Title: The Diary Project
Warnings: Respect the rating.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
IMPORTANT NOTE; READ FIRST: This is only Yamato's half of the story. Reading this document in its entirety will only give you half the story. You must read Taichi's half as well for this story to make sense. "Sparkle Itamashii" is writing Taichi's half of the story- it has the same title as this half.
Day 17 - Monday
I'm sitting here writing this when I really should go to sleep, but it's still eluding me despite the fact that it avoided me all of last night so I figured I may as well make use of the time instead of laying in bed running things through my head.
Today was my last full day of work before school starts up again and I spent most of it trying to stay awake. Why sleeping on the floor of the Book Store was more desirable than at home in my bed I don't know but I kept nearly dropping off right there behind the shelves. By eleven o'clock I could barely keep my eyes open and it was a battle to remember the alphabet so I could put the books in the right order. I remember having real difficulty trying to find the shelf this one author was supposed to be on and couldn't figure out the problem until later when I realised I was putting it in the wrong section. I'm only glad I didn't get put on the cash register for very long, that could've been a disaster. I probably would've ended up short changing everybody and pissing off all our customers.
Lunchtime was a bit of a blow considering I'd forgotten Taichi now had soccer. I'd been looking forward to talking to him and was hoping he could wake me up. Instead, I sat at one of the food court tables for an entire hour and ate my lunch without really noticing.
It took effort to survive through the afternoon and I'm pretty sure I did fall asleep when I sat down in the back room for five minutes, but thankfully Dad called me on my mobile and woke me up before I got caught.
For the first time in I don't know how long he was going to pick me up from work. I was a little skeptical and wondered if he was joking but he did come and pick me up and he wasn't even late.
He'd hired a movie from the video store and we ordered delivery and ate in front of the television. When the credit's were rolling he asked how the band played on the weekend and he seemed really pleased when I told him we'd done well.
He thinks he's going to come watch us play this Friday night. I'm a little bit nervous about that. It's very rare that our parents ever really see us play, except for Yutaka's mum who always wanders out to the garage when we're too loud or when she's bringing us food. I always get the feeling dad's going to laugh at me or say something that's not really useful whereas Yutaka's mum used to play the piano and can usually give us some good pointers. Not that Yutaka ever appreciates that since he's more concerned about his drums.
Anyway, dad sent me off to bed and I'm here now with all my pillows and blankets trying to figure out why on earth I'm not sleepy. I kinda wish Taichi had willing to talk to me on the phone a little longer but he tired from soccer practice so I had to let him go.
Maybe if I play my guitar for a bit I'll calm down.
IMPORTANT NOTE; PLEASE READ: This is only Yamato's half of the story. Reading this document in its entirety will only give you half the story. You must read Taichi's half as well for this story to make sense. "Sparkle Itamashii" is writing Taichi's half of the story- it has the same title as this half.
To read this story as it is supposed to be read, please switch to Sparkle Itamashii's page and read the corresponding chapter of "The Diary Project" there as well. (or if you found her page first, please proceed to the next chapter on her page.)