I'm sorry it has taken so long, and it will probably keep taking a lot of time. But here it is anyway! I'm sorry about the spelling mistakes and as usual I don't own the story.

Chapter 7 – regrets

Saturday 19 May

10.00

I think I might just have done the dumbest thing of my life. Yes, I slept with him. And I had been so good and refused him before, forgotten all about him just to be right back where I started my diary at the first place. Stupid Bridget's stupid plans that never works. I think I only accepted his lunch offer for the same reason I went out with Charlie – I feel lonely. So because I miss Marc I have now slept with his archenemy to accomplish nothing good but push him and our future further away. On top of that, Daniel's still in the bedroom. Have to think out some good excuse to get him to leave as quickly as possible. And God, he just can't tell Marc about this! He wouldn't, would he? Panic attack! Okay, I'm sure now. I have just done the dumbest thing of my life. Except for dumping Marc. Three times. And that time when I wore that bunny costume. And all the times I've trusted Daniel. And that drug guy in Thailand… Okay, this is for sure ONE of the dumbest things I've done in my life.

11.00

I wonder how long he's going to sleep. Maybe I should wake him up. Or maybe I should take some wine. Yes, I'll definitely take some wine.

11.30

Just find the album with pictures of me and Marc. He is so cute. And I look so happy. I was happy… fuck, fuck, fuck!

12.30

Daniel woke up just in time to find me sobbing in the living room. I had the album on my knees and a glass of wine in my hand. His smile faded from his face and he slowly came nearer.

"You don't have to pretend that you care. Please just go." I said, wiping the tears off my cheeks. I didn't really care that he saw me like this. I didn't really care about anything.

"I just have to know that you're not sobbing because of me. I mean I thought I was pretty good last night." He smiled at me and I think I actually smiled back. He sure could lighten up any situation. His problem was to know when he should be serious. This was not one of those serious moments. I couldn't stand for him to be serious now.

"So, what's the problem here?" He sat down on the armrest of my couch. I made a gesture at the album, and I swear he looked like E. Coyote when he realises he's running on nothing but air.

"Oh… Should have figured that one out on my own… Maybe I thought you'd finally realised what a dull he is."

"Why do you care anyway?" I asked. He really looked sad before he arranged his face to complete blankness.

"Well… you know we have been rivals for a time. Me and Marc.

"And who's fault is that now?" I asked sarcastically. He grinned back.

"And now he will be even more angry with me. I've taken the love of his life for a second time." I seized with panic.

"NO! You can't tell him Daniel! You just can't…! I felt tears beginning to run down my cheeks again… Oh, bummer. I didn't like the fact that he saw me this vulnerable. He looked down at me and took the album. He stared at the pictures as if he wanted something hidden to come forth. He sighed.

"I guess you really do love him huh?" I nodded and looked at him suspiciously. He gave me the album back, brushed a kiss on my forehead and got up.

"I hope Marc realises how lucky he is."

"But… You don't understand. It's all my fault."

"Oh, Bridget. Nothing can ever be your fault. You're so naive and….weird – in a good way, that you never seem to realise what your capable of." I knew I should have been offended but it sounded so true. I sat up straight.

"What do you mean?"

"Well… I'm saying that I don't understand why you two always split up. If he only loves you half as much as you love him, you should get married and stuff…get kids so that you can mess them up. Cause he just have to live with the fact that you're always gonna be you." He looked sad but smiled at me.

"I'm saying Bridget, that you should go and get him." He started to walk away.

"So…you're saying… that you're not going to tell him then?" He laughed at me.

"This is what I mean Bridget… No. I won't tell him. I don't care for another fight anyways. He's pretty good actually. I wonder if they teach them that at that brat school…" And then he was gone.

Was he serious? Did he really think it possible Marc would take me back? Or was it all just a bad joke. But he looked so sincere. He had to mean it. However that didn't mean it was true. Just because he had been right about my stupid ness it didn't mean… but wait! Why did he know me so well? Does that mean that I should be with him instead of Marc? But I don't love Daniel… Now I should really need all my brain cells. I wish I hadn't drank all that wine.

It was a little chance that that Daniel meant what he said, and there was a little chance he could be right. But those little chances together had to be a decent chance. And it was worth it if I could get Marc back. Yes! I will do it. Bridget Jones is back in town!