A/n: I'm back! Thanks for all the well wishes for my time at camp, I really enjoyed myself and learned bunches :) So as I wrote this I was laughing my head off. Like, I can totally see a teenage girl writing this, and reading it aloud while editing it was fun. I can feel her attitude, oh love. So enjoy.

Oh, I wrote a one-shot on the NCIS side of , so if you like Tiva you should go read it! It had been floating in my brain.

Gracie's Journal 7/7/29

I'm very angry.

We played Lexi McCartney's team again tonight. You know, the girl who knocked me unconscious like a month ago? Yeah HER. I don't like her.

We played a good game, but I made some really suckish plays.

Because every time I'd be pitching, I'd catch her out of the corner of my eye. Flirting. With Clayton.

Okay, softball rule number one. You stay in your dugout, and support your team. Always.

Rule number two is you keep your head in the game. She was definitely breaking that one. But then again, so was I.

I tried to focus, pitch my hardest and throw straight. But she was breaking rule number three.

Do NOT, under any circumstance, flirt with Clayton Brooks.

Unless you're me. But that doesn't really count. What we do is not flirting, per say, its like, banter. I like banter.

She'd come up to bat and give me this devilish smile and bat her eyes and tousle her ponytail and it made me want to barf. I wanted to strike her out so bad. I had to keep my emotions out of the way though; last thing I wanted to do was walk her.

And when the game did end, she skipped her team meeting to go talk to Clayton!

I was pissed.

I was jealous.

Ughaghhhhhhhhhhhh.

Because Clayton was going along with it! Just, like she wasn't being a complete snob.

I put my stuff in Uncle Sam's car, and Clayton was walking off with her.

He didn't even talk to me. He waved to me. Completely blew me off, just like he hadn't accompanied me to my parent's wedding just days before.

While my brain centered around him and the softball snob, Uncle Sam got in the car and was all, "Who taught you how to pitch?"

"My Dad, why?"

"You pitch like a girl."

Okay, so there's something sketchy between Dad and Uncle Sam. I don't understand it, but there's always this thing of inferiority and its just weird.

I think it's going to have to be something I learn about later on, like the rest of the Afghanistan story.

"No offense to your dad, I don't mean that. It's just…"

"Something I don't understand?"

"Probably so," Uncle Sam said, "and I am NOT going to be the one who tells you about that."

Whatever.

I went on about how I usually don't suck as bad as I did tonight, but it was hard to do without actually bringing up Clayton. I don't think Uncle Sam bought it.

I mean, he's watched me play before, but. Well. You know.

Uncle Sam's place is nice, and his house is just beautiful. Aunt Michelle is so nice. She's like this sassy woman full of motherly instinct and badassness all at the same time. Not at all different from my mom, but well, more sass.

And Jada is here! She's in LA for a few days from the wedding. Its always fun to talk to Jada, because she kind of understands this crazy federal agent child life I'm living. She says I have it worse than she did, because my parents weren't married and excessively… Kensi and Deeks.

But there both Deeks' now. And I'm so happy.

But yeah, I talked to Jada a lot. She's sassy like her mom but strong like her Dad.

I continue to see how blessed I am to be the offspring of Kensi Blye (Deeks!) and Marty Deeks. Because I have people in my life like Aunt Nell and Uncle Eric and Uncle Sam and his family. Like, there is no other family where I'd get this kind of love from everyone. And we aren't even blood.

I texted Mom a while ago. Apparently the only thing on Dad's mind today is sex, so I'm content with not knowing how it's going.

The raccoons are mating for life. *insert creepy evil laughter*

Sigh. Parents.

That's all I got. I'm resisting the urge to check social media to see what transpired between Clayton and Snob. But I'm refraining. I'm not gonna text him. Nope. Not even gonna touch my phone. Its just gonna sit over there. Right there. Where its at.

This is harder than I thought.

I'm just playing with my anklet and wondering what I did wrong.

-A really confused Grace Deeks