The Diary / ON HOLD

The Diary: Chapter Four

Dear Diary,

Sorry I didnt get the chance to write yesterday, I was at the beach all day with Derek. I mostly tanned and he surfed, nothing special. Today Im helping Mom with her fundraiser for the Mayor's Board to help get us a new town square. Yeah, we live in a small town out by the coast, so everyone knows everyone here, and if you arent going to the fundraiser, you are an outsider. Mom does it every year... Maybe this year it will be a success..

Crossing my fingers.

xoxo

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I was about to go downstairs and strangle whoever was ringing that doorbell. I was going to grasp my hands around their neck, push them up against the brick post on my porch, and-

"Sade! Get that!" I heard Cain yell. Sometimes I loved my brother so much. Note the sarcasm. I felt like strangling the world today. I quickly struggled to push the incredibly heavy comforters off of my legs. Tossing my diary omto my desk, I heard the doorbell again. Whoever it was, I had to give them a point for persistance.

"Sadie! Get up and get the door!" my mom screeched from her office.

I gave a loud and disturbing groan, "Im trying!"

"Obviously not hard enough!" she hollered. I rolled my eyes, slipped on my slippers, making my way downstairs and to the door that Cain obviously had no intention of getting.

Running my hands through my hair, I opened the door widely.

"What?" I snapped, looking up at Joey.

Wait... Joey? Suddenly, I felt my arms go into action by themselves, and slam the door in his face. Joey Truman was just standing on my doorstep and I slammed the door in his face, and the first thing I thought of was not of my manners, but of my hair.

I stumbled to the mirror, tucking in my tee and brushing my hair with my fingers. A quick fix, but it would do.

Slowly and awkwardly, I opened the door, "Haha, hey there." Joey stood casually on the porch, with a breath-taking smirk awarding himself an A for hotness. Thats the thing about Joey that I liked so much- he didnt wear a player smirk, he wore a genuinely playful one. He was so sweet.

"Oh, good morning sunshine! Are you having doorbell problems?" he flashed a smile at me, stuffing his hands in his pockets. I grinned back, shaking my head dreamily. "Well, I was just wondering if you had that set list for Astor's performance at the fundraiser next month. My mom really needs it quick so the band will have some time to learn the songs you chose," he said, glancing at his watch and frowning. "Crap, Im gonna be late for work. Do you have the set list ready?"

Play it cool, Sadie. "Err, yeah. But I, um, I wrote in a notebook, and I cant rip it out.. I mean I would but if I, um, if I did the notebook would fall apart. Should I, err, just give you the notebook?" I stuttered. Nice, Sade, nice job. Glancing at his watch again, Joey just nodded, and I went sprinting up the stairs.

Notebook... Which notebook did I write it in? I have about a thousand notebooks all filled with set lists and other plans for the fundraiser. Crap. Hes gonna be late Sadie! Hurry up!

Dashing to my desk, I pulled a crate filled with books from when I was little that I was planning on giving away out from under my desk, and dumped them out in the middle of my floor. I laid my arm down on the desk sideways, and swiped all of the books into the crate. That should be good. It was on the first page of one of these, so it didnt matter.

Sprinting down the steps, the crate bobbing in front of me, I stiffly handed it to Joey. He flashed me a quick (yet stunning) smile, and yelled, "Thanks Sade!" over his shoulder.

I watched him drive away.

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"We are going to miss the movie, Sade! Its popcorn, it should not be the center of your speratic OCD malfunctions!" Derek hollered in my ear as I made sure almost every piece of popcorn was evenly buttered.

"I like butter." Stating it that simply left Derek with wide eyes and a guppy mouth. Once I was satisfied, I followed Dereks figure down the stairs and down the long corridor to our movie room. It was basically an in home movie theater.

Derek plopped down right at the end of our big, black, fluffy sofa and began flipping through the channels on TV to see when our favorite movie, Jungle Riot, was coming on. Apparently, we still had five minutes so wile Derek handled the intense decision of leaving his socks on or off, I made aimless conversation.

"Joey stopped by yesterday," I swooned. Derek raised an eyebrow at me and sniggered.

"What!?" I exclaimed, throwing up my hands. Derek sighed, and stretched his arm out around the back of the couch and my shoulders.

"Truman?" he asked, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. I nodded happily. "He's alright I guess... Kinda shady sometimes, which I dont understand. He acts like he has a dark side or something. Anyways... Him being Harper's brother doesnt make you feel weird though? Wait, dont answer that, I already know the answer. It doesnt. See, Sade? Your so.. so.." Derek trailed off, looking into my eyes. I squinted a bit, giving him a confused look. "Your cute, Seashell," Der chuckled, using his favorite nickname for me. "Too cute. That innocent, new to the world, puppy kind of cute, you know?" Der laughed again, shaking his head wearily.

"Wait, what do you-" I began.

"ITS ON!" Der exclaimed, claiming his popcorn, squishing me closer to him, and bouncing like a five year old. "Jungle Riot, Jungle Riot, Jungle Riot-" he chanted, leaving me questioning his words in my head.

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