Entry #149

It's been about a month since Maple and I started going out, technically speaking.
She thinks we've been an item long before that, and that we might as well be considered
mates already. Whether that's true or not, I still believe last month to be the official date,
since I also remember it being the same day where I could finally start living my old life
again - where peace and relaxation was all I've ever known - much more memorable that
way. Now I just have to make sure I don't do anything stupid and ruin it.

Speaking of Maple, I've lost track of how many times I've been smacked in the back of the
head for calling her by her old name. It still feels weird to say it, much less write it. I do
faintly remember it being her real name, but she can't seriously believe that I can just
magically call her something else after addressing her as 'Mabel' for so long. The worst
part is that she won't even tell me why. She just ignores the question whenever I ask, and
the one time she did answer was just her saying that I should "just ask Joy", which basically
means I will never find out.

I started to allow Maple to live with me as well. I had a spare guest room in my house that I
let her move into the other day, to which she almost immediately began pushing her luck by
insisting we sleep together in my room. Needless to say, I wasn't entirely on board with the
request to invade on my privacy. It just goes to show how Maple is no longer shy about her
advances. It's not that I don't like it, it's that I think it's a bit... overwhelming, at times.
She's been getting bolder everyday, and it's only a matter of time before she pulls me under
her spell. I'm not even being suspicious either, I
know she is, as I've made the unpleasant
discovery that she is aware that I write in this journal. I was skeptical when I found her
snooping around my bedside drawer a few days ago, but right as I was about to write this
entry, I found that she had slipped a
very provocative photo of herself onto this exact page,
so the reason why there are some dried-up bloodstains on the next couple of pages are
because of the intense nosebleed I had when I saw it. I not only have to find a new spot
to hide my journal, but now I'm stuck dreading over how much Maple was able to read.
There's some stuff here that I don't even want Flynn to know about! And is it worth keeping
an obscene picture of Maple in exchange for the inevitable disaster that's waiting to happen?
She's absolutely going to know whether I have it or threw it away, and it will definitely not end
well for me either way. Did she
really just mastermind this whole joke of hers? I really wish I
knew what I'd be getting into with this relationship...

I still haven't talked to Joy ever since that night in the woods. As much as I don't want ever to
cross paths with her, I also really want to discuss more about her motives behind why she did
what she did to me, as well as how exactly we're supposed to "start over", afterall, the friend of
my girlfriend should be my friend too, right? Unfortunately, my daily routines don't involve me
going out a lot, aside from my sunbathing and hiking excursions, now that Maple spends most
of her afternoons with me. The weekends are when I'm most likely to see Joy, since that's when
Maple drags me around the Floridity plaza and sometimes even to the Florid University campus.
I still haven't come across her in spite of all that. I found out why when Maple told me that Joy
likes to visit her hometown on the weekends, which turns out to only be a half-day's walk from
Floridity. Coincidentally, that same town is where I've heard Flynn has recently migrated towards.
He wrote to me that it has something to do with the "gig" he mentioned a while ago, and I should
look forward to seeing him soon. He's not wrong about the latter.