OK. So I have taken ages to get a new chapter in and it probably will suck. But I've got lots to do and for me school is out so bear with me for now.

Chapter 2

(Polly's diary)

You would have thought there was more to the party, more to the game. Joe doesn't seem to have realized why I feel this way. The party was a let down. Frankie pulled Joe away as soon as I talked to him. He didn't react. Almost ever since I met him I've loved him, cared for him, wished he was closer to me than a friend, at least a brother. But he doesn't care; well he doesn't show it. His little "Oh can I celebrate your birthday with you?" gag was just fake. He had invited a bunch of people over using the spare key that I had given to him last week. Sometimes I wish I'd never met him. Life would probably be easier, simpler… Well he still hasn't left, and all he is doing now is trying to see what I'm writing.

(End of diary entry)

"Polly?"

She carried on ignoring him. Her back turned she picked up her stuff and decided to clear up the mess. Most people had left. Joe and Frankie had just come back from saying good-bye to Dex.

"Polly?"

"Hmm?"

"Oh for-"

"Now Joseph." Frankie interjected, "I think it would be best if we left."

Polly sighed glancing up at the pair trying her hardest not to glare at Frankie.

"You go Frankie, I'll catch up."

"If you say so Joe."

Joe smiled hugging her. Then he bent down to face Polly who had just been watching sourly.

"I know you hate her." Joe said sympathetically, "But you can't really expect me to give her up as a friend?"

Polly stood up, not answering, eyes downcast.

"Come on Pol…" Joe allowed his voice to drift off.

Polly's anger got the better of her, "Just leave me be Joe. I'm surprised we are actually alone, for once. Do you know this is the first time in past 2 weeks we have been alone, together!"

"Is that really all there is?"

"ALL THERE IS!!!"

Polly stormed out and sat on the stairs. She felt faint and closed her eyes. Then putting her head in her hands she wept.

Next morning:

Polly opened her eyes. Looking either side of her she saw nothing but her bedroom. The curtains shut, heater on, the soft colors of the bed sheets lying neatly on top of her. She was fully dressed. Hearing a clatter downstairs she blearily yet somehow quietly got out. Creeping across the room she opened the door. Everything was the same. She felt somehow relaxed, though having no memory of going to bed, and that there was somebody else in the house. Padding her way down the carpeted stairs Polly turned into the living room. Standing in the middle was Joe. Polly smiled. He had obviously been about to go to wake her.

"Morning Polly."

Polly walked forward, "I'm sorry about last night."

"Sorry? Whatever for? It should be me saying that."

"Then say it."

"Sorry. Come on lets get something to eat."

Polly hesitated.

"Wait." She headed towards him, and embraced him. She put her forehead against his shoulder. Joe held her firmly.

"Oh Polly!" Joe said in an exasperated whisper.

"Why didn't you leave last night?"

"I was worried."

"Thank you for staying." Pulling away she walked briskly towards the kitchen.

"Pol. Get me some breakfast."

"Get your own Joe, I'm no slave."

Awful? Well all I do know is that it's not brilliant. Please can you tell me ways to improve it? Err… on another note, I'm starting a account so look out there. Well need to go Last day of school for me.