A/N: Again, thanks to my reviewers. Do you really want me to post your names again? Okay I will once I load the Review page... Okay, it's loaded. At the time of publication, Chapter 3 was reviewed by: Gina, robtaymattlouned, myinnocenteyes and Daydreamer-022. Also, Purplemartian33 reviewed Chap 2.

Another thing before I continue. I'd love to hear about what YOU the readers think of Diary style writing. Do you think it is an effective way of bringing forth an accurate point of view within a story or do you prefer to read a novel written in the 3rd person? I'd also love to hear what restrictions you believe diary writing has as a style. If possible, e-mail me or type within a review your thoughts as I can use you perspective in my class Style Piece. Thankyou very much.

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The Princess Diaries, It's All Becoming Clear!

Wednesday, June 4, The Loft.

This whole disaster with my parents has got me thinking, cause to be perfectly honest, I have not thought about sex. Getting to second base with Michael was a huge step, let alone thinking about all the consequences and responsibilities that sex can bring to a relationship.

Do I want to have sex with Michael some day? LIKE HELL I DO. I've dreamt about having his kids, buying a house in the suburbs and getting married. What girl who is completely in love with their boyfriend hasn't thought about those things, things that will give them the ultimate form of self-actualisation.

However, I don't think Michael and I could ever actually buy a house in the suburbs because of the whole I'M A PRINCESS thing, but a girl will dream. I will go of into the world of fantasy and dream about a life that's easier. But that never seems to happen, does it? I mean my life; it doesn't ever get easier. But that does not mean I'm not going to let it get me down, or I shouldn't. Man, this doesn't sound like me. And I keep using the word does. Good writers should find ways to stop repetition. Anywoo...

I'm usually completely stressing over what my parent's will do to try and break Michael and us up, but somehow I don't see it happening. Scrap that, I know they can't break us up. Cause I believe in Michael and our love. Now I sound like a romance novel.

So getting back to the sex thing, I'm trying to get my head around a couple of things. You see, Michael admitted to me that he has thought about us having sex. And now, we have had our first discussion about it and he's said to me that he will wait until I'm ready, AND that he'll be the strong one who judges if I'm truly ready. My minds a boggle over all this.

There is also the issue of our age. Michael is going to college next year where most guys who have girlfriends will inevitably, or have already had sex. Who am I kidding, all guys have sex in college. And as our relationship progresses, Michael is going to want sex more and more. Man, I'LL want sex.

But I'm seriously not ready yet. I mean, Michael is my first real boyfriend and I'm only 15 years old. But at the same time, I know I'm in love with Michael and I have been for like EVER. This issue has never been a problem until my parents decided to bring it up cause NOW I'm thinking about it constantly. In G&T today, when Michael with helping me with my Algebra, the weirdest thoughts came into my head. I thought about being in his room like we were the other day and kissing each other, then getting really into it and going further. Further than I care to print in here due to the fact that someone may get their scrubby little hands on this diary and... I'm not going any further.

The point is, I'm now thinking about sex. I'm thinking about how much I too want to have sex. I'm thinking about when it will happen, what it will be like, if there will be consequences. I'm thinking about if Michael will be able to stand waiting and if it will get him frustrated, resulting in us breaking up. It's like today I realised this new shadow that will plague my happiness. And all I really know is that right now, I have some battles to face. It's like our like our first real test.

I'm just afraid we mightn't survive it.

Wednesday, June 4, The Loft, Later.

Who do I usually ask for romance advice? Tina, that's who. And unfortunately, I ended up getting no help from her. She tried, but her advice wasn't that good. She, being the hopeless romantic she is, said that Michael and I are meant to be and that we'll do it when we know it's right. Just like in the romance novels she reads. Well, I hate to break it to her but those books are never a great example of how society should act. Or does act when they are in love.

Oh, Michael just IM me. Here's how our conversation went.

LinuxRulz: Hey, what are you doing?

FtLouie: Algebra revision.

LinuxRulz: And where would you be doing that. At your desk with your journal in front of you and your textbook open beside you where you can REVIEW it from afar.

Of course!

FtLouie: You cheeky thing.

LinuxRulz: You do realise, that in order to pass Algebra, you may need to put your journal away for a little while. I know that may be hard for you.

FtLouie: And what exactly are you doing. You could be telling your parents about your moving. Instead you're talking to me.

LinuzRulz: I could go away if you want me to.

FtLouie: Don't you dare.

LinuxRulz: I promise I'll tell them if you promise me you'll study before writing in your journal again.

FtLouie: ... All right, but if I hear that you haven't told them, there will be consequences.

LinuxRulz: I bet they'll be.

Usually, we would of concluded our net chat, but I had my concerns and I couldn't stand feeling the way I was feeling.

FtLouie: Michael, could I ask a big favour.

LinuxRulz: Anything. What is it?

FtLouie: Could you sneak out and come to the loft right now. You'll have to come up the fire escape though.

LinuxRulz: Is everything all right?

FtLouie: Yeah, I just really want to talk to you. Will you come?

LinuxRulz: Yeah, I'm on my way.

Then he signed of and I closed down my computer. I'm writing this as I wait for him to show up. Oh, there's a knock on my window. He's here.