A/N: Okay, first things first, thanks to those who read and reviewed so far. I still don't know what I'm doing writing a chapter story… I have, however, the rest planned now, and let's just say it'll be a bumpy ride if I manage to follow my plan, which of course also means that there will be quite a few chapters, we're not even halfway through yet. Anyway, I had fun writing this so I hope it'll be just as enjoyable to read!

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Dear Diary – God Bless Girls

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Dear Diary,

This Hillary girl is really something else. I don't know how she does it, I'm not even sure she knows she's doing it, but she's absolutely working wonders concerning our team. It's like she's decided we need someone to look after us, which we probably do, and now she's spending all her time with us, mothering us and making us get along the way we used to ages ago. It's been a while since just being with the team was so comfortable.

But while I do have to give her some credit for retying the bonds between us I must also say that she has some crazy ideas! And not just crazy, but insane crazy! I mean, we're guys. There are certain things we just don't do.

Like for instance the other day when she woke us all up telling us that we were going to have a picnic in the woods. All of us, whether we wanted to or not.

Guys just don't do that. But we got up anyway and went to have her picnic.

Nobody really puts up a fight when it's her; we just do as she tells us to. Of course Tyson has to complain about everything and anything, but I guess it'd be strange if he didn't, that's just the way they work out.

And that naturally leads me to what I've been filing you up with lately, Diary. Kai.

How do we work out?

Well, it's a hard question to answer, but as you can probably tell I'm nowhere near as close to drowning in my self-pity as I was last time I wrote you, so yes, something significant has happened. Something that in this sort of backwards way is closely related to Hillary. You see, were it not for her and her by now infamous picnic I would have never felt the way I do. I would have never felt as good as I do right now.

So, we went to have that picnic of hers and to everybody's amazement it went really well. Don't get me wrong, it's not like we fight all the time and can't stand to be around each other, it's more like we've had enough. We've been together as a team for so long that I think we've grown a little tired of constantly being around the same people and because of that things have been a bit strained lately or we've just tried to stay out of each other's way as much as we could.

However, Hillary seems to put a damper on that pretty unhealthy development in our internal relationships. She makes everything fresh and new, and we had great fun rediscovering exactly why it is we're such a great team and such great friends.

I know it sounds strange, to put it mildly, that we suddenly reunite after a while of trying to separate ourselves from each other, but she just makes it so easy to be part of the group that it's hard to remain uncaring and annoyed.

To think it took Tyson, the most immature and childish person I can think of, getting a girlfriend before we finally figured out that we really do need each other as friends.

Sometimes life really doesn't make any sense. But I guess it's better that way.

After we'd had our lunch and Tyson and Max had spent a good half hour chasing everybody around with these super soakers, that had magically appeared, Hillary grabbed Tyson to, well, I really wouldn't know… I mean I might know, I have a good imagination and all, but I guess it's not really any of my business, and, well, you know, forget it. I think you've got the gist of it…

Gahh, that got embarrassing really quick.

My point is: They left. Kenny did as well, some hot date with Dizzi I assume and no, I'm not gonna get into that either. What the boy does with all his spare time and that laptop of his is really not something I want to know!

Kai fell asleep and Max and I started throwing leaves at him and at each other. Very mature, I know, but it was nice, a bit nostalgic. Maybe we shouldn't always try to act all grown-up; being that relaxed was such a relief.

Max left me after a while of being buried in leaves and whatever else I could find to throw into his hair, and so there was Kai still asleep and myself very much awake.

I haven't been around him this intimately and all alone since the last time we made out a week's time ago. He looked very different there asleep on a blanket in a little spot of sunlight we'd managed to find while spring was slowly turning into summer around him. He looked like the friend I used to have back when we still shared a room and before things got all weird between us. Even if that's all I am ever to get, his friendship would be worth anything in the world to me.

He looked like a child in need of somebody to look after him, pet his hair, and stoke his cheeks when things weren't all right. Nothing like the cocky and manipulative bastard I'd been exposed to lately, but more like a person I think I could truly fall in love with and be with.

That thought really got me thinking.

There and then I was ready to forgive him for being such an idiot, but on the other hand I also realized that if I wanted him back as my friend and possibly more I'd have to work for it. I couldn't just sit and wait for him to fall madly in love with me, I already tried and it didn't work, so I knew just then that I had to do something. Something to make him see me and realize that he needs my attention, which I'm actually pretty sure he does, judging by his almost hidden looks in my direction.

And yes, I have noticed them; I'm just not exactly sure what to do about them or how to interpret them. Kai can be a hard guy to figure out, let me just tell you that.

I guess I must have been dozing after all my hard thinking (…) because I awoke to the feeling of a hand on the small of my back. I must have rolled closer to Kai in my sleep because I know I'd been watching him from across the blanket and when I woke up I was lying right next to him.

It was a wonderful feeling and all my utopian ideas of us together suddenly seemed very close to coming true. It got even better when I shifted, I'd cut of the circulation in one of my arms and it hurt, because he moved a bit closer and said my name.

In my head we were already picking out curtains together for our new dream house…

You see, last time I was supposed to wake him up he said Tyson's name as soon as I touched his shoulder, of course resulting in me letting him oversleep as there was no way in Hell I would be dealing with him like that.

But this time it was me.

Not Tyson.

I liked that.

Before I could think of something to do, though, the very same Tyson showed up with Max on his tails and a huge black pen in his hand.

I suppose it's needless to say that they were both wearing huge grins. Our still peacefully sleeping captain was really in for it!

I moved away from Kai, I didn't really want the two to see how close we'd been, but Tyson motioned me over to hold his hands down while Max held his head and Tyson started drawing a masterpiece.

It was terribly evil and I know I should have said something to make them stop, but the opportunity was just too good to pass up!

Oh yes, I'm a horrible person when it strikes me.

Anyway, Tyson finished doodling and we let go of Kai just as Hillary and Kenny returned.

I don't know how I expected them to react, but I must admit that I was more than a little surprised when they both doubled up with laughter making the rest of us follow suit within seconds.

That of course made Kai wake up…

And of course nobody likes to be laughed at so he demanded an explanation. Hillary just handed him her hand mirror, from a considerable distance, mind you, and we all laughed even more when Kai discovered just what had been done to his pretty face.

Again I don't know how I expected him to react and again I was surprised because instead of getting angry or cursing at us he just kept his face neutral, hmpf'ed and said that for our sake he really hoped that getting that mess off his face would be easy or else we'd all end up with pink hair when he was done with us.

Which of course caused even more laughter.

And the great Kai himself smiled a little and shook his head.

So even he has been affected by this new feeling of sticking together. It's good.

Tyson admitted that he'd been the one drawing, Hillary's really matured him, but he also had to give away that Max and I had been holding him while he'd been doing so… Kai didn't seem to really mind, though, and I was pleasantly surprised when he looked first at Max and then at me and simply called us idiots.

It's the first time he's really looked at me without indifference and slowly boiling anger ever since our little get-togethers.

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I don't know what's prompted this sudden change in him, but I'm thankful it's happened as I now have something to actually fight for instead of just wasting away in self-pity and confusion.

I mean, as different as Tyson and Hillary are they do make a great couple, but it's also easy to see that a lot of work and effort has been put into making them the way they are around each other. I'd be willing to put the same work and effort into alluring Kai and judging by the events at that picnic I'd say things aren't as hopeless as they were.

I've regained some of my confidence, my belief in who I really am and what I'm actually capable of doing. I won't let Kai put me down anymore. I'll stand up to him and hopefully win him over. I want to seduce him the same way he seduced me, except I won't throw him away like he threw me away. I'll keep him and make him realize what a terrible mistake letting go of me was. And then I'll make sure he stays.

I probably sound a bit like an obsessed psycho here… Not what I was going for, really, I just want him to want me the way I want him.

Easy.

I don't know exactly how I'll do this, but I think the smile I sent him that night right before going to bed was a good start. It was sort of, partly seductive. I hope.

He smiled back, Tyson's artistic expressions long gone from his face, and I went to bed with a good feeling.

And so, Diary, I'll be ending this on a positive note, for once, as everything is just peachy! And maybe I'm getting a little ridiculous here, but I had coffee with extra sugar so really, who can blame me?

Nobody! Yay! Go Me!

But speaking of blame I just remembered that I'm not entirely done after all. I went to see Mariah a couple of days ago to break up with her and all that, you know?

Well, she threw a fit like nothing I've ever experienced before, blamed me, blamed Kai, blamed herself and in the end she kicked me out telling me she never wanted to see me again. It wasn't pretty and I was sorry, I do like her, but when I got back home some hours later, I'd just been walking around, she called, apologized and offered that she'd cook me dinner if I came over and told her everything.

Now that's the Mariah I know! So of course I went and we were happy, little 13-year-old girls all night. Just like in the good old days.

I'm glad she came around. I need her as my kid sister and as my friend!

And now I think I've finally reached the final happy note to end this entry on. Mariah's happy, Kai's happy, I think, and I'm happy as well.

Yay! (Sorry, coffee…)

Yours truly

Rei Kon