Chapter 2- "The Diary"

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6/1/05- From the diary of Libby Folfax

Dear Diary,

A lot has been going down lately. Mrs. Fowl told us we were all going to Egypt. The last time we went there, I got my new 'do, and it's been kickin' lately. I get to go with Sheen (yes!). He acts really weird sometimes, but I think he does it to try and impress me. Diary, I'm not sure how I feel about him yet. I mean, he is really weird, but in a cute kind of way. I know his Ultra Lord thing turns me off, but, ya know, everyone is a little weird. As long as he takes his medication, he gonna be just fine. I definitely like him, but I guess I haven't talked about it much yet. After Jimmy built that device that went into the future, I kissed him, and we held hands. That felt real special. I thought he was gonna be my boyfriend then, but I guess we kept acting like friends. I think boys are really immature, and I'm not sure he's ready to take it to the next level. He seems like he will never grow out of that stupid Ultra Lord show. I will never tell anyone this, but remember that melted Ultra Lord he gave me? I still have it, y'all. I guess maybe, deep down, I find Ultra Lord kind of cool. That's just one of those weird things I have to accept about Sheen. I know I've been changing my mind a lot in this entry, but it just goes to show how back and forth I am about a lot of stuff. I did tell him I was his girlfriend once, but I never pursued it any further than that. Time is gonna tell, Diary, but I hope he and I can kick something up on this trip. I gotta admit, he is kind of cute, in a goofy way.

See ya,

Libs

Almost in a perfectly mechanized arrangement, Libby's parents called her for dinner right after she put down her pen. She took time to gaze at the entry with a smile. She couldn't deny it to herself any longer. Sheen was kind of cute, and she did like his quirky side. That's what made him special. But, she still knew that Sheen had a lot of maturing to do. Maybe she needed to give him the benefit of the doubt, she thought, considering that girls do mature faster than boys. Of course, looking at Brittany fawning over Nick, you wouldn't really think so. There's plenty of time for that, though, down the road. Before she left her room, she picked up her diary, securely placed it between her arms, and gave it a big hug. At the same time, she had a self-satisfied smile, pretty happy that she was going to be with Sheen for two weeks. She knew that she liked Sheen. She just didn't know how much more she was going to like him once the trip ended.

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6/1/05- Sheen's Journal- (Two hours later)

Hello, my spiraled, paper-wielding friend,

My chicky babe Libby and I are going back to Egypt for a few weeks. I like that, but she won't let me bring Ultra Lord (whimpering). Do not dismay, my friend, for I shall rise above this and show her the superior skills I have acquired from the Ultra League of….. Slowing down….. I have to try to be less hyper. My Libs mentioned something about that. I would talk longer, but my doorbell is ringing, and I must answer it with the power of… (Never mind).

The Sheenster

Mr. Estevez was busy contemplating the newspaper in his La-Z-Boy, chair, so it was up to Sheen to answer the door. Sheen descended the declivity of stairs that stood between him and the door by riding down the banister. He had kind of a sick but pleasurable look on his face when he did so, despite how dangerous it was. In several quick motions, he asked who it was, and was very happy to hear the reply.

"This is Libby Folfax at the door. Someone open up."

Sheen could not contain his excitement of her being at his house, but, despite his enthusiasm, he opened the door slowly.

"Hello, my Queen. What brings you to my domain?"
"Hey, Sheen. I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang at the Candy Bar with me."

"You didn't call, my Queen."

"I tried to, but the phone was tied up."

Sheen remembered that he had been talking to an Ultra Lord comic book dealer and felt slightly embarrassed.

"Uh, I was in the….. shower place."

"And it took you two hours, Sheen?"

"Well, yes."

"It doesn't matter, Sheen. Do you want to come or not?"

"Well, I did eat dinner already, Libs Baby, and my bedtime is in a few hours, but I do want to partake in the luscious flow of ice cream on my taste buds. Even Ultra Lord has to allow the creamy flow of ice cream……"

"Sheen, calm down!" Libby interrupted.

Sheen was rendered speechless by this act. He knew that he was acting spastic, and he had vowed just minutes earlier to try and quell his fervor for Ultra Lord in the public venue. Calming down, his voice returned to him a few seconds later.

"Okay, Libs," he chortled. "Just let me ask my dad. Do you want to come in?"

"Sure, Sheen. You're acting like a real gentleman now. See how nice it is when you act calm like this?"

"Heh, heh," Sheen said with a slight blush.

He had just noticed a pleasant odor permeating from Libby, something he had neglected to notice until now. It made him feel all tingly inside, but he was too afraid to tell her. He also finally took notice of her apparel. She was wearing her usual jeans, but it looked as though she had put purple highlights in her hair, and she was wearing a blue, strapless blouse. Sheen found this rather attractive, and he couldn't help but steal several looks at her as she walked from his foyer into the den. Mr. Estevez was adjusting his spectacles while seemingly ruminating over the sports page.

"I can't believe the Astros lost again," he mumbled.

"Hey, Dad?" Sheen said.

"If they make the playoffs, it will be a miracle. Personnel and managing issues, and what not," he continued to mumble.

"Dad?"

"What's the use of thinking that? They did break .500 and look like they could win a division title."

"Yo, Mr. E," Libby finally blurted out.

"Say what?" Mr. Estevez said startled. "Who is that? Oh, hi, Libby. I didn't hear you come in. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Yes, sir. Sheen wants to know if it is ok for us to hang at the Candy Bar. We want to talk about our trip this Saturday."

"Oh, yes," Mr. Estevez said gruffly. "Of course, the trip. Just lock the door, and get back by eight."

"Thank you, Mr. E. I'll take good care of him (She winked)."

This statement scared but enthralled Sheen at the same time. Now that she had posited this with Mr. Estevez, she invited Sheen to go with her, and they exited his house. They could of sworn they heard Mr. Estevez grunt something about batting averages on the way out.

End Chapter 2