Hey again everyone. This'll be another present-tense chapter. Like in
chapter 2, any interruptions will be in third person, while the actual
diary entry will be first person. Enjoy!
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Dear Diary, 2-13
I've only got tonight left to decide who to go to the dance with. I can't believe it . . . 2 weeks went by so fast . . .
I've been thinking all day, but I still don't have my answer. I stayed home all day; I didn't want to run into Tristan or Duke.
Joey is still upset. Obviously, he doesn't like me dating either of them, but I think he might also be jealous, since he didn't manage to get a date to the dance. I'm pretty sure he likes Mai, but she wouldn't go to the high school dance even if he asked her. But I'm getting off-subject.
I know I like Tristan, but I like Duke too. And I mean, Duke would make more sense for me to date, right? He's rich, and smart, and cute, and elegant . . . Tristan isn't any of those things. Tristan is rougher . . . he's a fighter, he's not as bright . . . but then he really likes me . . . I can tell.
But Tristan is more fun to be with. Duke just buys everything I want, but Tristan can't, so he buys the things he thinks are most important for me. Tristan is more spontaneous, and he's more likely to just do something, while Duke would have to plan it out. Duke is cool, but Tristan is interesting.
But . . . there's also what happened at the end of our dates . . . Both of them tried to kiss me. Duke accepted that I didn't want to. He didn't want to push me to do anything I didn't want to. He's such a gentleman . . . he wanted to go at my pace and not his. That's so polite and good of him. And then there's Tristan . . .
Tristan kissed me even after I said I didn't want to. Normally, I wouldn't even consider someone who'd do that. But . . . but . . . I don't even know . . . What was different? As soon as he kissed me . . . I've never felt anything like that. All the problems I have . . . all the worries, all the decisions I had to make . . . it all vanished. It was like I was lighter than air . . . just floating away in his arms.
Could this really be what I've been dreaming of? Could this be the love that I always see in my favorite manga? But how? Tristan's not even close to the kind of person I always said I wanted. Duke is exactly that person.
So why do I feel this way? I mean . . . I don't even know what I mean. But . . . I mean . . . Tristan is so . . . and Duke isn't . . . Duke's such a gentleman . . . and Tristan just isn't.
And I think I just made my decision.
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Smiling a little, Serenity closed her diary and picked up the phone. She didn't hear Joey running up the stairs, listening in on her half of the conversation.
". . . Hey, it's me . . . I'm good . . . Listen . . . I made my decision . . . well why do you think I'm calling *you*? Heh, yeah . . . no, I haven't told Joey yet . . . not him either, I was kinda hoping you would . . . you will? Okay . . . don't be too mean, alright? Thanks . . . okay, I'll see you then! Bye!" She hung up, just as her door was thrown open by the force of Joey leaning against it.
"Serenity," Joey was obviously struggling to remain calm, "Who were you talking to?"
"My date," she answered, and closed the door on her brother.
*****
^.^ so there ya go! She's made her decision. Can you figure out who it is? Or will you be content to wait till tomorrow to find out? I thought you'd wait, you lazy bum. Oh . . . nevermind . . . I shouldn't alienate my readers, now should I? So anyway, come back tomorrow to find out!
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Dear Diary, 2-13
I've only got tonight left to decide who to go to the dance with. I can't believe it . . . 2 weeks went by so fast . . .
I've been thinking all day, but I still don't have my answer. I stayed home all day; I didn't want to run into Tristan or Duke.
Joey is still upset. Obviously, he doesn't like me dating either of them, but I think he might also be jealous, since he didn't manage to get a date to the dance. I'm pretty sure he likes Mai, but she wouldn't go to the high school dance even if he asked her. But I'm getting off-subject.
I know I like Tristan, but I like Duke too. And I mean, Duke would make more sense for me to date, right? He's rich, and smart, and cute, and elegant . . . Tristan isn't any of those things. Tristan is rougher . . . he's a fighter, he's not as bright . . . but then he really likes me . . . I can tell.
But Tristan is more fun to be with. Duke just buys everything I want, but Tristan can't, so he buys the things he thinks are most important for me. Tristan is more spontaneous, and he's more likely to just do something, while Duke would have to plan it out. Duke is cool, but Tristan is interesting.
But . . . there's also what happened at the end of our dates . . . Both of them tried to kiss me. Duke accepted that I didn't want to. He didn't want to push me to do anything I didn't want to. He's such a gentleman . . . he wanted to go at my pace and not his. That's so polite and good of him. And then there's Tristan . . .
Tristan kissed me even after I said I didn't want to. Normally, I wouldn't even consider someone who'd do that. But . . . but . . . I don't even know . . . What was different? As soon as he kissed me . . . I've never felt anything like that. All the problems I have . . . all the worries, all the decisions I had to make . . . it all vanished. It was like I was lighter than air . . . just floating away in his arms.
Could this really be what I've been dreaming of? Could this be the love that I always see in my favorite manga? But how? Tristan's not even close to the kind of person I always said I wanted. Duke is exactly that person.
So why do I feel this way? I mean . . . I don't even know what I mean. But . . . I mean . . . Tristan is so . . . and Duke isn't . . . Duke's such a gentleman . . . and Tristan just isn't.
And I think I just made my decision.
***
Smiling a little, Serenity closed her diary and picked up the phone. She didn't hear Joey running up the stairs, listening in on her half of the conversation.
". . . Hey, it's me . . . I'm good . . . Listen . . . I made my decision . . . well why do you think I'm calling *you*? Heh, yeah . . . no, I haven't told Joey yet . . . not him either, I was kinda hoping you would . . . you will? Okay . . . don't be too mean, alright? Thanks . . . okay, I'll see you then! Bye!" She hung up, just as her door was thrown open by the force of Joey leaning against it.
"Serenity," Joey was obviously struggling to remain calm, "Who were you talking to?"
"My date," she answered, and closed the door on her brother.
*****
^.^ so there ya go! She's made her decision. Can you figure out who it is? Or will you be content to wait till tomorrow to find out? I thought you'd wait, you lazy bum. Oh . . . nevermind . . . I shouldn't alienate my readers, now should I? So anyway, come back tomorrow to find out!
