Author's Note: Hey all! Yay! I'm back! Sorry it took so long, but my computer crashed so I had no way to type up my chapters! Anyways, here is chapter three to Dear Diary! I hope you all like it and please please review. Which reminds me, big squeezy hugs and stuff to all of you cool people out there who have reviewed so far!

Also, big hugs and junior mints to my beta, Aerith. Go read her stuff if you aren't already!

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November 19th

I stumbled through the front door at about three this morning after Damien dropped me off at home. Trunks was asleep on the couch wearing (from what I could see) a blanket.

I walked to my room and passed out the second my head hit the pillow.


My bed sunk in slightly, awakening me from my euphoric state of non-being. I opened one eye slowly and narrowed it at the offending person who had the nerve to bring me back to consciousness.

Three guesses as to who it was.

"Morning, sunshine." He was all to happy to be awake.

"Ya know, normal people don't smile at…" I glanced at my alarm clock. "Nine in the morning." I closed my eye in a weak attempt to return to my slumber before my down comforter was pulled off my already cold body.

I'm not sure exactly how to write the noise I made, but I'm sure it sounded something like an animal being tortured because even Trunks winced.

He waited for my howling to cease before he leaned over and smirked. (One of his sexiest traits, I hate to admit it.) "I'll go start your shower."

What the hell? Is he my mother? (Of course not, mum would never act this normal.) "Listen, Trunks, I may be slightly indisposed at the moment, but I am well able to draw my own shower."

He raised an eyebrow, but still kept his smirk. "I think we need to talk. How about lunch later on at Jordie`s?"

Shit.

I started to panic. We're not even going out, but when I hear the famous 'we need to talk' line, I get the same red flags that every other girl gets.

"Wha..?" I closed my eyes a moment and when I opened them he was gone. Great. Just great.

I managed to drag my carcass out of bed and into the bathroom. After a short shower, I wrapped my robe around me and stared at the mirror for a minute.

What the hell? I'm not even pretty! Why does he have to even care? That would make my situation so much simpler! I could just have my kicks and not worry about the straight-edges.

But no. He has to have the same damn determination that his father passed onto him.

After about an hour, I managed to get dressed and look decent, if I do say so myself. I looked myself over in the mirror once more. I'm not pretty, but I don't think I'm fugly either.(F-in ugly for those of you who don't know the lingo). I had on my blue
jeans, my black converse, a red tank top with a black zip up hoodie. And my hair was just flipped out like normal, (the whole shortness thing prevents me from my more innocent pigtails).

I walked down the stairs as casually as I knew how to. Trunks was leaning against the wall, looking better than ever and I had to focus to keep the naughty thoughts from taking over my poor little mind (which is quite often in need of a good scrubbing).

He looked at me and smiled. Not smirked, smiled. "Wow. You sure clean up pretty."

"You sayin' I'm ugly the rest of the time?" I almost laughed.

He smiled again and I lost myself in his cornflower eyes. God, he has beautiful eyes. Far better than Damien. Holy shit! Where did that come from???

We drove in almost total silence till we got to Jordie`s. We went inside and waited for our food. I swear, why do I always get stuck in the positions?

And then he just sits there, staring at me with those eyes. I felt like they could just burn right through me.

I know, I know; I have a problem. 'My name in Marron and I have a problem. I love Trunks Briefs…I mean…I love his eyes… I mean…' Break the scene as Marron breaks down in hysterical tears.

"So what did you want to talk about?" The tablecloth suddenly became very interesting. Thankfully, even more so than his eyes.

"Well..." He looked at his hands. "I just haven't seen you in forever. I still care about you…even if you don't feel the same." He sighed. "I miss being around you."

A sudden urge to scream and cry and laugh all at the same time hit me like a ten ton semi, but it washed away rather quickly. (Thank goodness-I've made enough scenes this month and I don't think my parole officer would appreciate another.)

I did something I never thought I could do. I swallowed my pride and acted like nothing had ever gone wrong; that he had just come home from a long vacation and now we were simply catching up on the past five months and not the past five years.

My phone rang halfway through a discussion about the Pan-Uub-Bra love triangle (which, might I add, is still in full effect, in some ways).

"Hey babe. Uub`s having another shin-dig tonight. You up for it?"

I wanted to say no. I really did. But I don't know if I know how to… not to Damien. "Uhhh.. I'm kinda busy right now, Day. I'll get back to you when I get home." I hung up before he had the chance to protest.

"So you're really into the party light, aren't you?" He was looking at his glass of water now.

I nodded slowly. "Yeah. It's about all I've got left… that and Day" (Damien) "Though…" I lowered my voice as if Damien was sitting behind me. "I don't know how much longer I'll have him."

"Hmmm…I don't really do the whole party thing anymore." I was reminded of the dark look he got when I asked him to the party last night.

"Why?"

He looked up at me, and I could see something in his eyes, some sort of emotion I didn't recognize

He sighed and I wished I hadn't asked.

"Right when I moved to Brick City, I did the party thing to…clear my mind. Basically, I met someone there. He was a great guy; a true friend. Basically, to make a long story short, some kid snuck in some acid and ecstasy. My friend's drink got spiked and…lets just say I really miss him."

I think I caught a tear forming in his eye, but he blinked hard before I could tell. Up until here, I was planning to tell him about everything; the drugs, the sex, the alcohol. Everything.

Now I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Thankfully, the waitress brought our food and we didn't have the chance to talk till we were in the car.

"You're going to another party tonight, aren't you?" His voice was low, almost sad.

I looked at him a moment and frowned. "I don't know. Day wants me to…" I trailed off and looked out the window. "You're more than welcome to come if you like."

"Sorry, Marron, but I can't. But you go and have fun." He paused. "But not too much fun."

I thought of one of my older quotes.
"Speed, weed, rock and rock.
Drugs, sex, birth control.
Life's a bitch and then you die,
So screw it all and lets get high."

I could go for a pick-me-up right about now.

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A/N: Well, that`s all for right now! I hope you all liked it and please tell me what you think! I promise I`ll love you forever and ever! * grins *

Until next time!

Asa