... What I'm saying is-"
"I know what you're saying and I would never be mad at you for that." I replied, cutting him off, "It was really nice actually."
"Ooh well good, I thought so too."
"You know I'm dead meat though, right?"
"What do you mean?" He asked, confused again.
"Cyndle." That name sent shivers down my spine and I knew his mind was going to the same place mine was. The head cheerleader would be furious.
"Crap." He thought about it for a minute. "I would say that we could pretend it never happened, but I don't really want to." I silently jumped up and down. "And I would say forget about her, but no one forgets about her, so hmmm... for now at least just pretend that you forgot she liked me. If push comes to shove, literally, then Ill ask the wrestling team to pull her off you."
"OOh thank you!" Heavy sarcasm, even he didn't want to get between Cyndle and her prey. "Youve been sooo helpful, however shall I repay you?"
"You're welcome and another kiss would do the job." He laughed.
"Hah! If I'm not DEAD!!!"
"Well, yeah there is that one tiny little prob-"
"Goodnight Nickolas!"
"Goodnight Ana... umm... I love you." Click.
I lay in bed contemplating the horrors of the coming day, but not for long. Did he really love me? Did I love him? The questions buzzed through my head for a while and finally, before the sandman entirely claimed me I decided that I could answer the latter question at least. Yes, I did love him. I only hoped it would be enough to save me from the Wrath of Cyndle Jhonson.
Dear Diary,
Let's face it. When it comes to checkers I rule. When it comes to pouting I suck. Just about as much as the Hayes football team. Okay well maybe not that much, I at least won. So in that regard I would just like to take a second to say, "In your face, stupid composition book!" He apologized first, hehehe. I don't know I mean, looking back, I don't really think I was that mad at him, or I shouldn't have been. I mean I feel like thanking him for the whole bye-bye Tony thing but I guess I was just so mad that he just walked up and thought he ruled me or something. On a more serious note, I'm not sure anymore but I think I love him. Most girls say that their boyfriend is their best friend but mine actually is. Ooh my god... what are people going to say when they find out? Nick and I have become like the school mascot's for Best friends. No one thinks about Annabel Grey without thinking of Nickolas Altobelli and the other way round. If any of my friends see me without him in town, instantly, they ask if we are mad at each other. And Cyndel is never going to let me get away with this one, she's had a crush on Nick since he first moved here from Chicago. (Though why in the world anyone would move to Hayes Crossing from somewhere as great as Chicago beats me. I've asked him what it was like but he doesn't remember much). I'll have to wear a mask around school so she doesn't know its me. Any advise? No? Ooh wait, that's right! You can't TALK!!! Why do I pour my heart out to something that can't give me feedback? I have to go now, I have work to do.
Love, Ana
I stuffed the black and white notebook back in its resting place and scrambled off the bed. Walking to the closet I pulled my jacket off and threw it back on the floor in the edge of the hallway, I wouldn't need it in the closet because for some reason the small walk-in was always warmer than my room. I pulled the door open and stepped inside, waving my hand in the black air for the pull string. Finding and giving it a pull, I pulled down an old cardboard box from the top shelf. I pulled its dusty lid off and sifted through its contents finding what I wanted I replaced the lid. It was a scrap-book that Nick had made for my 16th birthday. He knew I didn't like presents and that anything he did give me would be carefully screened by my parents who would disapprove if it had harmed the environment in any way. I laughed as I imagined Nick cutting and pasting the photos into their meticulous places. He wasn't the scrap-book type. I flipped through the pages and watched myself grow up. Every picture in the book had me and Nick no matter what we were doing, we were smiling. He made me smile. My favorite picture was the last one. I remembered exactly what was going on because it was a historic Saturday. The Movie Zone was closed that Saturday for the big away game and it was raining so, to compromise, we rented movies and had a sleep over. It was at his house and we were both passed out on the couch after watching only half of the first movie, even though we had hours of movies planned out. It was his fault really.
He had put the first movie in, it was The Ring since we both were avid fans of horror films. He sprawled out comfortably on the couch and adjusted the pillow. I laid on the edge snuggling closer to him so that I wouldn't end up falling on the floor. He pulled the bowl of popcorn off the lamp table above his head and began stuffing as much as he could into his mouth so I cautioned him, "Hey you can keep packing it in your mouth or you can share, but either way I volunteer you to make the next bowl." He stopped, mouth full of popcorn.
"Ooh yeah?" he asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well then here have some" and with that he threw a handful in my face.
He was in for it. "Two can play at that game," I said snatching the bowl from is hands and proceeding to throw some in his face. He faked offense, his mouth hanging open.
"Miss. Grey! How rude! Now I'll have to show you the proper way to throw popcorn in someone's face." he replied reaching for the bowl. I pulled it safely behind my back and a wrestling match ensued. I can't tell you to this day who would have won had his parents not come home but we declared it a tie as we heard the keys in the door. Looking around the devastated living room we burst out laughing and ran back to our former positions on the couch and pretended to be enthralled in the movie. When Kelsey, Nick's mom, walked in the room she seemed oblivious to the mess, rolling her eyes and saying, "So the Movie Zone was closed was it?"
"First time in recallable history, today is one for the record books." I winked at her and turned back to the movie.
"Why Kelsey dear," said Mark, Nick's really cute dad who was the only lawyer in town, "It seems as if we've had a break-in. Neither of you kids would happen to know anything about this mess, would you?" Heavy Sarcasm.
"Nope. We came home and it was like this." Nick quickly lied a smirk spreading across his face.
Mark rolled his eyes. "What are you two watching?"
"The Ring." We replied at the same time.
"Sounds romantic, is it?" Nick's dad said, teasing us.
"First of all if it was, would I be watching it?" Nick said turning to his dad, "And second of all you should leave before I decide to sue you for public humiliation. I think I would win."
"In your wildest dreams." Mark mumbled on his way up the stairs. "Night kids."
"Public Humiliation?" I asked laughing to myself.
"You better watch out or I'll get you for assault. I'm on a roll tonight." He laughed, messing my hair. I turned to glare at him while I rearranged my disheveled hair. Happy with the results I turned back to the movie but soon I found out that I couldn't concentrate on the screen with Nick being a commentator; telling the people not to turn around and not to open a closet, not to answer the phone and not to leave the room to investigate any strange noises. Annoyed I put the empty popcorn bowl over his face and he sighed.
"I can't see the movie" he whined.
"It seems you already have now hush."
"Well if I stop breathing it's because I've been suffocated with a popcorn bowl and I don't want you to tell anyone how I died." He demanded, voice muffled by the bowl.
"Ooh everyone shall know and the Movie Zone will have plaque on their wall with the newspaper article entitled: BOY SUFFOCATES IN POPCORN BOWL AFTER LEARNING THEATER IS CLOSED. Then everyone will know how you died."
"Ha ha ha. Soooo fun-" I cut him off mid sentence with another sushhhh. A few minutes later we were both asleep. Sometime during the night Nick's dad sneaked into the living room with a camera and snapped a Polaroid of us sleeping. Across the bottom he wrote: Sue me and I will be forced to use this as blackmail.
I was brought back to the present by the downstairs phone ringing. I closed the scrapbook, put it back in the box, and ran downstairs to get the phone.
"Hello?" I said breathlessly.
"Ana?" My stomach got lodged in my throat when I realized it was Nick. "You sound out of breath. What are you doing?"
"I... was... running." I managed to say.
"From?" he sounded confused.
"To, to the phone. I left it in the kitchen earlier after dinner." My heart rate was slowing and my breathing was almost back to normal but my stomach remained near my lungs.
"Ooh, sorry. I just called to make sure you were coming to school tomorrow." he hesitated. "And I wanted to drive you there." He never usually did, I was always to school before him, living only 2 blocks away, but the thought that he wanted to drive me those two blocks made me smile.
"Sure. Don't rush or anything, I don't have to be early every day." Nick was not a morning person and he didn't like to get up early so I figured since I was riding with him, I wanted to make sure he was in a talking mood.
"I'll be there at 7:30," he assured me. Then he hesitated again, "Umm... I wasn't really sure you would pick up actually. I mean I didn't know if you wanted to talk to me or not."
"I told you I wasn't mad at you anymore, and to be honest I wasn't really that mad to begin with, just offended a little I guess." I informed him.
"No one can stay mad at me forever. But that's not what I meant... I meant that I didn't know if you would want to speak to me after... What I'm saying is-"
"I know what you're saying and I would never be mad at you for that." I replied, cutting him off, "It was really nice actually."
"Ooh well good, I thought so too."
"You know I'm dead meat though, right?"
"What do you mean?" He asked, confused again.
"Cyndle." That name sent shivers down my spine and I knew his mind was going to the same place mine was. The head cheerleader would be furious.
"Crap." He thought about it for a minute. "I would say that we could pretend it never happened, but I don't really want to." I silently jumped up and down. "And I would say forget about her, but no one forgets about her, so hmmm... for now at least just pretend that you forgot she liked me. If push comes to shove, literally, then Ill ask the wrestling team to pull her off you."
"OOh thank you!" Heavy sarcasm, even he didn't want to get between Cyndle and her prey. "Youve been sooo helpful, however shall I repay you?"
"You're welcome and another kiss would do the job." He laughed.
"Hah! If I'm not DEAD!!!"
"Well, yeah there is that one tiny little prob-"
"Goodnight Nickolas!"
"Goodnight Ana... umm... I love you." Click.
I lay in bed contemplating the horrors of the coming day, but not for long. Did he really love me? Did I love him? The questions buzzed through my head for a while and finally, before the sandman entirely claimed me I decided that I could answer the latter question at least. Yes, I did love him. I only hoped it would be enough to save me from the Wrath of Cyndle Jhonson.
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