I love boys

They're so hot

They bring me joy

And ugly they're not!

"Miss, I need a glass of water."

"Hey, Zoey, since you're in my Science class can I get a free burger?"

"Zoey, pick up that plastic palm tree!"

"Where the heck are my fries? I ordered them an hour ago!"

Zoey ran around the large tree house, carrying plates and cups and dirty dishrags. Her apron was splattered with ketchup and an assortment of other dirty things that could stain clothes. She was sweating and the room felt cramped. People were yelling out orders. The other waitresses were also running about, trying to juggle fifty things at once. Zoey turned around to grab someone's order, but ended up slipping in a puddle of water and falling to the floor.

"Ouch," she groaned.

Tammy Waters, a fellow waitress with dark hair streaked red, balanced four plates on one hand and pulled Zoey up with the other. "Tough luck," she mused. "Don't worry you'll get better at it. I've been working here since it opened and I still have some trouble balancing everything out." She glanced at her watch. "It's almost 6:30. Doesn't your shift end soon?"

Zoey nodded and thanked Tammy for helping. She then bustled off to carry out all the remaining orders. She would be so glad when her shift was over. She would just go to her dorm room and collapse on her bed and… Wait! She suddenly remembered Chase and pictured him waiting at the movies, expecting her soon. She sighed. She definitely wasn't in the mood to go to the movies. But she couldn't just turn Chase down after she had said she would go to the movies with him.

She finished serving a table of four and the quickly ran to the back room to change. It was finally 6:30 and her shift was over. She pulled off her dirty apron and shoved it into her purse. Then she grabbed her cell phone and started out of the Coconut Tree House. As she climbed the ladder downwards, she dialed Chase's number.

On the second ring he answered. "Hello?"

"Hi, Chase, it's me." Zoey stood for a second and adjusted her coat. "My shift just finished and I am totally exhausted. Is it ok if we reschedule our movie plans?"

"Uh… well… okay… Yeah, Zoey, if you're exhausted you should go to sleep." Chase's voice cracked. "I'll see you tomorrow- or you know what? Maybe I'll drop by your room later? We can watch a movie or something at PCA! What do you think? Then you wouldn't have to move or…"

"Sorry, Chase, I'm going to bed early tonight." Zoey yawned and flipped her cell phone shut. Then she headed on towards the school, ready to change into her pajamas and collapse into bed and go into hibernation.

Chase sighed and flipped his cell phone shut. Then he opened it again and dialed Michael's number. It rang three times before Michael answered. "Hello……"

"Hey, Michael, want to watch a movie?"

"What the- I thought you were going with Zoey?"

Chase sighed. "She was… uh, tired."

"Ah, man! You were going to confess to her today, weren't you?" Michael had sounded tired before, but now he was frustrated. Since the day Chase had met Zoey he had fallen head over heels for her and she still didn't know how he felt. Tonight was going to be the night. But all that was shattered now…

"Well… I guess it wasn't the right time," Chase said glumly. "So want to catch a movie or what? I'm already here and I brushed my hair today and everything. So how about it?" He sounded hopeful, too hopeful for Michael to turn down.

"Sure. I'll be there in five minutes."

Dana sat in the dark on her bed, looking through her old diary. Tears ran down her cheeks as memories flooded her brain. The last entry in the diary was written the day before she turned fifteen. The diary, she would call it her 'diary of when she was fourteen', contained pages full of hearts with Logan's name in them and names such as 'Mrs. Dana Reese' written in pink ink across the top. She started reading an entry.

Dear Diary,

I cannot believe I actually LIKE Logan Reese! Word about this cannot go out or else I will be completely and totally humiliated. Why me? I'm can't like him… I'm not SUPPOSED to like him. I have to despise him… well… I wish I did. I can't stop thinking about him. I shouldn't be saying things like that. After all, I don't care about guys. That's Nicole's thing!

"How stupid was I?" Dana murmured softly to herself. She flipped a few pages.

Dear Diary,

I confessed to him today. I didn't mean to it just kind of… you know, came out of my mouth before I could stop it. We were at lunch and he told me to pass the ketchup. When I did our hands touched and our eyes met and I SWEAR there was a moment! So I thought I was going crazy and figured that I should just tell him how I felt instead of beating myself up about it. So after lunch I called him over and… are you reading for this? I KISSED HIM! But you know what the best part was? He kissed me back! Then I told him I liked him and my face must've been as red as a tomato, I don't know. Then he said he liked me too and… ah, life can't GET any better, can it?

At this point, tears were falling at a rapid pace down Dana's cheeks. Her fingers trembled as she flipped to the very last page of the diary. The page where everything went wrong… the page where he happily ever after shattered. She took a deep breath to steady herself and read.

Dear Diary,

I am turning fifteen tomorrow. I was going to celebrate it with Logan, but then… he turned his back on me. He… broke up with me. I'm so stupid for thinking he was the One. How could I have thought that? I was taking a walk on the beach today and I saw him with another girl. They were kissing and… I didn't know what to do! So I ran up to them and pushed them into the ocean and ran away crying. Logan caught up to me and yelled at me and asked why I did that. Then he hit me across the face! Then we got into this really awful argument. I was yelling and he was… drunk. I guess he didn't have control over what he was doing, but I was heartbroken and he dumped me in front of everyone. U feel so… I don't know. I don't feel like there's a reason to live anymore.

By now, Dana was sobbing uncontrollably. The diary fell out of her hands. She sat on her bed and cried. The tears wouldn't stop. She couldn't stop. Her hands moved up to her face. She tried to wipe them away, but more just kept coming. She felt as if she was drowning in her tears. The thought of that scared her. She needed love and warmth, but she didn't know where to turn to. She just had her tears and her loneliness.