Happy New year! I'm 15! yay! anywho, Hope this update didn't take too long.. I've been busy! This is where the story takes a new turn... hope it works out all right.. I havent finished writing it!

To goggle-headed-chick: aww, thanks! A new reader! Yay! anyways, hope you like the rest of the chappie! And about the spelling errors... I dont have Micorsoft Word, so I dont have Spell chack.. this is purely Notepad. Pathetic, isnt it?

To princessstephanie: yeah, I had fun typing that. I modeled after my friend Kristina: we went on a trip with travel club in May I think it was, and in D.C, a squirrel started chasing her. It was hilarious! And They're not out of the woods yes (no pun intended) they've still got the pact... :D

to mimato25cutielicious: Thank you so much! and I hope y'all had a merry x-mas, and a great new year!

To luvisgood: thank you! this one isnt really fluffy, its just to add somethinbg else to it... so i can close it with somehting other than their relationship.

to RuRi-RuRi-728: Really? Yay! I was afraid ppl would think that it would be too much too soon! Yay! anyways, thanks!

To -Glittery-Bubbles- :Wow... Im like blushing ten shades of red here... umm thanks! Talented authoress... wow... :D (giggles) I KNOW! I wish I could find a guy like that! Whenever i make new fanfics, I always think, What would I do with the story if it were me and Matt instead of Matt and (fill in the blank). So I know exactly what I'd want to hear. And If it were me, It'd mean a lot ot me if a guy said that to me. Instead of looking straight down. lols. Anyways (Lols, you're not a lone... i actually counted how many times I said anyways in one paragraph one time in an email: 16. lols. Gotta work on that.) thank you so much! Yay! Youre adding! Wheee!

To JyouraKoumi: Umm... thank you!.. Merry Christmas:)

To Kikyotheevilmayden: yay! thank you! I think next chappie wont have much fluff either. If oyucry easily, the near ending might make you tear up, but the end will be happy, i promise.

To absolutgirl: Thank you so much! Merry Christmas to you! (if you celebrate... if not... sorry... :) )

To Eat.Me: I love personal name jokes! My friends call me Bob, Fatass, and Stump. Bob because, well, its a long story involving a potato, Stump, because someone called me that in kindergarten, and Fatass because I have no ass. Lols Anyways, hope oyu like this chappie, theres no fluff, but it adds on.

To PaochiCute: yay! you updated! wheee! I love that story! Anyways thanks! and no, this is their 2nd. Too bad any real guy would look straight down. Sigh, why cant there be more matt-types? In fanfics at least!

To Konfused Kitty: Damn, if oyu thought that was gross, you wouldn't like any of the R-rated fics... lols, but thanks anyways.. i guess in a way, if oyur not a hopeless romantic like me. I swear, Im too soft. I cried at Pocahontas. lols.

Thanks to y'all! Hope you had some great holidays, and a hppy new year!

Mrs. Ishida presents...

Chapter 11

Matt's POV

Damn, this woman sleep like a log. it's nearly impossible to wake her before 7 in the morning. I didn't really have to be all that careful in getting up. Well, it was kinda difficult getting out of her grip. She was holding onto me like her life depended on it. And when I finally managed to get her arms from aroud me the first time, she made a stubborn noise and re-wrapped her arms around me even tighter.

By the looks of it, it's stormy outside... good thing we went to go exploring outside yesterday. Sitting up, I stretch and take a look at my surroundings. The sight of the bucket still filled with water makes me laugh. Did I really think that's all we were gonna do? We didn't even get that done. All around me are crumpled piles of various items of clothing. Which brings me to remember it's chilly. Shivering suddenly, I pick through the pile and dress quickly. Even after last night, I think I'd still be uncomfortable somewhat dressing in front of her.

I decided it would be a good idea to at least take a peek outside to see what's going on. I regretted opening the door almost the instant I did; a blast of cold, wet air slaps my face. I was right; overhead are some nasty looking black clouds drenching the area in heavy rain. A bright flash lights the sky, and almost instantly a loud crack of thunder. Crap, that can't be good... we're in the middle of a densely wooded forest with lightning coming down at most a few miles from where we are. It's been a few days... why hasn't that damn bus come back for us? I'm pretty sure we can sue the school for pulling crap like this. How are we going to get out of here? This could seriously be really dangerous... this time of year is especially known for forest fires. Which leads me to think... why has this shack stayed up so long? And if its survived so many fires in the past, why isn't it being used still? As I work this over in my mind, still staring out at the clouds with the front of me getting wetter and colder by the minute, As small pair of arms work themselves around me. I smile before I even look down to see Mimi's head at about my chest. Did I ever mention how short she is? Maybe I'm just unually tall; I am 6'3''. I believe she's about 5'5''. (A.N. i hope I did that height thing right). Anyway, getting off the subject: My worried must have shown through even as I smiled at her and hugged her back.

" 'Morning. You're impossible to wake up- it's kinda like you're dead in the morning," I joked, halfheartedly. Her bright smile faded a little and she narrowed her eyes a bit.

"Yeah, so my parents tell me... what's wrong? You look worried," she shifted as I turned around to face her to hold up what she was wearing. She hadn't even bothered to get dressed, despite the cold; she simply took out blanket and tied it underneath her arms.

"Nothing, nothing," I lied, trying my best not to show. I didn't want her to start worrying too; I'd figure out a way to get us out of here. "How'd you sleep? I had a hard time getting you to let go of me this morning," she frowned at my attempt to change the subject.

"I slept fine. But Matt, I can tell when you're worried about something, and you're definitely worried about something; you start blinking a lot when you lie," Damn. Now even if I wasn't blinking a lot before (which I knew I was, I always do when I lie), she made me think aobut it, so I'm going to blink.

"I do not," I replied indignantly.

"Yes you do... you're doing it now,"

"Nothing's worrying me Mimi"

"Matt, if you weren't worried, I think I'd know," she said, blushed, and looked away. "The first time we... well... you know... did... what we did..." she blushed even more, looking like she had a sunburn on her face. It looked kinda cute. "... the next morning there wasn't anything we were worried about or thinking about... it was just... really calm.. and nice... I was kind of hoping it'd be that way again... I liked spending that time the next morning with you... just talking and laughing and laying in your arms..." she said, only looking up at me fully in the eyes nearing the end of her confession. This is why I didn't want ot upset her. I hate seeing her upset and I knew it would ruin the morning for her. I pulled her closer to me to try to convince her to believe my lie. Sometime when I did this, I would wonder if ever by accident I might smother her. If she didn't turn her head or bury her face in my neck, she probably would suffocate. Wow, I'm being so random this morning. I think I'm just tired.

"Seriously Mimi, don't you worry about me. I'm fine... there's nothing bothering me. Come on, let's go get the fire going again... the cabin's starting to get cold with this door open," I closed the door with her still hanging on to me. I don't think she fully believed my claim to being ok, but she put it out of her mind. We spent the next few hours in front of the fire, talking and laughing, just like old times. In the middle of a lull, she spoke up.

"It's filthy in here... I wonder if the people who last used this left a broom or something here..." she lifted her head off of my shoulder and looked around. I was thinking 'what the hell?' and it must have showed. "What? look at the floor.. it's so dusty, and the only places that aren't are the places where we've laid our sleepingbags." I looked around; she had a point. To my dismay, she got up, and took anohter look around. Spotting an old, dusty, cobweb covered broom in the corner, she made her way over to it, and daintily picked off the spiderwebs. Wow, this place must've really had an effect on her- she'd had never gone near a cobeweb or anything remotely like that or relating to a bug before.

"Hey Matt, come here," she said, looking at something in the corner; apparently it had been hidden behind the broom. I got up, and didn't expect to see what was there. It was an old, leather bound book. It looked kind of like a diary, and it too was covered in dust, although, being in the corner behind the broom for who knows how long, it wasn't that thick.

"What do you think it could be?" she asked. In Mimi speak that means: Matt, you better pick it up and see what it is because there is no way in hell I'm touching it. I lowered myself to my knees, and picked it up. Opening it, I discovered just how old it was. In fancy cursive, it read: This diary belongs to Kira Satshimi, February 14th, 1946.

1946? Why does that ring a bell?

"A diary... Matt, why would someone leave this here? In a corner?" Mimi sank down next to me. I shrugged, flipping over the first few pages.

"I dunno... you think it'd be wrong to read it?" I asked, reading the first entry anyway. It was the same date, Valentine's day.

"No... it was years ago..." she drifted off, reading over my shoulder.

Feb. 14th, 1946

Dear Diary:

My name is Kira Satshimi... I'm 17 years old, and I got a part time job working here in Japan's National Park. I've always loved this park, so I got lucky when the owner hired me. He and my father are good friends, so I guess that had something to do with it. I guess you could call me spoiled; my parents give me pretty much everything I want. But there's one thing they can't give me. Actually, they can't give me that thing because it's not a thing... he is the msot amazing person I'd ever met. Not really anything different in the way of looks- black spiky hair, average height, brown eyes, but not to say he's not handsome! Other than that, he's funny, charming, kind, and I think he likes me too! This may be the first time I can actually say I'm in love. Everytime I see him I-

I flip the page. This is getting way too mushy for me... She's in love, great. I don't really care to read the emotionaly ourpours of a lovestruck teenage girl. This proves one thing though; girls ahven't changed much throughout the ages.

"Hey! I was reading that!" Mimi protests, and glares at me.

"Whoops, my finger slipped," I smirk, flipping over some more pages.

"Yeah, your finger slipped. My palm's gonna slip... right into your cheek," she muttered.

"Now Meems, you know you don't mean that," I said and grinned innocently at her. She muttered something incomprehensible, and I turned back to the page I stopped on. It was blank.

"The diary's only half full... I wonder what happened," i asked more to myself, flipping back a few pages. Finally, I found the last entry.

June 7th, 1946

I've only got a few minutes... Taki's in here packing all of our things. I might as well tell you the whole story. I'm coming back for you, but I want to be able to reflect and tell what happened afterwards. I was out in the woods and a freak storm came out of nowhere. It got so dark I couldn't see anything. I thought I was going to get lost and die, but somehow Taki managed to find me. He took me back to this cabin. I couldn't help myself... I started crying and crying and crying about how I thought I was going to die and how he saved me and how much I loved him. Actually that last part just slipped out. And before I could do anything, he said he loved me too. It was like I was in a dream. Never had I expected he'd loved me back. I'd been wanting him for so long, keeping quiet for so long, and it was all for nothing. Anyway, a little later, a ranger came by, with yesterday's wet limp newpaper in hand. He showed us an article telling about this strong storm system that was coming in, and was predicting a massive lighting storm. He only came by to tell us to get out of there. He left soon after to see if anyone else was left in the park. I-

I've gotta go... Taki's all packed, and the sooner we get out of here the better. I'm placing this in a spot hopefully no one will find. But I'll come back. One way or another, I will.

"I wonder what happened to her... she never came back for her diary," Mimi said thoughtfully. I was going over the entry. Why did the month and the year ring a bell? June 7th, 1946? What could possibly be so important about that date that it would stick in my mind? June 7th... June 7th... no one's birthday... no one that I know anyway, unless I'm friends with a 69-year-old. Suddenly it clicked.

"Mimi! Where's that newspaper?" I jumped up suddenly, startling her. She looked at me funny.

"What newspaper? The one she was talking about? How would I know?" She replied, annoyed, making me sigh impatiently.

"No... well, yes... the one we saw when we first came here! On the floor! Didn't you see the date? I'm pretty sure it was June 6th 1946!" By the look on her face, it dawned on her.

"Then that would mean... it'd be the same newspaper! Maybe we could find out what happened!... But wait... crap... Matt, I think you... might have burned it..." she looked at me in dismay. I thought for a moment, then ran back to the fireplace. I had a stack of kindling and old paper I hadn't used for the fire yet. Please let it be there, please please please! I frantically looked through the pile, and just as I was about to give up hope, I found it.

"Here it is! June 6th, 1946! I carefully pulled it out of the pile and scanned the page for the likely story. In the middle of the page:

Massive Storm Predicted

A massive storm system is predicted to pass over Japan within the next few days, and will probably cause millions in damage, according to weather forecasters. "Also, national parks should be exacuated; this could start fires that would spread quickly in the heavily wooded areas" one forecaster was quoted.

I stopped there. We have to get out of here. Now.

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Oooh, what did happen to Kira and Taki? And what does it have to do with Matt and Mimi? Why has that cabin stayed up so long? lols, next chappie, keep your shirt on! Unless your name happens to be Jake Gyllenhaal, BillieJoe Armstrong, Matt Ishida, or Daniel Radcliffe. Then feel free to take your shirt off. I don't mind at all. :) I know, Im a weirdo, even at 15! Whoot! lols, anyways, review please! Thanks! Luv ya, Happy new Year from California! Just for the record, its exactly 10:30 PM in California. Dec. 31st, 2005.