A/N: And here begins the real drama. Haha. Enjoy!
Insanity, Thy Name is Caitlyn: A Pointless Diary
June 7th, 2010 (5:31 PM)
DRAMA ALERT!
Nate refuses to admit he did anything wrong. He and Ella didn't even acknowledge each other in HIS CLASS. It was weird. On top of that Tess and Peggy are still not talking. I'm starting to see Tess's resentment about Peggy winning the Final Jam. I'm beginning to think Tess is jealous of Peggy, and Peggy just seems frustrated that Tess can't let it go. It's sort of sad. Tess is almost on the right track. The only thing holding her back is this thing with Peggy. OH, and Shane HATES Mitchie's back up band friends.
*clears throat*
Speaking of Mitchie's band friends…
One of them looks exactly like Declan from "Leap Year." Okay, not exactly, but he's scruffy, has blue eyes, and an Irish accent. Yep. His name? Taylor. Is it terrible to have a crush on two guys at the same time? Cause I do. Jason and now Taylor.
But back to the drama.
I'm this close to smacking EVERYONE! Seriously.
Shane just needs to get over himself and trust Mitchie. Nate needs to apologize. Tess needs to get over Peggy's win.
AND THEY ALL NEED A SMACK!
Ugh, I'm beginning to think Jason and I are the only sane ones. We're the only ones who are DRAMA FREE. Being drama free is so nice. Plus since we're the only ones without drama we spend a lot of time together. That's always awesome. Speak of the devil…
"Caity!"
(Yes I'm back to writing things down as I talk to people)
"Hey, Jase!"
"What's with you and the journ—"
"Diary. It's a diary."
"Ah, got it. Journal's the wimpy name, right?"
(HE GETS IT! YAY!)
"Right!"
"Then what's up with you and the diary?"
"My cousin gave it to me as an outlet."
"Okay, but you don't actually have to write in it, you know."
"Yes I do! How else will Lottie know what I was like?"
Crap, I said that out loud. I meant to write that down.
He grins at me like he's amused. Gah, he's so adorable.
"Lottie?"
"Um, yes, Lottie."
"And Lottie is?"
"My future daughter. Don't judge me."
"Caity, you're writing down our conversation as it happens. If I haven't judged you yet…I think you're safe."
And cue my blush. That's mildly embarrassing. What am I supposed to say to that?
"So, you named your future daughter Lottie?"
"Charlotte, Lottie for short."
"I like it. So, the diary is for her?"
"Yeah, I didn't like the idea of writing down my life for a non existent audience. It just felt wrong."
He chuckled, "Makes sense to me."
"Really? Cause Mitchie thinks I'm a little ridiculous."
"No way, It gives the diary a point. I like it."
"Finally, someone gets it."
Oh no, dang it. Here comes Nate to ruin my Jason time. Darn you, Nate Black!
"Hey guys."
"Hey…Nate."
Did Jason sound disappointed? xD
I think he did!
"Hey, Nate."
"So…what's—Caitlyn?"
"Yep?"
"What are you writing?"
"Our conversation."
"For what?"
"Her future daughter."
And this is why I have a thing for Jason.
"Um…okay. Anyway, what's up?"
"Just enjoying being drama free."
"I'm drama free."
I laughed. So did Jason. When another person laughs with me I don't feel so bad.
"What? I am!"
This is where I roll my eyes. "Seriously, Nate? You and Ella won't even LOOK at each other. I call that drama."
"She's the one who yelled at me."
Jason rolled his eyes too. "Yes, because you told her 'your song is good, but here's how to fix it.' Who wouldn't yell at you?"
"I was just trying to help."
He looked confused. It was as if he had no idea what went wrong, and it suddenly hit me. He really DID have no idea.
"Nate, you don't hear yourself when you 'make suggestions,' do you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You come off…condescending. Like everything the other person did was wrong and they shouldn't ever question your advice."
"Well, they probably shouldn't."
And now I'm glaring at him. He's smirking like he's joking…but this is totally not the time.
"Okay, I get it. You think that I'm not nice enough, right?"
Jason snorted, "Enough? You're not nice at all. You're so concerned with getting your suggestions out there that you don't even think about your words."
"That's what you did with Ella, right?"
"I didn't mean to be rude."
He's looking at me with a conflicted face.
"Tell her that. Not me."
He groaned. "I don't like apologizing."
"Dude, get over it."
I smiled brightly at Jason's stern face. This was a side of Jason I'd never really seen before. The wise older "brother" side. It was nice. And, again, completely adorable. *sigh* Am I using that word too much?
Without another word Nate stood up and left.
"Am I the only member of Connect Three who deals well with other people?"
Yes, yes you are, Jase.
And I'm only assured of this further when I look up and see Mitchie stomping across the dining hall with a pouting Shane hot on her heels.
It's time to head out for the Campfire Jam. Ella might actually be singing tonight. Turns out Nate's criticism made her extremely eager to prove to him that her song was perfect the way it was. I'll update you when it's over.
8:45 PM
ELLA WON THE JAM!
She won her first solo Jam! It was amazing! I noticed that Nate kept trying to get to her, but couldn't get through the mob that surrounded her the entire night.
And, yes, when Ella finally got back to the cabin she had an almost evil smile on her face. I'm certain she knew he was trying to get to her and couldn't. Yes, Ella enjoyed herself tonight. I barely got to talk to her because she spent most of the night flirting with Wes (Wes=extremely beautiful drummer from Mitchie's back up band.) BUT the few minutes I did get to talk to her led to her introducing me to Taylor.
TAYLOR!
Did I tell you I hadn't actually ever met him?
Cause until tonight, I'd never spoken directly to him.
He's extremely chill. We spent the entire night rolling our eyes at Shane and Mitchie. Oh gosh, would he think I was weird if I recorded him talking? Cause I would love to put that on my iPod so I can listen to his accent wherever I go. Not only that, but oh man…his voice is so low and sexy. Just listening to him talk makes me all gooey.
…
…
Anyway…
Back to Mitchie and Shane.
Mitchie spent the night glaring at him while Shane tried to stutter apologies every 5 minutes. Apparently he accused her of having feelings for Mike (the last member of Mitchie's back up band. Lead guitar. Which I'm sure you've realized means Taylor plays bass.) Once we got back to the cabin she ranted to me for a bit. Oy. It made me realize just how little time I've spent with Mitchie so far this summer.
She's always with Shane. The only time I see her is in class and at meals. I haven't brought it up to her yet. Maybe once all of Shane's insanity has passed things will change. I mean it's still early in the summer. Eventually the novelty of Shane will wear off, right? Oh, and there's a knock at our door. Ella's answering it…
It's Nate. Haha, man he's persistent when he wants to be.
Dang it, they're talking out on the porch. How am I supposed to hear them when they're on the porch?
Peggy's pressing her ear against the door. Apparently she's curious as well.
"He's apologizing."
"Good. And?"
"She's saying she might have overreacted."
"And?"
"Nothing, it's silent. Oh! No, okay. He's offering to start over and be friends. And ASKING if she wants him to take a look at her music."
Asking? That's new for Nate.
"Good for him!"
"She's agreeing to let him."
O.O
So, Nate's going to be giving Ella writing pointers? I guess Ella plans on helping Nate learn to be less condescending. This will be interesting.
Uh oh, she's coming back in. Peggy's on my bed…and we're pretending we were talking.
"Oh please, I know you were listening."
Busted.
"Nate's going to be helping you with your music! That's awesome!"
"It's as much for him as it is for me, Peggy. He gave me permission to call him out if he forgets to be nice."
Oh I cannot wait to hear Ella's stories. It's going to be EPIC. And there's another knock.
This time it's Shane.
Geez, is there a sign above our door that says "Connect Three PLEASE visit…while we're all trying to get ready for bed."
Because I really want three famous rockstars to see me in my pajamas.
Oh no…Jason wouldn't come over would he?
No, he wouldn't.
…
…
Oh NO!
He just walked in behind Shane.
I'm in my CHOCOCAT PAJAMAS. WHY? Why me?
"Cute jammies, Caitlyn."
Glaring at Shane. He's a dead man.
"Get a haircut, you look like a girl."
Haha, he's touching his hair, and looking at the mirror on our wall. He'll be getting a haircut soon. Totally calling it.
"Is Mitchie here?"
"She's brushing her teeth."
"I'll wait."
"GO AWAY, SHANE!"
Yeah, that was Mitchie. Yelling from the bathroom.
"COME ON, MITCHIE! Will you just TALK to me!"
He's whining. Like little boy whining. How in the world does Mitchie DEAL with that?
Jason's suddenly sitting on my bed. I had almost forgotten he was here…seeing me in my pajamas.
Awesome-note the sarcasm.
I think your PJ's are cute.
Chase me all you want Caity, you're not getting this back for a while. While Shane begs for Mitchie's forgiveness I'm going to run from you and write in your diary.
Because I can.
By the way…that comment about Shane's hair. Awesome. I really wish I had taken a picture of his face…priceless.
You hit me!
WITH YOUR ALARM CLOCK!
That hu
Jason fell, but he's okay. And the alarm clock didn't do any damage.
Well, it flattened a curl, but that's it.
He's just dramatic.
NO! You are not getting this back! GAH! Hold on. It's clear that if I don't stop writing soon Jason's going to hurt himself (AGAIN) trying to get this diary out of my hands. I'll be back after he leaves.
10:35 PM
Oy, Jason's a riot.
Turns out he stole the diary so that I would pay attention to him. Too cute.
Oh, and when he was running from me I did throw my alarm clock, but my clock is tiny. It BARELY hit him. And then almost immediately after he tripped while trying to climb over Mitchie's bed.
It was hilarious, but then of course he needed to be babied.
Because all men are wimps. They just have a lot of macho bravado to cover it up.
I had totally forgotten there were other people in the cabin until Mitchie and Shane suddenly got all giggly. Not long after that Shane got a text from Brown reminding him about lights out. Both he and Jason left.
As soon as the door closed all eyes turned on me.
"What was that?" Mitchie had asked me with a smirk.
I told them what I'm telling you. NOTHING.
Gah, just because we were goofing off doesn't automatically mean something is going on. There's no way Jason would see ME like that.
Ugh, I don't have the energy to get into WHY right now, so you'll have to trust me on that. Okay, I'm going to bed now. I really don't want to think about this.
Caitlyn-Secret #4: I refuse to get my hopes up about Jason. If I do…well, it will hurt.