Okay so I know I haven't posted on my last story in a long time… I just don't really know where it was going or how to continue.

This is a two part story, the second part is almost done, so it should be posted soon enough, that is if people actually read the first part and comment…

I got this idea from reading something online about diaries and what not. I don't think anyone has done it… well I hope not. And my bad if someone did. I haven't come across anything like it so yeah. Anyways it's a typical S/D get together. Just a different way. I do not own sailor moon.

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Oh god, no no no no….Where did I put it??? I shuffled through my bag for the third time in a row, and apparently my luck had run out on the busy Tokyo streets, as someone bumped my shoulder roughly. Not only did the bump cause me to drop my bag, but it also allowed for all of the contents to go spewing about on the ground. Just great, this adds the cherry on top of my fantastic day. I quickly gathered my things so that they would not get killed by the many pedestrians around me.

Now where did I last see it? I had it this morning, and then went to the café, then a walk around the park. Did I have it after the café?

Everything that was anything was in it. And I had lost it. Completely gone. Vanished into thin air and I had not a clue where to look for it, well I had clues, I just didn't know where I wanted to start. Why did I have to lose it today, after what I wrote? I grabbed my stuff, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and heading for the park first, Maybe it fell out of my bag while I was walking.

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An all too bubbly blonde skipped into her favorite hangout place. She plopped down on one of the empty stools at waited to be noticed; she wanted her milkshake. It was then she noticed a notebook lying on the floor. She quickly bent down and picked it up. Thinking it was simply someone's notes she opened it up looking for a name. The first page had two words scribbled in the middle of the page, Darien Chiba.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Andrew bid farewell to other customers and made a b-line straight for her. She closed the book as quickly as she could, without trying to be too obvious about it.

"What's that Serena?" Andrew questioned.

"Ummm. Nothing at all Don't worry about it. Can I get a chocolate milkshake please?"

Eyeing her suspiciously he continued his questioning, "Sure, but first you have to tell me what you have there. Is it your diary or something?"

"Or something… I guess. You know your favorite customer is waiting for her milkshake still? PLLLLEEEAASSSSE."

" Okay, okay… fine, but I am not dropping this completely."

Andrew left her to her biddings, while he prepared her favorite treat, thinking about the strange behavior exhibited by the girl. Shaking his head in defeat he turned around to give her the milkshake. He must of surprised her for when he set it down on the counter, she jumped quite high.

"Sheesh Andrew you don't have to kill me before I get my milkshake" She said jokingly.

"Not my fault you weren't paying attention."

She stuck her tongue out at him and sipped on the milkshake that was placed in front of her. She had stowed the mystery notebook in her bag when Andrew was looking away, but was dying to read what was in there. She had the inclination that it Darien's diary and that made her want to read the notebook even more. Yes, she knew it was wrong, and understood she was invading his privacy, but she couldn't help it. She wanted so badly to know what her thought about her. The truth was that she has had a major crush on him since she had thrown her failing test paper at his head. Perhaps she even loved the man. The guy was gorgeous, who would not fall for him.

Reality hit her then, did she really want to know what he thought about her? Didn't their almost daily spats tell her what he thought of her? She glanced down at the bag and was suddenly quite saddened by this information. What if he really did think she was just some wimp? After thinking about it long and hard she decided she wanted to know regardless.

She grabbed the remaining half milkshake and went to the back of the café. She sat down and gingerly removed the object, seemingly afraid that it would bite her. She opened to the first page once again and read the name just to be sure, Darien Chiba. She inhaled a deep breath and flipped the page.

Dear notebook,

Yes, I just said notebook, diary is a girly word, and considering I am not a girl I shall refer to this as a notebook of thoughts. Andrew had recommended I start writing stuff down since I never talk to anyone and I suppose he is right. What exactly do you put in a diary notebook of thoughts? Are you suppose to write about your day, or your feelings of utter loneliness..

I suppose I will start with my day, it was quite eventful. I was hit in the head with a piece of paper. People wouldn't think that would hurt but it did, I swear. Anyways I found out it was thrown by some underclassman. I have seen her around school, she constantly has klutz attacks and rumor is that she is never on time for anything. What is the world coming to? I thought school was important to everyone; I am apparently incorrect in my assumptions. I suppose…

That was the end of the first journal. She debated once again whether or not she should continue with the next page. She decided she wanted to see some more, but before flipping to the next page she wanted to see how many entries he had in the book. She found that half of the notebook was full and there was no way she was going to read all of it. Skimming was her only option, so she took it with glee.

I found out her name is Serena. Suites her I suppose. She hit me with her shoe today, which hurt a lot more than the paper. Think she is pretty inconsiderate to be throwing shoes around. Got an A on the test I had….

She flipped the page

She is infuriating. Immature and lazy it seems. She speaks intelligently, but doesn't do well on tests period. Maybe she is just stupid. Anyways Andrew invited me over for a party today…

Another flip

Even her friends constantly make fun of her. She seems to be struggling with everything. Our daily fights have become somewhat of a bore…it's like she has lost some of her spite. But she is still always smiling, it's almost disgusting how happy she is…

Serena was interrupted by a load crash behind the counter, she looked up to see Andrew had dropped a glass. She made eye contact with him, he gave her the 'my bad' look and shrugged. Deeming that Andrew was fine she went back to her reading.

Her wailing must be the worst sound ever. Who has that much air in their lungs, and can get their voice so high pitched? I swear she could break glass with that voice some times.

Flip.

I deemed her Meatball head. I think it suites her hairstyle. It really does look like meatballs, and she probably has spaghetti for brains.

That did it. She slammed the book shut. She had started crying at some point but stop the remaining tears that were threatening to over flow. He really thought she was an idiot. Every insult he ever threw her way was true. She couldn't read it anymore. She walked solemnly to the counter and debated whether to give the book to Andrew or not. So caught up in her debating she failed to notice the newest customer walk in.

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Ugh, it wasn't anywhere in the park. It has to be here… okay where did I sit…

I looked to the stool where I sat this morning and low and behold who was there. My meatball head! I was extremely pleased to say the least. I hadn't seen her all day and I needed someone to brighten my day. It was then I noticed what was in her hand. Oh crap.. this is not good.

I walked nonchalantly to the counter and tapped her on the shoulder. She looked startled at first but then I noticed something in her eyes….fear maybe, and some sadness?

"Umm I think you have something that belongs to me Meatball head, don't you know it is rude to take other people's stuff?"

There was no retort, no witty remark; Just a silent nod of her head as she handed the notebook back to me.

Success!

"What no remark today meatball brains? Even I thought you could still speak somewhat intelligently."

That apparently did it. She turned on heel and ran from the café without a glance back. I looked at the now empty spot where her body once stood… What the…was I too harsh?

I looked down at the notebook and flipped to the last few pages.

She is gorgeous. I don't think she knows. And she is graceful too, sometimes.

Flip

I don't think she gets that her klutz attacks are what make me think I have a chance. They show me she is not a divine god of which I cannot get to. She is human and perhaps one day she will be mine.

Flip

What I wouldn't do to just see her smile at me like she does with everyone else. What I wouldn't do to see love in her eyes instead of hate when she looks at me. I suppose I should give up. When does the lonely boy every get the beautiful girl?

Flipping to the last page,

I have come to one conclusion today. I love her. I love my meatball head.

I smiled as I re-read the words, I did a quick flip of the beginning of the notebook and it was then I realized something. The first several pages were wet. And recently too. I opened the notebook up to the forth entry and saw that the wet drops were scattered on the page, but not near the edge. It was then I noticed the position of my face and the mysterious wet spots… They line up with my eyes…tears?

I dropped the book as realization dawned on me. She had read it. And she had read the worst parts too. Without a second thought I picked up the discarded book and threw it in my bag and raced out the door.

Where to look? Where would she go? I decided the park would probably be the best place to look first so without a thought I started running in the direction that I needed to.

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She ran through the park and found a secluded bench to just sit in. She didn't need this right now, she had a test tomorrow.

"I hate him."

It was repeated several times, but it wasn't making her feel any better. She didn't hate him. She never could.