Same say as last entry.
We've just finished moving in and everyone is talking about going out for a drink. I don't know, I don't hold beer well so I think I'm going to stay in. I can hear them at the door.
"Bye!" Angelina just yelled. Hold on a minute, I'm going to go see if they've really gone so I can watch some muggle TV.
They're gone. Score! Bwahahahah! The TV is mine!
I just checked out the channels, nothing's on! I've go nothing to do! Maybe I should continue writing. Then again, this could be serious blackmail if someone finds this. Why am I writing again? Oh well, I might as well try to write maybe I can look back on this in a few years and laugh my head off.
So here's the house. There is a living room, BIG room. We have a muggle TV there and everything; it's so cool! We also have a really comfortable couch, which I am currently lying on. This room is connected to the kitchen. I hope they go shopping tonight, all that's in the fridge is some crackers we brought incase we were hungry during the move, my stomach is growling.
Off of the living room is four rooms. There are two bigger rooms then two smaller. Angelina, Alicia and I are all rooming in one of the bigger rooms. It going to just like Hogwarts except without the annoying people who were in our dorm. Fred and George share the other big room. Oliver gets one of the small closest like rooms to himself, so unfair. How come he gets his own room?
The last room is our office. We keep all our papers and such in there that under no circumstances can get lost. There is a bed in that room as well for guest, but I am seriously wondering what crazy person would want to stay with us? I mean, staying in a closest like room with lots of papers and filing cabinets in it with six people in the same flat. I hope no one else decides to room with us or else we're going to be out of space.
I'm going to go take a shower. Write later.
(later)
You will never guess what happened. Of course you can't guess, you're a stupid diary! Even the word diary is degrading. SOMEONE cough Alicia cough forgot to put soap in the shower. You would think I would check these things, but no, I'm too thick to check for this type of thing before I start taking a shower.
So I come out of the shower in my towel, it's a habit and I don't want to go getting everything wet. I go to the kitchen to get the soap Alicia left on the table and there was Oliver.
He was standing to an angle of me and he was wearing nothing but his boxers and damn did he look fine. What? Even though he's my friend, I'm allowed to appreciate how hot he is. Right? He looks up from rummaging through the empty fridge and realizes I'm there. I realize that I've been standing there for a good few minutes staring at him.
"Um…" he starts. His face starts to flush. I feel my face hot as well.
"Do you know where the soap is?" I asked quickly. He looks very embarrassed and begins to look around for the soap. It was on the table in front of him. I grabbed it quickly and hurried back to my shower.
(still later)
Ah the feeling of clean! How I love it. I've just changed into my jammies, a tee shirt and sweatpants, and I'm sitting on the couch in the living room. Oliver is sitting next to me and reading a comic that's been lying around the house. Wait, it's an Archie comic, those are good. I can't say I'm not disappointed that Oliver put a shirt on. He's buff and I do not object to seeing a guy wit a six pack. Come on Katie, get a grip, you can't think your friend is hot.
So here we are, the two of us on a Friday night with nothing to do, and I thought my life had reached a low point when I got this journal. Why does he keep staring at me? Whenever I catch him looking at me, he blushes slightly and looks back at the comic. He hasn't turned a page in half an hour. I wonder what's going on with him. I'm going to sleep now. I hope I don't have images of Oliver in only his boxers stuck in my head tonight.
A/N So what should I do now? It's pretty hard writing it as a journal. I want to have more dialogue and I can't think how to write it in, it sounds strange. So what should happen now? I'm just making this up as I go along, I have absolutely no plan, I just write when my muse tells me to.
