Renee Helmer's Little Black Book
(Otherwise Known as a Diary)


13 October

9:21 am

I'm so confused and scared but happy all at once! Terry confuses/scares/happies me. I can never speak to him again though... except for on Halloween... okay, we'll still talk even though he's a freak, and Venom needs to stop chewing on the corners of my book.

Oliver wasn't at practice this morning, but Terry was there, all alone. I felt kind of sorry for him so I went to go have a chat:

Me: Hey, Ter, what's up?

Ter: Oliver's sleeping in, probably drunk or something, I don't know, but he's alright.

Me: (signature stare of confusion)

Ter: That's what you were really wanting to know, right? Where's Oliver?

Me: No, actually. I was really trying to figure out what's wrong with you.

Pause dialogue here. Terry is so hot, and really nice--a rare combination. It truly is a waste that he's gay. It's really not fair. Why do all the perfectly cute and nice guys have to be gay?!

Except Oliver's not gay... last I checked... unless Laura turned him and I wouldn't put it past her.

But he's not nice, so never mind. He's an insensitive jerk whom I adore. That, or he's just clueless!

But honestly, Terry, yes, good stuff.

Unpause.

Ter: (blink) I don't think you stayed in the Hospital Wing long enough... You're being nice to me and not trying to get to Oliver in the process.

Me: Oh, come on! You act like I'm never nice to you!

Ter: (shrug)

Me: (sigh) Okay, whatever, so you still didn't answer the question. What's up?

Ter: (smirks freakishly) I asked someone to go to the Halloween party with me.

Me: (wide-eyed stare) Don't tell me... a guy?

Ter: (nods)

Me: Like... a schoolboy...?

Ter: (nods)

Me: And you got rejected.

Ter: Don't rub it in.

Me: Don't feel so bad! It's not your fault that he doesn't swing that way!

Ter: (freakisher smirk) Oh, he does. He just doesn't know it yet.

Me: (doesn't want to be hearing this) Who is he?

Ter: A Sixth Year Ravenclaw with the most beautiful long black hair you could ever imagine.

Pause What's with the Ravenclaws?!?! Unpause.

Me: Oh. Daniel. Yes, you're right. He just doesn't know it yet.

Ter: He won't go with me, but I'm sure he'll be there. I can't go alone though, since I don't even go to this school anymore. I'd have to have a student as a date... (stops, stares at me, smirks the freakishest) So... Renee.... you got a date yet...?

Me: That's so not fair, Ter! (stops, looks at Terry, imagines the jealous look on Ollie's face when he sees me walking in on the arm of this handsome hunk of gay man) But if you insist.

Ter: Renee, you're the best!

Me: But only on one condition.

Ter: (blinks) And that is...?

Me: I get to pick your costume.

~The End

Eventually he agreed to it, but now I have to think of something for him to wear. Life's so difficult. But hey, let's look on the bright side, I've got a really sexy date!

1:28 pm

 If I have to sit through anymore of these damn history lessons with Prof. Binns, I'll scream. Really, how hard is it to figure out that you're dead and that nobody cares?! I mean, it's just not normal for a person to get up one morning and accidentally forget to bring their body along. And he's so boring! His voice drones on and on and on and on....

Okay, I really should say nice things about people. I'm going to be nice from now on... okay, maybe I'll just start with today. In fact, I won't write anything in here that's rude for the rest of the day.

.....................

Um, I'll think of something nice to say later.

4:25 pm

 I've got a lot to say, but I promised I wouldn't.

6:47 pm

 No comment.

8:45 pm

 Crys...! Laura...! Oliver...! Terry...! BLAH!!!!

11:41 pm

 Note to self: Never promise to be nice again.

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