Just a short drabble to hold you all over until I finish the real chapter. Think of it as a deleted scene.

Also: I'm sorry for making you all wait for six months on this, ahhh. I needed a break with everything, I was really busy and I didn't know where this story was going to go.

Thank you for being patient with me and I hope you enjoy it. If you like this little outtake, let me know. It's nice writing something short once in a while. :)

Enjoy!

September 7th (Close to midnight, can't catch a wink of sleep)

There are some things you don't put into a journal.

Things you can't fathom into real words, your true thoughts that are so jumbled it isn't funny.

So instead, you put them into a another journal.

You have to stay true to your creative medium.

I've written and thought of everything you could ever imagine, but some of it is for my own indulgences.

Some people just don't get it; showing them won't matter.

You have to be comfortable with your work before you show others.

This isn't for James' pleasure, nor Logan's, definitely not for Katie's pleasure.

My journal is for my own pleasure, but I'm sure people would want to hear my words sooner than later.

That's why I want to publish my journal. Not now, of course, but soon.

I want to be heard.

September 7th (3:28AM, reminiscent of my encounter with Katie just a few short days ago.)

I'm laying on the cold floor with a really bright mini flashlight in my hand, trying to write down everything that comes to mind.

They say you're only happy when you have someone to cuddle with. They just don't tell you how to feel when that certain someone is hogging the bed, drooling up a storm.

Looking at James, I realize he has one flaw: he snores.

Which, isn't so bad, I suppose. He'll get by with one flaw. ;)

September 8th (Closer to sunrise. Still no sleep. I hate myself.)

Every time I lay my eyes on him, my heart flutters.

He's sweet, wonderful, and dumb. He's too perfect and sometimes I'm wondering why he chose me.

He could have any he would want, but yet he's stuck with me.

It's so unreal, having someone to be happy with.

I feel so cheesy when I say it, but there's moments when I imagine my life without his smiling face.

I think I may be...

No. I can't begin to come up with words for it.

Nope. Won't say it. Not here. Not in my journal.

Instead, I close my eyes and think of another land.

Somewhere peaceful.

I'm almost asleep a few minutes later but all of a sudden I hear a voice.

"Kendall?" His voice is hoarse and the bed is squeaking.

Damn. Talk to you later, journal.

September 8th (Breakfast- finally, I had some sleep)

Here's what happened (quickly, I may add) before I fell asleep.

"Yeah?" I sit up and search for his eyes in the dark.

"Why aren't you up here, with me?" There's a hint of a smile in his voice. I think of the smile and shudder with happiness.

"Hold on," I say quietly, standing up and making my way to the bed.

His hand grabs mine as soon as I sit, making me laugh a little.

"Hi James," I grin, our faces touching.

"Hey," he whispers, pressing his utterly soft lips to mine.

That's the moment I fell deeply into love with him.

I may be wrong, but at least I'm in a good place.

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