Hello again readers. Heheh...see, told ya my updates would be closer together now, wouldn't they? Yes, I know that my last entries were a bit dumb, but forgive me, my dear readers, for I have major brain-fart-ness going on when I wrote it. Oh well, anyway, here's some more entries for your mutual enjoyment. Oh, and to address those that reviewed on the last chapters:
nEo-cHaN: Yes, the gun is a bit overboard, but it won't last long. And that's all I can say about that. You have to read to find out what happens. -.
Firelife: I'll try not, my taito loving friend. I will certainly try not to.
Oliversgurl: Yes, that's all I could come up with in five friggin months, because I, my dear, had a major brain-fart on ideas when I was writing those entries. Oh well, maybe you'll like these next entries better.
InfinitiStar: Your ramblings are actually helpful. Rambling is always good! Lol. Thanks for yours support.
Zephyr Tenshi: Thanks for your support. Thanx for the review…heh…you gave me an Idea! I can't wait to put it in the entries! It'll probably be in a later entry, but you'll see what I mean when I do…
Thai-spirit & Sammy 347: Thanx for your support guys (or gurls ).
Willow
Matt: Why'd I get a gun?
Willow: (glances at Matt out of the korner of eye) Because Tai's dad is a psychotic SOB when it comes to homosexuals.
Tai: Yeah, he is. He beat up this homo couple in a park one day just because they asked him the time. Of course, the nutter (my dad, duh) got locked up for a few days for it, but still...
Willow: Yeah, he did. Would you rather Tai's dad come after you with a weapon and be defenseless?
Matt: Well, no, but why a gun?
Willow: (shrugs) Cause I couldn't find a clean machete?
Matt: (rolls eyes) Well, I refuse to use the damn gun. And that's final!
Willow: (shrugs again) we'll see, my hunkie little bishie, we will see...
Tai: Matt, just don't argue with her, ok? The more you argue, the worse idea's she's gonna cook up in that chaotic mind of hers.
Matt: (sighs) Fine, whatever.
Willow: (looks out at readers -) Well, enjoy the entries, make sure to review and tell me what you think, and happy holidays, everyone! Jane!
Love Journals 101
Matt's Journal Entry 8
March 15th, 2004 7:15 pm
I got up at seven o'clock on Friday the thirteenth... What in the HELL was wrong with me! I NEVER get up that early anymore. Oh well, not much to do about it now, eh? It WAS Friday the thirteenth...heh...guess it was just my bad luck, huh? Lol. So, I got up, and I took a shower...and took about two hours trying to get my hair to fall in the perfect mess...heehee! Either way, it friggin looked great when Tai and I got together at about nine o'clock. Although, he just laughed when I told him how long it took me to do my hair. Prick.
We went out to breakfast at the local McDonalds (I swear to god, they're everywhere!)...and dude, those hash browns are good! Then we went out to a park and...Well...we played for a couple of hours! We swung on the swings and rode down the slides and all kinds of goofy junk...two grown men like us. It was a hoot to see the expressions of the parents and their kids at the park with us playing. So, after that, we went over to Tai's house and ate lunch (tuna sandwiches and Taito chips), then we actually just sat down in his living room and watched TV for a while.
Then came the bad of the luck of the day. I mean, usually, Friday the thirteenth is a good day for me and for Tai too…but just not today. So here's how it goes. We got bored watching the TV, and if you can believe it, we didn't even feel like making out right then…so Tai decides that it's a perfect time to make me clean my apartment again, and I actually agree of all things. So while I'm out in the living room picking stuff up, he goes into my room and starts folding and putting away all the clothes I had strewn all over the floor from the morning.
Well, damn-it-all-to-hell, but I forgot about the gun I had purchased the day before, and he found it where I had left it, all nice and snuggled in my sock drawer. Then all hell brakes loose. He starts asking me why I have a gun, and I tell for protection, and he's like "Who in the hell are you going to need this much protection from!" and I yell at him "Your father!" and he yells back "My father! Why in the hell would you need a gun to protect yourself from my father!" and I scream back "Because your father is a psychotic bastard who beats up homosexuals!" and he yelled back "So!"
I looked at him long and hard then and sighed before saying, almost too quietly it seemed, after all our shouting, "Tai, we are homosexuals. We are in love with each other and we are boyfriends. We are exactly what your father hates. If he finds out, I DON'T want to be defenseless against him if he tries to hurt you. I don't want to see what happened to that gay couple happen in the park happen to you."
I let my head drop then, and Tai just stands there, staring at me.
"I don't believe my dad would ever do that to me, or to you, Matt," he said softly, and then I watched him close his eyes.
"I'm not so sure," I told him. "I've seen your dad angry…he goes all out…and I'm actually….actually afraid of what he would do to you. I love you…I would give my life for you, if I had to…"
Tai's eyes widened at that comment, and then the worse happened. The gun slipped from his hand and landed on the floor. Apparently, the safety wasn't on (I don't even wanna KNOW how THAT happened), and it went off. That's where the bad luck for me really started…'cause the bullet came at me. I didn't even realize until it was too late what had happened, and by then, I was lying on my back on the floor, a bullet lodged in my abdomen.
Now, even for a journal, you must be wondering how I'm up and writing now…well, Tai, feeling all guilt stricken and stuff decided to play nursemaid and he brought my journal up to the hospital, where I'm technically lying on my back as I write (not an easy feat), and trying not to pull the stitches in my gut. The doctors called my dad as soon as they got my id, and he's been by to see me a few times. They told him, and then me, that the bullet had missed anything too vital, and whatever it did hit, they were able to repair quickly.
Well, I actually have to go now, as the crazy nurses (evil, they are…and a bit psychotic themselves, heehee ) are wanting to feed me dinner. Crazy. It's all crazy. Oh, and Tai's coming back to see me at nine. I have a suspicion that he's not going to come back though without some kind of weird apology gift or something. He's been doing it the last few days.
Anyway, I'll write later. Peace Out
Matt
Tai's Journal Entry 8
March 15th, 2004 10:15 p.m.
I just got home from the hospital. Matt seems to be ok. I feel like shit…I really do. How could I have shot my best friend, my BOYFRIEND, for god sakes! Matt tells me that I really need to calm down and stop blaming myself, but I just can't help it! I feel so guilty! I took his gun back to the shop though and had it returned. Refunded…what the hell ever it was that they did. They even refunded his money…that was one I hadn't expected.
How could our nice, comfortable Friday the 13th have possibly gone so wrong? I was just cleaning up for him, and I found the damn gun, and I was suddenly afraid and worried. Why would he have needed it? Then I got his explanation, and as much as I didn't want to believe it, he was probably right. Either way though, I returned the stupid thing. I never want anything to do with guns again…not even in emergencies. But, I don't know what the future will hold, so I'm not going to go there just yet.
I don't really know what else to write…I mean, I fucking shot the one I love….how can I really concentrate. I promised him though that when he gets out of the hospital in a few days, I will take him anywhere he wants to go to eat, to make up for him having to deal with the "crazy" nurses and the horrible food. .
I've had a really long day…so I'm going to just go to bed now. I will see Matt tomorrow…hopefully. My coach should understand why I need to be with him instead of at practices right now…It's not like I'm going to hurt my performance any…I'm the best player on the team!
Well, ttyl. Peace.
Tai