Dear Diary

Chapter 4

Vivien Nimue

Author's Note: Once again HUGE thanks to my reviewers, and I hope you enjoy this chapter (erm I'll shut up now.)

HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS! This chapter is kind of long.

TUESDAY (Continued)

When I got home this evening, M.J rang (infact she called the moment I waked through the door) I hadn't seen her since she'd dashed off to try and save poor old Parker from death by Flash.

'Hi, is that you Liz?' She demanded as I picked the phone up, I could tell by her tone of voice that there was something she REALLY wanted to tell me.

'Erm yes, M.J?' I inquired, just making sure I wasn't chatting to the gasman or something.

'Of course it's me, guess what happened at school today?' She sounded as if she was about to tell me the place had burnt down or something.

'Erm, our Neanderthal friend Flash left Peter Parker plastered in nine various locations around the school?'

She laughed, which I though was a bit cruel if that really HAD happened to poor old Parker, especially since he's obviously madly in love with her.

'Nope.'

'You mean Parker's still in one piece?' I asked in surprise.

'Yup, he totally thrashed Flash, it was hilarious, Peter just kind of went all Matrix on us and Flash ended up lying on the floor covered in Mr Brown's lunch!'

I was astounded.

'You are kidding?'

'Nope, it was amazing.'

'Hang on a minute, I thought you were Flash's girlfriend?' I asked, vaguely confused that she seemed to be so pleased at his downfall.

'Aww come on Liz, it rocked! You should have seen it.'

'Yeah, I wish I had.' It would have been so cool to see my caveman ex get humiliated by Peter Parker! Puny Parker of all people, you have to laugh.

And I've nearly completed that wretched spider project.

WEDNESDAY:

School was fun(ish), it was worth it just to see Flash's 'battle wounds'. Everyone is treating Parker like a time bomb liable to explode, people keep dodging round him in corridors and stuff.

I was nearly driven insane at lunch by Flash droning on and on about his stupid birthday present (a car from his parents). Honestly I've had my car for ages and I don't make any sort of fuss about it however I actually managed to catch the bus today (go moi!)

When I got home mom and dad (well Eric my step dad actually, my real pop left mom when I was two months old and I haven't seen him since, however he does send me vast amounts of money to compensate and apparently has an important legal job in England, and Eric has been around ever since, erm ramble over.) Anyway mom and dad were both looking really excited when I finally got back home (which took a while because I walked.)

'What's going on?' I asked my beaming parents.

'We're having a party.' Replied dad grinning.

'Huh?' I asked, 'what a real society bash?'

My mom nodded.

'To celebrate our 16th wedding anniversary.'

Cool or what? I love parties and my parents haven't thrown one like this for AGES.

'Coolness!' I shrieked, then a horrible though struck me, what if the only people invited were my parents stuffy 'business colleagues' that would be totally bor-ing.

'Erm who are you thinking of inviting?' I asked tentatively.

'Oh everyone.' Replied dad, giving me a 'don't worry' kind of look.

'Can I invite some of my friends?'

'Of course Liz, as many as you want.' Replied mom.

'Gotta go phone M.J.' I called as I dashed out of the room.

M.J's dad answered the phone.

'Who is it?' He demanded gruffly.

'Erm Mr Watson is M.J there please?' He grunted, and a minute later M.J came to the phone.

'Hello?' She asked.

'Hi, M.J it's me.'

'Oh Liz. What's up?'

'Well my parents are throwing one of their parties and I was wondering if you'd like to come.'

'Cool, I'll be there.' M.J replied keenly. 'Where are you having it?'

'Oh the Catathe Hotel, the hotel will be empty apart from the party guests, most of whom are going to stay over.'

'Neat.' Mused M.J.

'Yup, I hope it's going to be FAB.'

I can't wait!!!

FRIDAY:
I can't wait for the party next Saturday it's going to be so cool, and guess who I KNOW are coming…

Norman and Harry Osborn!

I know this because Harry came up to me at lunch today (I was sat with Sally and co).

'Hi Liz!' He greeted me cheerfully.

'Hey Harry' I replied, trying to remain calm.

'My dad and I are coming to your parent's party on Saturday. He explained. (Seeing as my dad and Norman Osborn are like best friends this did kinda make sense.)

'Cool, it'll be a relief to have some more people there who are under 30.'

Harry grinned,

'I was wondering, would it be alright if I bough Peter Parker along?'

'Sure,' I replied smiling 'I've got M.J coming, the more the merrier.'

He grinned again, at the mention of the name 'M.J' (Damnit)

'Oh well see ya Liz.'

'Bye Harry.' I called after him, watching him go until he was out of site.

(Ughh I really need to get over this ridicules crush.)

At this point M.J came over with her lunch, to join me.

'Is Harry coming?'

'Yes,' I replied 'And he's bringing Peter Parker.'

M.J smiled 'cool.'

I've already selected my outfit; it's this really nice blue dress. But there is one tiny little problem…the massive price tag. I'm going to have to start being REALLY nice to my moneylenders, erm parents.

Yes I think I'll go and make my dear mother and father a nice cup of tea, la, la, la…

SATURDAY:

I went shopping with mom, and bought the dress!! (Not to mention a batching bag, shoes and jewellery) it was incredibly neat.

Then I helped mom pick out a dress (a flowy pink satin number, that makes her look rather like a flamingo, a very pretty flamingo though.)

Afterwards she took me for pancakes. Once we'd ordered she began the conversation.

'Liz, about this party…'

'Yeah?' I inquired, interested.

'Well, your step-brother, Mark Raxton will be there.' She said it very hesatively.

(Mark is Eric's son by his first marriage; he's five years older than me and a 'scientific genius' apparently.)

'The Mark I haven't seen for 5 years?'

'Yup'

'So?' I asked confused, not entirely sure why this seemed to be bothering her so much.

'Well,' mom muttered 'He still resents his father for marrying me, and ever since his mother's death last year…' Mom trailed off, but I knew what she meant.

'Ahh, so you want me to make a special effort to be friendly?'

'If you wouldn't mind.'

'Sure' I replied, and I smiled. But secretly I was worried. What if Mark really did hate mom and me, last time his visited he refused to talk to either of us! And dad was sure to favour Mark his only "real" child.

Mom tapped my hand reassuringly.

'Don't worry Liz, I'm sure it will all turn out fine.'

I sure hope so, but somehow my chocolate pancakes didn't taste quite so good after that news.