A/n: This chapter is definiatly PG-13, and Wesley in this chapter is a love-sick puppy. But who doesn't love a love-sick puppy? Planning on making a sequal to this called "Watchers Jounrals" same story line, and way of writting just from Wes's POV and his adventures that take place after this story.


Febuary 13, 1992

Dear Journal,

Doyle gave me a lift half way to London where Wesley was waiting. A messenger backpack, a blazer, jeans, and a white short sleeve t-shirt. I get out of Doyle's car and run over to him. We decided to meet outside a library. (Who would of ever thought! being sarcastic) I hug him and he swings me around.

"I've missed you." I say to him. He looks at me and just kisses me. I hear Doyle's car drive off.

He takes me to his car holding my hand the entire time. I whistle when I see a red convertible. Old fashion to.

"WOW!" I scream. He laughs and tells me, his father's gift to him for being head boy, prefect, and top of his class this year for Christmas. Then he shrugs and says "a car dealer owed him a favor, he did something for him a long time ago. Decided to take advantage of it and get me a car," he explained as I got in. I smile as I got in it and we start driving off into the early morning rising sun.

Well Hampshire is right by the English Channel, and he takes me out on this Ferry early in the morning. He is wearing a baseball cap and I'm wearing a busboy cap. He takes me to "The Isle of Wright" Where merely hold each other tightly the entire time not wanting to let go. Then he takes the car out to Bembridge, the islands resort, not packed that much because it's February way to cold to go swimming. Yet we didn't mind because we were just clinging on each other the entire time. He looks down at me when we get to Bembrige, because we haven't said a word all morning

"Hey" he says to me warmly.

"Hey" I merely say to him before we kiss quickly as we go on a walk on the beach.

We talk for 8 hours...I know that may seem impossible but it isn't. I mean it to. Like we talked about everything, movies, future movies, past movies, and we talked about books, each other, our plans, how many kids we want, what we want to name them, things we want to do different and just so much more. Yet sometimes we wouldn't even talk we would just holds hands, or splash around in the freezing water. Yet by the time we get back to the car parked out in to the secluded beach it's nighttime and it's freezing. He takes out of the trunk of his car a capsule, which contains coffee, and a picnic basket. Oh god, I can feel myself falling for him all over again. So we sit out on the beach and have a small picnic (consisting of hot coffee and eat cookies.) and then he holds me tightly. We both knew it. Its time for our dream to end. It least...by the end of this weekend. He kisses my on the neck and I was all like major Jell-O. Major Jell-O because it was a kind of kiss that makes you gets all tingling, and warm, and made your cheeks turn all red. I had forgotten in the month we had been apart what his kisses did to me. I turn to him and look at him, and he is just looking at my lips like he had never wanted anything more.

"Fred?" he whispers looking at me in the eye now. Is that a tear starting to swell up? "Fred I-I think-Fred...I love you." We kiss, and wow...uuuuhh...uuuhhh... Next thing I know I am waking up in a classy hotel and Wesley is well...lying next to me. Dear god what have I don?


February 14, 1992

Dear Journal,

When I woke up and while Wesley slept I wrote in you. I just marked it yesterday because it all happened yesterday. Anyways it's 11:53 and this is what happened today.

I woke up, freaking out for a second yet then start to remember what had happened last night. He is all-romantic about it, about doing it "right". Lets just say it consisted of roses, candles, and well his hands...hehehehe. Also lets just say I was satisfied. VERY satisfied. Ok, well NC-17 and guttery thoughts. I know I promised mamma and dad I would do it when I was married but, right now, I can't see myself with anyone bust Wesley. I am going to have a large white gown. Wesley's best man is going to be Charles. Cordy will be my braid of honor. Then I'll have him ask me to marry him with my grand-wait a minute. He's getting married. My heart breaks into a thousand pieces...and I felt tears start to well up. Almost as if we are connected (which in some sense I am sure we are.) he wakes up and holds me.

"Oh sweetie I'm so sorry. I never wanted it to make-"

"No Wesley its just...we can't be together after this." I whisper. Then his eyes open wide.

"Run away with me."

"W-what?" I asked him in disbelief.

"Fred, we're doing all these crazy thing's we'd never do at 17 because we both know realize your 17 once and you shouldn't let it go. So come with me. We'll run away to Italy, no one will find us there! Or France. Come on love please." I look at him warmly.

"Wesley?" I whisper holding his face between my hands. He looks up from the ground. "I love you to." he looks up and smiles and starts kissing me again. This time we fall back asleep, nothing happens though but we just stay in each other's arms.