"Dear Diary,
It started shortly after Tokyo. He'd do just little things here and there, that were very flirtatious. He'd do or say something, adding a simple move of the eyebrows, making a more suggestive approach to the conversation. The worst part, he only does it to ME. I can say one thing, completely innocently, and he'll turn it into a vastly inappropriate comment. The icing on the cake? I actually...sort of...like it. It makes me blush, and embarrasses me, but it makes my heart flutter at the same time.
The problem is...I don't WANT to like it. I know that over the years, I've built up a reputation of hating him, and I can't let people think I'm going soft. No matter how I try to avoid it, or how carefully I speak, he finds a way around it. He's also been following me around constantly. It's been driving me crazy!
But for some reason, today, on Christmas, when he'd hardly talked to me at all, it...hurt. It felt like I'd been stabbed in the chest when I'd seen everyone receive a gift from him, but me. I would have asked him, but I wouldn't want him to know I care. He'd never let it go. I just know...hang on, there's a knock on my door."
Raven stood from her bed and made her way to the door, opening it slowly. Looking down, she say a small box wrapped in blue wrapping paper, the same color as her robe. Raising an eyebrow, she looked left and right down the hall. Seeing nobody around, she shrugged and grabbed the box from the ground.
Sitting on her bed, box in lap, she reached for the lid, hesitating slightly. She held her breath as the lid was lifted, not knowing what to expect. She looked into the box, seeing a small kitten, looking up at her with the infamous "the face". Releasing the breath, she smiled slightly, lifting the kitten from the box. The kitten mewled lightly, burying itself tightly in her grasp. She let out a light laugh, rolling the kitten over and tickling the belly.
"Dear Diary,
Maybe he's not as bad as I thought."