It's been a week and im still in love with that Tux Plushie… sailorceb and Angel Des, I wasn't able to see your websites in your reviews so I couldn't check it out ( Thanks for your help though! I've come up with an idea… I'll FLY to Japan and buy a shipment of Tuxie plushies and give you all one because you're all so wonderful for reviewing… and keep the leftovers… or sell them at ridiculously high prices on ebay. And while I'm at it… I'll battle Naoko Takeuchi for the rights to Sailormoon too! Bwahahaha…

Thanks To: TropicalRemix, Priestess of Nottingham, whitey9h, cardcaptor eternity (aww is it holding a rose?), sailorceb, ffgirlmoonie, Serena and Darien7, Red-Rose18, Poisonmoon, Jhuoiya, CharmedSerenity3, bunny, Angel Des, Alicia Blade, Ishq, princess-nav, Miss Jessica Rabbit, Lexi Wexi (your gf loves u. She would let you read her diary but do you REALLY wanna invade her privacy like that?), Venus love-55, pencil gal (chocolate covered strawberries! Sam you hentai you! Maybe I'll write it in a story that isn't PG rated), Rose Zen, SailorButtons, prettigurl7, Endy's Girl, cool., Moonygirl'04, Courtney, shortstory-writer, AtLossforWords and Starlit Warrior

Title: Ski Bunny Blues
Author: Crystal Saturn
Rated: T13
Chapter: 5- Diary Fiasco

I awoke to the delectable smell of fresh hotcakes and the tinkering sound of cutlery against plates. I turned over onto my side and realized that Darien was already awake and had made his bed. Sitting up, I stretched and yawned, letting a shudder run through my body as it lost a considerable amount of heat from the lack of blankety warmness. I silenced myself and realized this could be my once chance to sneak a peek at what Darien had written the night before. Slowly, I made my way to his side of the room, to his bed. I lifted up his pillow and sure enough, there were a few mildly crumpled sheets of paper but before I could reach for them, I heard the sound of slippers coming down the hall. I plopped Darien's pillow back into position and hurled myself back into bed, throwing my blanket over my body and unfortunately kicking one of my slippers across the room. I felt the weight of someone sitting beside me on my bed and I could feel their presence getting closer and closer to my face.

"HEY! MEATBALL HEAD! GET UP!" Darien yelled.

"Ohh that is just soooo like you." I faked a few grumbles and rubbed my eyes.

"Breakfast." He smiled his usual cheeky early morning smile. That was the difference between him and me. I hated the mornings, he seemed to relish them.

"Why thank you, Jeeves. Off you go now, I'm sure you have some doors to open, furniture to dust." I stuck my nose into the air and used my best snobby accent I could muster up.

"Well actually miss. Your breakfast will be served in the kitchen." Darien lifted the plate of hotcakes away from my reach, wafted it in front of my face for a moment and left towards the kitchen.

"Rats…" I pouted and crossed my arms. Hopping out of bed, I deliberated whether I should use this time to my advantage and read what Darien had written or if I should just stumble into the kitchen and eat my pancakes.

Food it was.

Darien's point of View

Serena finally made her way into the kitchen and I took that as my chance to sneak into the room and take a look at what she was giggling at in her diary. It's about me. I KNOW it is. Since it's about me, I believe I have a right to know. Or at least, that's my argument. I strolled into the room and was about to reach under Serena's pillow when I heard her holler from the kitchen.

"Darieeeen… do you know where the orange juice is? Ohhh never mind. I've got it!"

I sighed and regained my composure. I was then about to lift up Serena's pillow once again when I heard footsteps coming towards me from in the hallway. Managing to leap onto my bed just in time, I pretended to be resting.

"Hey uhh… Darien…" Serena leaned up against the doorframe, "I think I left my wallet in your car…"

"And?" I looked up

"Could you get it for me?"

"The keys are on the table. You can get it yourself. I don't know where it'll be"

She looked at me blankly for a moment.

"It's in the front passenger seat. Where I was sitting. Can't you go? Please? You're already dressed. I'm still in my Pj's and its cold outside."

"Didn't stop you from going out last night."

"Fine!" Serena huffed after much deliberation. She snatched the keys and stormed outside.

This was it. She'd be gone for at least 30 seconds. The only chance I'd get to read Serena's diary would be now, if I smuggled it out of the room. I swiftly moved out of the room and climbed a ladder up to a little 'hide out'. It was simply a space above the store rooms which looked down at the kitchen and dining areas. It was quite some distance away from the ground, about 2 or 3 metres, 10 feet or so up. I hid up there while I opened the diary. I quickly flipped through the pages to her latest entry and read it to myself.

Dear Diary,

Wow! That was close… too close. Darien and I got caught sneaking back into the cabin after going out for some burgers. I can't believe Mina! First she made me sit in the car with Darien for 7 hours on the way here, then she put me in the same room as him and now she makes it sound like I love the guy. She implied that I, Serena, and he, Darien got up to something while we were away- mind you- it would NEVER EVER happen. NOT IN A MILLION YEARS! NO WAY IN HELL!

I was interrupted by the sound of Serena coming through the front door. She sped back into the room, the car keys jingling with every stride. I felt sick in the pit of my stomach as I closed the diary. I didn't want to read any more. All this time I had felt something for Serena. I liked her, I truly did. I thought she may have had feelings for me too- but I was wrong. Horribly wrong. All this time I thought our little arguments were just play fights to hide from each other our true feelings. But she had nothing to hide. She really did hate me. I sighed and carefully climbed back down to the ground and walked down the hallway to return Serena's Diary before she realized it was missing.

Serena's Point of View

I had hoped that Darien would go out and get my wallet for me in his car, which would've bought me enough time to quickly browse through his notes that he wrote down the night before but alas, he didn't so I had to get it myself. I hoped though that he wouldn't be around when I got back. He wasn't and I figured he may have been in the living room with the others, being entertained by video games. I checked the hallway once more before diving for the notes under Darien's pillow. I took a seat on his bed and began to read through them.

Dear Diary… or at least I think that's how these are supposed to go.

I'm sitting here writing on this here fine sheet of white paper simply because I can, and because Serena is lying on her bed writing in her diary so I felt like I needed one too. Gosh this is really stupid. I feel like such a tool… whoever invented the idea of writing down all your thoughts in a book really must be crazy and anyone else who does it just for fun must be equally insane. It's almost as crazy as talking to yourself. Loony! I'm looking over at Meatball Head writing in her diary. She's giggling at something and I want to know what it is. She's just so ditzy sometimes. Mina not only stuck her in my car along the way here, she put her in the same room as me to sleep in for the next 7 days. I honestly don't know how long I'll last. Serena drives me totally crazy! 7 whole days of being in the same room as her… I'm never gonna make it.

And at that point, I realized someone had just walked in. It was Darien. Uh oh… He had caught me red handed, reading his notes.

"You're reading my… diary?" He looked at me as if I was nothing more than a petty thief.

"I know how this looks and I just… I just…" I really couldn't justify this in any other way. I was guilty.

"You decided you wanted to take a look into my personal thoughts? Breach my privacy rights?" Strangely enough, Darien's tone had changed. It was much more scary than when I last spoke to him. His eyes were colder than the winter nights.

"Well I just didn't think you'd really write anything…" I still attempted to justify myself even though I knew it was useless. "It's not like I read anything that I really wanted to anyway."

My heart sank at the thought of the last few words. I drove him crazy? Was I really that bad? I always thought that he teased me because he has some sort of affection for me. That was the only reason why I teased him back. Immature I know, it's kind of like one of those grade school crushes… but I guess I was wrong. He really did hate me. I felt my eyes begin to water but then realized that in his hands, Darien held a familiar looking pink spiral book.

"You have my diary!" I yelled back as realization dawned upon me. He looked down at his hand in shock.

"I found it outside." He shrugged.

"Don't lie to me! You read it didn't you?"

"It's not like I read anything that I really wanted to anyway" Darien used my words against me and tossed my diary back onto my bed. He then turned and walked out of the room, leaving me to think about everything that had just happened.

Darien had just read my diary. I felt so deprived of my privacy. He knew everything. He knew about my feelings for him and yet… he didn't feel the same way. I dropped his papers and crawled onto my bed. I picked up my diary and looked down at it. A single tear escaped my eyes, trickled down my cheeks and dropped onto the hard cover of my pink diary. I held my diary protectively close to my chest and closed my eyes.

"He doesn't feel the same way" I whispered to myself and felt more tears springing to my eyes. I carefully placed my diary back under my pillow, lifted the bed covers over my head and let the tears silently slide down my face.

Darien's Point of View

I left her in the room, feeling as though she had betrayed me. I slipped outside and sat on one of the wooden chairs on the porch. I sighed and looked out at the purity and innocence of everything around me. I felt so dirty in its presence. Sure, I had violated Serena's trust too, but I never thought she would do it to me. I thought she was better than that. I thought she actually felt something for me, but after reading what I did, there is no doubt whatsoever that she has no feelings for me.

"Hey Daz. What are you doing out here?" Andrew slowly walked out of the cottage and sat on the chair next to me.

"Just thinking…" I replied, the icy tone in my voice had gone and was replaced with one of disappointment and sadness.

"Of… Serena?"

Was it that obvious?

"What do you mean Drew?" I raised my eyebrow at him curiously

"Oh come on. It's pretty damn obvious to everyone but yourselves that you're smitten over each other."

"No we're not." I shook my head and crossed my arms. "There's nothing going on between us at all. She has no feelings for me and I don't like her either." I lied, I still did have feelings for Serena. How could I not?

"Da-Nile is a river in Egypt, but alright…if that's what you say. When you finally come to your senses and decide to admit to yourself you have feelings for her, you know you'll be able to talk to me k?" Andrew walked back into the cottage, knowing I needed time to myself.

I sat there alone, contemplating his words and my feelings. I was lost and alone. I felt empty and betrayed. I didn't know what I was going to do about Serena, but I was certain I wouldn't be able to talk to her, let alone look at her in the same way again.

There you have it… another chapter! Tell me what you think! Please REVIEW! I love getting reviews. It's just so much fun! Oh and if anyone knows any updates with the TM Plushie… feel free to email me. Until next weekend… or maybe sooner…

Crystal Saturn