Monday~

Marik Ishtar sat at his desk and stared blankly down at his notebook. The first four pages were filled with little doodles. Bottles and trees and people and swirls, those kinds of doodles. The blonde closed his book and stood up as the bell rang, ending the class and finally shutting his teacher up. He slung his bag over his shoulder and lost himself down the hall in the flood of students.

Back in Marik's science class, a lonely little notebook sat on the floor. This wasnt the one he was just doodling in, it was one that had fallen out of his bag. If Marik had know it had fallen out he would have killed anyone who saw it, because this notebook could very well end his life if anyone saw what was inside.

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A tall, lean figure took its seat in a battered desk at the back of the room. Its black sleeved arm snaked down to the floor, retrieving a purple notebook off the ground. Opening to the first page, wide eyes skimmed the words, then snapped the book shut. The book was stuffed in a backpack, as a smug smirk worked its way across the figures face.

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Global wasnt much different for the Egyptian boy. It was boring, there were a lot of notes to take and all he did was doodle anyway. Luckily in that class was his ever amusing friend Yugi Moto, who would write notes to Marik or make faces if the teacher wasn't looking. As another long fifty minutes passed and the bell rang again, Yugi pulled Marik out of the class and was chatting animatedly down the hall as they walked off to lunch.

"Marik, have you thought about who your asking to homecoming? This friday is the game, and saturday is the dance. Im going to ask Tea, i really am this year. I know I said I would last year... but it was just, not the right time. This year, I'll do it. And if I don't, you'll do it for me wont you?" He laughed at the last part as we walked in the doors and took our seats at our usual table.

"Yugi, you know I'm even worse then you around women, and thats definately saying something. Hey its about time you showed up Ryou," the blonde smiled as his other best friend came to sit with them at their table.

"Sorry guys! I slept in this morning, so Bakura was out while I was asleep," The white haired boy smiled and touched the ring around his neck. The other two smiled back and dug into their lunches.

The rest of the day passed with out incedent.

Marik flopped on the couch when he arrived home. It was the perfect time to add another page to his special notebook. This journal of his had hundreds of pages, filled with his deepest thoughts, daily logs and drawings. Everything Marik held dear to him was in this notebook. And by that, it means this was the only other thing on the whole planet who knew Marik was actually gay. He'd of course ask a girl to homecoming, but he could never let anyone find out he didn't care for women. They were bitches half the time, and guys were far better partners as far as he was concerned. Not to mention a lot of them were really cute.

This journal, also, knew who Marik had a crush on. Maybe crush isn't even the right word. You can have a crush on any one. There was someone who Marik hadn't gone a day with out thinking about since he met him. Someone who was sometimes the very reason Marik woke up sometimes. If it sounds cheesy, thats probably because it is. But thats exactly how he felt. He would love this boy better then anyone ever could, if he got the chance. He grabbed his bag off the floor and looked in the front pouch.
The front pouch that was open.
The front pouch that was empty.
The front pouch that was supposed to hold his journal. That always had his journal.

With out panicking on the outside, he looked through every concievable part of his bag. No purple notebook. He hadn't gone to his locker today, that was not a possibility. But it was also not a possibility it fell out of his bag. That was NOT an option. Oh yes, by the way. The front page did clearly state (as all cliche notebooks about crushes are supposed to have) that it was "MARIK ISHTAR'S JOURNAL. DO NOT TOUCH! FULL OF SECRETS" No, it was around here some where. It would turn up, it had to. It was not lost at school where anyone could find it and read it. That was definately not what had happened. He sank to the floor, on the edge of tears and hung his head. Crap. Like he would get that lucky.

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One lamp shone in the darkend room. A lonely figure had spend the last hour engrossed in this notebook. It was a collection of diary entries and pages and pages of hearts. It was written in the lines that the writer is gay. (The first page had almost screamed that it's author was Marik Ishtar. Ah, I know that boy...) At Domino high, gay is the one thing you never want to be.

[Exerpt from the first few pages the book theif has read]

Hello journal,

It seems I've done it again. My dear friend Yugi, whom I'd do anything for, has set me up with a girl at school. He likes to take me along when he hangs out with Tea, so it doesnt feel awkward to him. I hate doing that. Because the girl is always kinda nice and I'm lying. Saying I'm straight is a huge lie, and its the worst lie out there. Unfortunately, I'll have to deal with this lie for the longest time. I've been doing this since middle school. And even if Yugi is my best friend, I cant tell him I'm gay.

But there is this guy...Should I tell you? Yes, Because it's not like anyone will see this. I seem to have fallen hard for this guy. I couldn't tell you his name yet. If i told you every time i had a crush, this book would be filled with names. So, instead, I'll wait to see how much I like him in a while. However, I already think there's something different about him. He's... Not what i usually fall for. I like tall guys, strong guys, the guys who look dangerous. (Is this my masochistic side? I can never really tell) This guy, hes rather short. Hes fragile looking, and he's one of the sweetest, most caring guys I've ever still, from the moment I heard his voice, this kid had my attention. And I havent stopped thinking of him since.

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Murr, lost notebook cliche anyone? :P It just kinda... wrote its self. Well I did, but im wearing awesome goggles right now so I dont think it counts. (Why? o.O I'm not sure. But hey, I have googles. Thats pretty cool right?~^.^~) I hope it still interested you. Thanks for reading!