The Diary of Jane

Thirsty are we?

Dear Diary, 

I've made the most important discovery of my life. It's only in the mysterious equation of love that any logical reasons can be found.Never had I thought that I'd ever fall in love, let alone with one of my closest friends. I wonder at what point love became so trivial. Real love is when you ignore your wants or needs and put the one you love before yourself. Real love seems quite hard to achieve but it makes it all worth while doesn't it? It can change a person, make them believe in themselves more? I don't know. 

--Jane 

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I jogged down the stairs in my black shorts, a white tank top and converse. My high ponytail bounced behind me as I jogged down the hall to the kitchen. Pushing the door open, I entered and headed for the basement door. 

I jogged down the stairs, making sure to turn the light on as I went down. I walked into the middle of the basement and over to our exercise and training equipment. Wrapping black wraps around my hands, I walked over and turned on the stereo by the wall and walked towards the hanging punching bag as one of my mix CD's started to play. I stretched my shoulders a couple of times, along with my neck before I started bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet and moving around the punching bag a little. The adrenaline started to course through my body and I felt pumped. Moving towards the bag, I threw a left punch to the bag before throwing out a right one and another left one, then a right side kick. My punches and kicks became faster and faster until I got into a rhythm and pattern. I kept the pattern up for a while until I felt my energy starting to give. Wanting to quit this work out with a major move, I spun around and delivered a left roundhouse kick to the center of the bag, making it shake violently before I grabbed it and steadied it. Sweat poured down my face as I walked over and took the wraps off my hands. Putting them back, I turned around and headed up the stairs. 
I walked through the basement door and headed straight over to the fridge for a cold bottle of water. Taking one out, I closed the door and leaned against the counter as I gulped half of the bottle down. Taking a rest, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, moving it around a little. 

"Thirsty, are we?" came Damon's taunting voice from behind me. I opened my eyes and turned around to see him sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and a plate of breakfast foods in front of him. Grinning at him, I walked over and sat down in the chair next to him. 

"Yep!" I exclaimed as I stole a piece of bacon off his plate and ate it. 

"Hey! That was mine!" he said, pulling his plate away from me so I couldn't get anymore. I laughed at him and shook my head. 

"How old are we?And how'd you get in here?" I asked. He shot me a glare as he took a big bite out of his toast. I laughed at him and shook my head before standing up. 

"Wait, I want to give you something,” Damon said. “Close your eyes.” 

I did as he told me too and waited but nothing happened and I heard no movement. 

“Damon your still here right?” There was no answer. “Damon?” 

“Okay, open your eyes.” When I did Damon was holding a necklace. It had a silver chain and pale pendant. He put it around my neck and I looked down at it. 

“What’s this for?” 

“Just something to prove to you that I’m not all bad.” 

I smiled and inched upwards to kiss his cheek. 

“I never thought you were all bad.” 

He put his hand under my chin and lifted my head up to face him. He inched down and I inched up. Very slowly our lips met. Never in my life had my heart raced that way, never had so many butterflies fluttered madly in my stomach and never had I felt so many fireworks. It was soft yet needy. He pulled away and I wasn’t at all surprised to see him smirking.