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Woo! I am BACK! Thank you for all your reviews and since I have practically had people begging me to update, here it is.

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As you'll probably realise, this is written from Kira's perspective. It's like in a diary. I hope I got into her character well, but if I didn't please let me know with any comments to how I could make it better? I would appreciate that immensely.

So, this story is in conjunction with my other new one 'Any Excuse For A Parade' which is the other main characters perspective. It wouldn't matter if you didn't read both but it might be a good idea? Anyway, on with the story!

Disclaimer: This is purely FICTION, hence the site. If it was real, it would have happened in the series and if I owned Power Rangers, Ninja Storm and Dino Thunder would still be on. So take the hint, I don't own Power Rangers at all. I also don't own any of the songs etc mentioned in this. 'Freak You Out' belongs to Emma Lahana and 'Alice in Wonderland' also doesn't belong to me. It belongs to the person who wrote the book. I just don't know their name.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 4

Well, the Boy Wonder has somehow managed to surprise me yet again.

I got up at around 9am because my bruises from yesterday's fight were killing me. I'd hardly got any sleep all night. I kept tossing and turning. It's not fair. Whichever way I lay, there's always a bruise or ache to annoy me. Couldn't the monsters focus on one side of the body so I could at least find one comfy position? Or better yet, it would be nice if for once they blew themselves up, just to save us some time and effort.

When I'd made my way downstairs, obviously after I'd carefully hidden my bruises from the human eye, I was met with only Dustin in the kitchen. He smiled at me and handed me my breakfast. I took it graciously. See, even I can be nice when I really try. We ate in silence but my brain was working over time. He kept grinning at me, like the Cheshire cat from 'Alice in Wonderland'. He was planning something but I had no idea what. When I'd finished he dragged me out of the door and into his car. It took all my patience not to scream from pain. He just had to choose the wrist that's swollen to grip, didn't he? I guess I can't blame him too much as he didn't know. Am I going soft?

We drove for over two hours. I incessantly asked where we were going but I have to hand it to him. He is good at keeping secrets. He wouldn't tell me, even when I threatened to tell his parents he was gay. I couldn't help it. It was the first thing that came to mind when I noticed that most of his clothes were always yellow. He, unfortunately, didn't cave and I just had to make do with sulking for the next ten minutes.

He finally told me to cheer up and put in one of his CD's. Actually, I have to admit the guy has good taste in music. The next thing I knew, he was looking at me and smiling. I questioned him about it and he just laughed and said, 'you have a good voice'. A compliment if I've ever heard one. And, I haven't heard that many.

I can't believe it but we really had a nice (for lack of a better word) conversation. I think it started on the CD and it moved to what we'd been doing recently and then to stories from good times we'd had in our respected towns with out respected friends. It was in fact, dare I say it, fun.

When we arrived, I got out and looked around. I vaguely remembered it, if I thought really hard, which hurt a lot. I looked to Dustin when he came around the car and stood next to me. He smiled (God, it's so adorable when he does…Wait…) and motioned to the park. I shrugged and we set of along the path. For some reason, there was hardly anyone about, except for a couple of cyclists and the odd couple here and there.

We reached the swings in the park and since, as I've mentioned, there were no kids, we sat down on them. I began swinging slightly and he did the same. He looked to me and grinned, "You remember it?"

Honestly, I didn't apart from the nagging feeling inside me that told me I'd been here before but I couldn't have said where or when. I shook my head.

He continued and what he said offered me a sense of relief and proved that I wasn't the only one with a weak memory, "Neither do I. Apparently, my mum says we came here all the time when we were little because it was very peaceful or something. I don't know. It just seemed like a pleasant place to try and apologise for ditching you yesterday." How sweet was that? He went to all that difficulty just for me.

I told him it was ok and he shouldn't have gone to all this trouble. He shook his head again. His wavy hair flared everywhere and a piece landed on his forehead. My God, I just wanted to push it away. Hold up… something about this whole thing doesn't sound so right. I need to keep to the story; otherwise I might go off on a tangent. Again. He told me it wasn't a problem.

I swear, I only looked away for like a minute before returning my gaze to him and he was already half way down the path. While I was still contemplating whether to follow him or not, he was back with an ice cream. The boy persistently continues to knock me for six. How many lads do I know that would go to this much trouble and then even bother about me the whole while we were there? None, that's the answer. Trent would be either smothering Krista in spit or talking to her on the phone; Ethan would be zapping some computer freaks on his lap top; Connor would be ogling over some girl and coming up with some 'witty' (I use the term loosely) line to come on to her with; while Dr.O would be paranoid we'd get attacked and wouldn't sit still for over a minute. I love the guys to death and I know I go on at them like the plague to treat me more like one of the 'guys' but I have to admit, actually being thought of as a 'lady' and being treated like one was a nice feeling. I could actually get used to it.

We talked for the rest of the day about most things and I was so relieved when my communicator didn't go off once. I guess Mesomess it taking a break from having a monster being blown into smithereens. I was kind of glad as well. I didn't want to go fight some evil alien that had nothing better to do than wipe us of the face of the planet. Well, at least try to that is. I was having a nice time with Dustin. I presume you really can't judge a book by its cover. I thought Dustin was flaky, but it turns out that deep down he's very cool. I told you, I need to work on my stereotyping. Then again, he probably has assumptions about me and I hope I've changed his mind.

We set of back in the car and then the next thing I know, I was 'home', on the couch and with a blanket over me. I must have been zonked out for a while because when I came too it was almost 8pm. I know it didn't take that long to get home. I have a slight worry about how I got into the house though. I'm guessing Dustin had something to do with it, so I think I should thank him. And for a great day. It essentially made me feel better about having to spend my time in Blue Bay. Made me feel that maybe it won't be all that bad.

I do, if truth be told, think I'm going drippy. I can't identify with it. This isn't me. I am not like this. Next thing I know, I'll be wearing dresses, dying my hair platinum blond and going shopping with Cassidy. It has to stop now.

I slowly got up. If I get up too fast, I go dizzy and end up falling back down. That's why I'm usually late for school. Well, that's my excuse. It's actually because I can't be bothered getting up and I hate school. At least when we all go back, we'll be seniors. One more year and then its freedom! Woo! I could really do with not having to fight evil guys next year because of the amount of work I'm going to have to do but it really doesn't matter what I want does it? I always seem to get the opposite.

After I'd steadied myself I made my way into the kitchen and found Dustin, his parents and mine. Following the sarcastic comments about me being able to sleep though a hurricane, being compared to 'Sleeping Beauty' etc etc etc, we all went out for something to eat. It was ok I guess. Apart from when we got asked what we'd done all day, we told them and the immature adults went into 'Oooooh, isn't that cute! Dustin and Kira had a date!' I went red as the tablecloth. I always do when my love life, or lack thereof, is brought into any situation. One of the reasons I can't understand why Connor hasn't figured it out yet. Dustin didn't look to good himself. His skin is dark so it hides most of his blush but he started sweating and his body language gave away he was humiliated.

After I'd composed myself I simply said, "No, it wasn't a date. It was just me and Dustin trying to get to know each other, after you have kept us both apart for the past ten years." That shut them up, I can tell you. I got thanked by Dustin for that later on.

When we got home, I decided I wanted to spend some time on my own and made my way to 'my' room. I caught Dustin about an hour later on his way to his room and I had to stop him. He looked at me questioningly and I blushed, again. Jesus, what is happening to me? Why does he make me feel like I'm about two inches tall?

I said thanks for today and it was nice to talk to him. He said the same to me and I swear, we stood there for around 5 minutes just looking at each other. That was awkward. It was worse than being faced with all the monsters we've faced all at one. I felt like he was studying me and picking out every little defect I had. Although, it was nice to have someone bother so much a bout me. In a strange way, I enjoyed being with just him. I'm doing it again. Urghhhhhhhhhh!

Dustin finally got called downstairs because Shane was on the phone. Who calls someone at 11pm at night? The Shane guy seriously has issues. We ended the silence with a quiet and short, 'I'll see you tomorrow' before I went back into my room and he went to get the phone.

That's how I got here, writing in you, my diary. I can't sleep subsequent to that. There is no way in hell. Why did I have butterflies? Was I nervous? Yeah, that's what it's got to be because I don't usually say anything nice to anyone. I was also embarrassed about my parents and the whole falling asleep on him thing. I'm also wide awake from my nap earlier on and so I've decided I am going to try and write a song. It will most likely make me go to sleep and if not, I'll have something new to perform at Hayley's when I got back.

So anyway, I am going to go now so I can do what I have decided above but most importantly, before I don't go all soppy again. I think before I'm going to start my song, I'll start by writing out 100 times, 'I MUST NOT GO SOFT AND DUSTIN DOES NOT AFFECT ME IN THE SLIGHTEST.' You know, I'm almost certainly the only teenager who sets themselves lines to write.

Later.

Kira.

Xxx

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