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"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" yelled a familiar voice, awakening Mark from his deep sleep. He instantly looked up and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the silhouette of a person in his doorway.

"W-wha..." he muttered, squinting at the shadow.

"Had a rough night?" asked the person, stepping into the light.

"ETHAN! PRIVACY!" roared Mark, finally seeing who the person was.

"Just asking!" Ethan laughed, slowly walking backwards out of the room. Mark glanced over at Amy. Luckily none of her... parts... had been exposed to Ethan's prying eye. Mark remembered the previous night. After they got out of the shower, they had just laid in each other's arms for a while, but Amy wanted what happened in the shower to continue. They had suppressed their moans for quite some time, and they hoped they had been successful, but apparently not. Mark first made sure Ethan was gone, then got out from under the covers and stretched, gasping internally as cold, cold air hit his body. Mark gently shook Amy awake.

"Hey, you sleep like a rock." he whispered into her ear.

"Mark, you're naked." she whispered back, a smile on her lips. Mark smirked and pointed at Amy's chest.

"You're naked, too." he replied, then stepped over to the closet to throw on some pants and and a shirt. Amy waited until he had left before getting out of bed, wrapping the blanket around her naked body. She crept over to Mark's bedside drawer and took out the diary.

Today me and Amy did the thing again. It was pretty nice, if I say so myself. I just can't believe the amazing girlfriend I got. She supports me with whatever I do, she is such a kind person, and of course, she is beautiful.

Amy let her jaw drop. Mark cared about her a lot. Well, Amy already knew that, but-

"AAAAAAAAAMY!" hollered Kathryn from downstairs.

"Coming!" yelled Amy, quickly shoving the diary back into the drawer. She threw on some clothes and rushed down, combing her fingers through her hair. What she did not notice was that the bedside drawer that the diary was in had been left open slightly.

"What happened here?" breathed Amy. Smoke filled the room, and Mark and Ethan were waving dish towels over a plate of something on the kitchen counter.

"Great job, Tyler," was all Kathryn said to the huddled figure in the corner of the kitchen.

"Ah, Amy! Finally put some clothes on, eh?" called Ethan, smirking. Mark swatted him in the arm with his towel.

"Tyler tried at breakfast again. This time, it was oatmeal." explained Kathryn.

"W-wha-HOW DO YOU SCREW UP OATMEAL?!" Amy blurted.

"...water was too hot..." whispered a shaking Tyler.

"How... ALRIGHT ya know what, it's okay, accidents happen, but couldn't this be a great video? We can teach Tyler how to cook!" said Amy. The smoke had cleared, and Ethan was cleaning the poor bowl that had to suffer through the disastrous oats.

"Let's start planning!" said Mark when no one else spoke up. Tyler gave a slow nod.

Everyone got situated in the editing area as Mark went upstairs to get his laptop. Suddenly everyone heard him say,

"Umm... what is this?"