Foodless, I trudged up the stairs to my room, braiding my hair as I went.

"Summer, read me a bedtime story," I yawned sleepily, entering my room to discover it was empty. I knew Summer was up here, so I figured she must be in the bathroom. I quickly dressed into my nightshirt, hoping she wouldn't walk in on me changing.

Walking over to my bed, about to flop down and get some sleep, I noticed a book lying open on her bed. Since I was curious by nature, I of course picked it up and began reading.

Summer's loopy handwriting scrawled across the pages and I slowly realized that this was her diary.

The loyal thing to have done was to put it down and pretend I'd never seen it.

But remember, I was curious by nature. So I read it.

December 10th/02

I don't know what I'm going to do about him. The first time I laid eyes on him, I was like, holy crap! I pick you! But he just thinks of me as some gum-snapping little girl.

Last night I cried thinking about him. I can't really describe the kind of affect he was over me, and I can't even begin to try explaining him in general. He's amazing. And I'm just a trophy. Everyone knows it. Guys like him would never go for a girl like me.

That's why I cried. I'm not used to not having the guy I want. And I know I can't have him. I haven't even asked him out or let him know how I feel about him because I know what his reaction would be.

Anyway, I'm just kinda sad tonight.

Sky's having a bad day. Hopefully this withdrawal stage goes fast because I hate seeing him this miserable. I think he really upset Lyric because she's in a 'piss off, I hate the world' mood today. I don't think she understands what's happening to him.

Everything's turning out bad. I'm lonely and I'm crying and there's no one here to help me stop being lonely or make me stop crying.

Lyric should be coming up to bed soon so I'm gonna go wash my face so she doesn't know I've been crying.

And that's where her writing stopped.

"Aww," I murmured out loud.

"DROP the book!" Summer ordered, appearing in the doorway.

I squealed, dropped the diary, and dove to the ground. "Don't kill me!"

She jumped on me. "How much did you read?" she yelled.

"I can't read! I'm illiterate! Me, s-t-o-o-p-i-d!"

"I am going to kill you so much," she growled.

Suddenly I sat up, startling her. I threw my arms around her and cried, "I love you!"

"What?" she demanded.

"I don't want you to be lonely! And I don't want you have to cry all alone!"

"I cannot believe you read my diary."

"I cannot believe you left your diary open on your bed in the room you share with me, but that's besides the point." I released her from the hug. "I'm sorry for reading. Actually, I'm not, but that's the appropriate thing to say."

Summer rolled her eyes and stood up, drawing back her covers. "Goodnight, Lyric."

"Are you okay?" I asked, climbing into my own bed.

"Yes. But I'm not talking about this anymore. I'm turning off the lights."

"Will you plug the monkey in?"

"No, I will not plug the monkey in, I had a scary dream about the monkey last night." She reached out and turned off the lamp on her bedside table. "Goodnight."

The room bathed in darkness, I squeezed my eyes shut and reminded myself that Summer was like six feet away and that the man-eating lumberjack under my bed could not get me. But she was mad at me and therefore might let the lumberjack eat me…

"Summer?"

She made a low guttural noise to show she was awake.

"Who is he?"

"Who's who?" she muttered.

"The guy you were writing about," I said impatiently, and then scoffed, "Who's who. Jeez."

"It's none of your business," she said.

I grinned to myself in the dark. "Well, if you won't tell me who he is, I'll have to talk about my personal problems. You see, I've been wondering if I should let Alan make a woman out of me--"

"Okay! Okay! Shut up!" she cried, and I giggled. "And don't you dare, Lyric, you're too little and innocent."

"You're avoiding the question."

She sighed loudly and dramatically. "You can't tell anyone, okay?"

"Cross my heart and hope you die."

Laughing, she threw a teddy bear at me. "You're a dork."

"Yep."

"It's Gerry."

I screamed.

"Lyric!" she hissed.

I flew out of my bed and landed on her. "That is PERFECT! Oh my goodness! Holy crap! I'm going to be an aunt! Can I be your maid of honour?"

"Not if you let Alan deflower you," she giggled. "Then you can be my hussy of honour."

"I was kidding about that!" I snickered evilly. "Or was I…Mwahahahahaha."

"Anyway, Gerry's way too good for me, Lyric," she sighed. "He's all like, All American good guy…and then there's me."

"You're my favourite sister!"

"I am your only sister."

"You'd still be my favourite. I mean, like, if we got another sister somehow, which I don't see how that would actually happen considering we don't have parents, but anyway, yeah, you'd still be my favourite." I became confused. "What was I talking about before? Oh yeah, Gerry! Aww, that's just so sweet! I like both of you! If I were to pick anyone for you, I'd pick him! Well actually I would pick Shawn Cassidy, but that's just because he's hot and I would try and steal him from you, but he's probably not available so I pick Gerry!"

"Me too," she laughed. "You're awfully weird, Lyric."

"You two will be holding hands and smiling lovingly at each other in no time!"

"Dear Lord, you will not meddle!" she snapped, afraid of me.

"Meddle I WILL! Just leave it to me and Alan!"

"Alan?"

"Yeah, he's my sidekick."

"Oh God."

"Goodnight! I'm going to go dream up a plan now!"

"Get out of my bed to do that, please," she said, not waiting for me to obey as she shoved me to the floor.

"Ow, you stupid goose," I grumbled, scrambling back into my own bed where it was safe. "Just for that, I'm going to find a way of embarrassing you in the process."

"You would have done that anyway."

"Yes, that's true."