A/N: I don't know what the actual spelling is supposed to be—no, that's a lie, I do: "Maximilian". However, I rather like "Maximillion" better (where on EARTH did I pick that one up? Do people spell it like that ever?) so I'm gonna use that. I figure it doesn't matter, since it's not his original name anyway (which I'm not using 'cause… well… "Crawford"? Try "Gag me.") Oh, and the only time I've ever tasted wine was at a Communion once, so just… overlook any mistakes of mine due to naiveté, s'il vous plait.

January 12 2000

Keeper of my secrets,

Max won't tell me whether he has a diary. I don't care what Tony says. I don't care if he is a sissy. He's nice and he likes music and art and I hope we get to be good friends.

Our fathers all went on business trips together, we think to Tokyo. Tony says they have vending machines for everything, even ladies used underwear. I wonder if that's true?

April 16 2004

Treasure-Box of Thoughts,

The flowers are beginning to bud. How lovely everything is in the spring. Such promise.

My birthday is soon. Mother said she'd let me have my first taste of wine when I turned 13. I wonder what it will be like?

I've started listening to the radio—don't tell mother! She thinks the music is all so coarse and vulgar, but… I suppose what Tony listens to would be considered so. Rap music, talking about guns and violence and sex (ew, I can't understand why anyone would ever want to do that!). And some of the opposite music, the soft rock, makes me want to throw the radio out the window, it's so bad. No nice harmonies or silky-smooth melodies or… I can't think of the word… the deep, breathtaking chords of the harder rock. (Ha ha, what mother would say if she read this!) Some of the lyrics are nice, but they're ruined by the music! I guess that's unfair. It's not all bad.

The reason I got to thinking about that was because we hosted a party yesterday, and Maximillion was there, and he brought his radio like he has often. We hid in one of the adjacent conference rooms and listened, catching up on things. Tony came in a little later and just walked up and turned the station, without even speaking! Loud rap music. Maximillion and I told him to turn it back or turn it off, but Tony refused, so we went out to the adults instead.

I used to think that Tony was my friend, now I'm not so sure. By the way, he says that wine's only good for getting drunk. Unfortunately for him, his mother overheard and gave him a Look, ha ha. Maximillion later asked Tony what it tasted like, and Tony said "dog piss" (oh, if mother ever got her hands on this!)

April 29 2004

Book of Secrets,

Tony was right. Wine's not as good as I'd hoped, and to be completely honest I felt a little sick afterwards. Does that make me unrefined? Mother so wants for me to be a lady.

I think mother is becoming good friends with Mrs. Pegasus.

April 30 2004

Secret Thoughts,

I've finally worked up the courage to write this down. I shouldn't let it bother me, I suppose, but… Father wasn't there for my birthday, which is okay because he was in Berlin on important business. But Tony said "what a pity your father couldn't make his own daughter's birthday" and how he said it hurt a little. Father has a perfectly good excuse! What did Tony mean? Why does his comment sting?