Sorry for the late update. Well... it's not to bad, but I've been sick and my muse got sick too. Nothing I thought of seemed to work. But I thank Kristin for some humorous story ideas. Couldn't do it without ya! Thanks for all the previous reviews and such. You all rock. Remember to keep them coming, love to know what you are thinking.

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Diary Entry

February 14, 2009

Mood: I… hate… Valentine's… Day.

I don't care if I'm single, in a relationship or what, I HATE Valentine's Day. What moron came up with the holiday? It's not even a holiday! It's a Hallmark holiday; meaning that the card company (Hallmark) gets all this money for a holiday that shouldn't exist in the first place! And to top it all of… my stitches reopened.

Damn.

Funny part was that they opened up back at school. I don't think I have ever seen my 69 year old English teacher jump higher in her life. I thought they were going to have to call an ambulance for her because she went all pale and stuttering. Looking back it was pretty hysterical. During the event it was kind of scary. But all good. Went back to the hospital, they restitched my arm and everything was all hunky dory!

Andrew is doing fine. He had some internal bleeding from those two Pelican Boys. He's now back to acting like a normal boy, punching every one of his friends he sees and such. All jolly good. Sam and Luke are pretty good too. Sam's still shaken up; Luke is just, "LOOK AT MY BRUSISES!"

Dork.

So… since Valentine's Day is on a Saturday (and it's a Saturday morning and I'm eating Fruit Loops in my bed), I am running away from all my friends who are like, "Valentine's Day is SO romantic," (makes me puke… blah!) my parents are all cool with me heading into the city for the day… again. I swear I spend more time in Manhattan than I do on Staten Island. At least spring is coming up and it's not winter anymore. I don't get it; it's either to hot, or to cold. Can't the stupid weather make up its stupid mind?!

I can tell Danny and Lindsay are planning a wedding. There are magazines scattered all over their apartment, they are trying to decide what color the dresses should be (well… that's more Lindsay than Danny. Can you see Danny trying to decide what one dress looks better?

"Yeah hun, that looks fine,"

"Danny, that's a nightgown,"

Pause)

Danny is also trying to decide tux or uniform. I say tux, Danny look very handsome in tucks and I've only seen in once in a tux. I want to see him in one again! Please! The uniform makes him look like he's back on the job. No, we do not want a murder during the wedding. If there was a murder, half of the assembly's beepers would be going off at the same time.

Musical phones! WAHOO!

Alright, off to change into normal people's clothes and head off to the city. Weee….

I've only been awake for 10 minutes and I'm already acting as though I had way to much sugar.

CSI:NYCSI:NYCSI:NY

Day before Valentine's Day…

Cara slammed her locker door shut and it slowly began opening back up again. Cara gave it a look, groaned, and kicked it. All the door did was gently swing on its hinges and open back up. Cara growled. She was not in the mood to fight with her locker. Running her hand through her hair, she felt pieces of paper stuck in her hair. Pulling her hand out, she saw pink and red stands of paper caught in between her fingers.

She looked up at her locker which was slowly swinging on the hinges and she gently tried to close the door on her locker. It slowly opened again and she growled and pushed at the door again. It slowly opened up again and Cara banged her head against the door. Sighing, she felt someone behind her and a card was being held in front of her. Cara grabbed it and looked up at the person who was holding it up to her.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Andrew said.

Cara sighed and leaned against her broken locker door, "I thought I told you nothing for Valentine's Day," she said.

"It's just a card," Andrew said raising an eyebrow and Cara sighed.

"Alright, alright," Cara said and opened up the envelope and read the card. She smiled and gave Andrew a hug, "Thanks,"

"No problem, glad you like it," he said returning the hug.

"How's your stomach?" Cara asked leaning against the locker again to keep the door from opening up again.

"Fine, still hurts. How are you doing?" Andrew said taking her arm in his hand and gently running his fingers across her scar that still was raw from the cutting and the stitches.

"I start Physical Therapy on Monday. Can't wait to do my arm exercises," she looked down at her arm, "Pop already bought me a stress ball to help me strengthen up my muscles," Cara said.

"Is it pink?" Andrew asked.

Cara rolled her eyes, "No, black and shaped like a sphere. Nothing very interesting," she explained.

Andrew gave the locker door a look and Cara shrugged, "It's broken," she said giving it another hit with her elbow.

"You heard about Jake?" Andrew asked.

Cara nodded, "Yeah… I heard. Funny thing is that I told Jake that if he had any problems that he should go to Flack," Cara shook her head, "Do you know when his hearing is?"

Andrew shook his head, "I haven't heard. The Tanglewood Boys aren't to happy that he turned himself into the police. They already said that he's not welcomed back," Andrew said.

Cara sighed, "That's what you get for running with the wrong crowd," she said grabbing her messenger bag and pushing herself off her locker. Both looked at the locker door and Cara sighed in relief when it didn't open back up.

"I'll walk you home?" Andrew asked.

Cara shrugged and wrapped her arm around his waist, "No problem," she said and they headed out of the school.

CSI:NYCSI:NYCSI:NY

Day after Valentine's Day…

"So, did you two do anything special for Valentine's Day?" Cara asked grabbing one of the magazines that sat in the middle of the table.

Lindsay shook her head, "No, spent a lot of time together…"

Cara looked up to see Lindsay smirking at herself and Cara laughed, "I think I understand. You don't have to explain," she said and Lindsay burst into laughter also.

There was a knock on the door and Cara got up to answer it. Standing at the door was Stella, a bag in hand and a smile on her face.

"Hey Stella. Good to see ya," Cara said opening the door wider to let her in.

"It's good to see you too, Cara," she said walking in and taking off her shoes.

"Did you get the magazines?" Lindsay called in from the table she was sitting at. Cara exchanged looks with the two women.

"You brought MORE wedding magazines? Holy crap, by the time we get to the wedding date I'm not going to be able to recognize the apartment," Cara paused, "Wait! Do you even have a date?" she asked as Stella and Cara made their way back to the table.

Lindsay shook her head as Stella dropped the bag in the middle of the table and Cara stuck her hand into the bag and pulled out a magazine. She made a face at the front cover and threw it over to Stella.

"What's the problem?" Stella asked picking up the magazine and smiling.

"It's Cosmo," Cara said simply grabbing a safer magazine that sat out on the table.

"Yeah… so?" Stella asked.

"There are no wedding tips in that magazine! Only stupid sex tips and gross things like that…" Cara said and Lindsay gave a mock look of excitement.

"Stella, can I see the magazine?" Lindsay asking pretending to act all excited to see the magazine.

"No! Not you too!" Cara said and Lindsay began to laugh.

"Don't worry, Cara. I'm not a big fan of Cosmo either," Lindsay said waving off the magazine that Stella was holding out for her. Stella dropped the magazine on the desk and rolled her eyes. She suddenly paused and went and grabbed a magazine and smiled. She shoved it underneath Lindsay's nose and smiled.

"This is beautiful! Look!" Stella said pointing at the dress on the front cover.

Lindsay picked up the magazine and took a good look at the dress that Stella was pointing at. She gapped at the dress that graced the front of the dress and smiled. She passed the magazine to Cara who took it and took one look at the dress and smiled.

"I like it, very nice," Cara said handing the magazine back over to Lindsay who smiled.

"I'm going to get a drink, do you guys want anything?" Cara asked standing up and looking at Stella and Lindsay. Both shook their head and Cara disappeared into the kitchen as they continued to talk about wedding ideas and dress ideas.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash causing both to look up in surprise.

"Merda!" Cara shouted and ran back to where Stella and Lindsay were sitting. Both gave her a look and she pointed to the other room opening and closing her mouth. Stella stood up.

"Alright, Cara. I need you to relax. What happened?" Stella asked.

"I was walking into the kitchen and brushed up against Danny's motorcycle and it fell down," Cara said now clearly panicking.

Stella stood up, trying to keep back the grin that was threatening to creep on her face, "It's alright, Cara. It will be fine. How badly damaged is the bike?" she asked.

Cara shrugged, "I don't know. I'm too scared to look at it," she paused and groaned, "I'm so dead. He loves that bike; well it comes second to Lindsay," she earned a glare for that, "And if he founds out I damaged it I'm going to end up in the morgue and him in Sing Sing,"

Lindsay stood up and walked over to Cara and gave her a hug, "It's alright, lets inspect the damage and go from there alright?"

Cara nodded and the three made their way to where the bike laid. Stella and Lindsay pulled it back up; Cara was too afraid to go near it and looked at the bike and the floor.

"Looks like you did more damage to the floor than the bike," Stella said looking at the bike, than at Cara who was trying to keep back tears.

"How are we going to cover it up?" Cara asked and the two woman shot her a look, "What? That's what me and Danny did whenever we did something to the house," she said.

Lindsay walked over to Cara, "You're just going to have to tell him what happened and explain to him it was an accident. Don't worry, it's all going to be fine,"

It was now Cara's turn to give Lindsay a look, "That's what you say,"

20 minutes later, they heard a key in the door and Danny and Flack walk into the apartment, both chattering about some basketball game that was on the night before. Cara shifted uncomfortably in her seat at the kitchen table and Lindsay gave her a reassuring smile. The two men walked over to the woman and gave a look at the cluttered table.

"Did we miss something?" Danny asked pointing to the magazines.

"We're getting wedding ideas," Lindsay said picking up one of the magazines and showing it to Danny, "I thought you were working all day?"

"I was, but I need to talk to Cara for a second," Danny said beckoning to Cara who slowly got up and followed him into the kitchen. Thoughts began running through her mind as she took a seat on top of the countertop and watch her brother grab a drink from the refrigerator.

Are his senses that good that he knew I dropped the bike?

Stella called him…

Crap, I'm going to get it.

I hope he didn't notice the floor when he walked in.

Oh… screw it. I'm so screwed.

"Cara, I got a call from guards at prisoner transportation,"

Wait! Did I do something illegal that someone forgot the tell me about?

"Yeah?" Cara answered gently extending her fingers and tried to swallow but found it too difficult.

Danny handed her a note that she immediately recognized as Jake's, "What's this?" Cara asked.

"They found Jake dead this morning. The letter was found next to him," Danny explained. Cara gave him a surprised look.

"What happened?" she asked.

"He committed suicide."

Merda -Shit (in Italian) I am the first to apologize if this is wrong. I know no Italian so I'm relying on online translators and we know how reliable those are. Hope you enjoyed and please review!