Prologue
Dear Diary, 10/05/06
I can't believe it! I was just spending a nice quiet afternoon in the park, trying to forget about Mark (of course the girls didn't know that we had broken up – I'd tell them we had broken up when hell froze over), when all of a sudden, WHOOSH! I heard a sound behind me. Then, before I know it, I'm encased in a one-armed backwards sort of hug.
"It's been a while, Zoey!"
"Dren!"
"I've missed you, honey."
"I'm not your honey!" My hand was just about to strike him, but he was too quick and grabbed it. I struggled to break free.
"Since we're together again," he whispered into my ear, "how about we have some fun?"
"Have some fun?"
He put his hands around my waist. "Let's see. Why don't we start with kissing? Yum!"
"I don't think so!" I yelled.
I could feel his breath in my ear. "We have a special relationship."
"No we don't! Let go of me!"
"I don't think so." His lips brushed my cheek. I hate to admit it, but they were soft and warm. "Admit it Zoey. You'd love a little vacation. And I have the perfect place. Come with me."
"I don't think so!"
"There's a lot you don't think, Zoey. Like the fact that maybe I'm not as bad as I look. After all, you can't judge a book by its' cover."
"Maybe I misjudged you. But that doesn't mean I want to go on a date with you."
"Why don't you find out if that's true? Spend some time with me. Get to know me. I can almost guarantee you'll like what you find."
"Oh…Okay," I heard myself say.
So that's what happened. Before I knew it, Dren had picked me up and we were flying over town. We didn't stop until we were deep in the woods behind Café Mew Mew.
"What are we doing here?" I asked.
"Just watch," he answered with a sly smile as he put me down. Then he waved his hand and all of a sudden, a huge house appeared. "Welcome to my hideout. Pretty convenient, eh?" He opened the door for me like a perfect gentleman. Not quite sure what I would find inside, I walked in.