Author Note: I am actually looking for the story described in this story but thought it would be fun to write a journal from Bella complaining about not being able to find it. I'm new to sharing what I write and this is very rough so yeah. I should also mention here that I don't own Twilight or the characters, that all belongs to Stephanie Meyer. Also, the other stories listed in this are actual stories I've read and enjoyed and thought I'd plug them. The Authors of these are quite talented.

The Daily Grind by letmesign .net/s/5037150/1

The Diner by Jessypt .net/s/5709380/1/

Check them out once done here! I love both these stories!

Now onto The Journal Entry... Enjoy!

Dear Journal,
I've been looking for a story. I couldn't remember the name of it so I asked
Edward if he would help me. but he wasn't helpful AT ALL. Maybe I'll feel better
after a vent about it. It's annoying. He was fully distracting me the whole time
we were reading through this particular story and now I can't remember the
name of it with my perfect recall because I never saw the screen to know what
the title was. My "not so helpful husband" decided he'd read that one out
instead. GRRRR!
"Hey Edward do you remember what the name of that story was about us?" He
asks me which story so I tell him, "The one where I owned my own
cafe/library/bakery and I would make a different special cupcake each day and I
can't remember if it was Alice or Angela that wrote an inspiring thought on a
board out the front. I meet you through the cafe and Emmet is my brother and
co-owner of the cafe and he falls for Rose and we all go back to my parents
house for Christmas and Charlie makes you sleep on the sofa bed and we do
naughy things in the closet in that room, I thought it was "The Diner" but I've re
read it and nope and then I thought it was "The Daily Grind" but nope not it
either and so now I've been trawling through the pages looking for this story coz
it's doing my head in and can't find it! Gah! You're a vampire, you've got perfect
recall so help me out please! He laughed. No seriously, he stood there and
guffawed at me while clutching at his stomach. So much for his help. I walked
away and went to sulk. Hopefully I'll remember the name of it soon or find it in
the archives soon because I really want to read it again. Call me sick or crazy but
after the story of our love was published and made into movies I kinda enjoyed
reading what stories the rest of the world came up with for us. The imaginations
were amazing and I loved reading them. Oh well, it's almost time for Nessies
dinner so I'm off for now. Thanks journal for listening to me rant about my "not
so helpful husband."

Bella.