Hello my avid readers. Yet again, I am sorry for the delay in updates. I am currently working on about a bazillion (ok, so I'm exaggerating…so sue me . ) other stories, and I am having a really hard time with idea's for this story. I mean, it started out great and all, but my inspiration is running dry. Not a good thing. This is where you, my dear dear readers, come in. I am basically writing this story for you, and if you want to see it continue, then I humbly ask for suggestions…maybe there's a direction that you might like the journals, collectively, to take. It's up to you. Other than that little blurb, I hope you enjoy these entries, and try not to pelt me with too much rotten fruit for updating late, ok? Ja!
Tai: I can't believe you made me shoot my koi.
Willow: Why not?
Tai: I just can't (wipes away stray tears that have fallen down his face). Why would you do such a horrible thing to my Yama-san?
Willow: (grins) Cause I'm just fucked up like that?
Matt: (pulls Tai into a hug) Hey there, it's gonna be ok. You'll see. Willow loves me to much to hurt me permanently…(sweatdrops) Right Willow?
Willow: (fights back the hundreds of reporters and fangirls and boys I'm going to release in the next entries) huh? What? (hits a random cameraman with a spiked noodle) BACK I TELL YA!
Matt and Tai: (Sweatdrops)
Matt: (whispers) Tai…get me out of here before she lets them loose!
Tai: (nods in agreement) Hurry!
Willow: (turns around to find Matt and Tai gone, little smoke trails in the direction they ran for miles. Turns to readers) Oh well…they'll be back eventually. Either way, I hope you enjoy the entries.
Love Journals 101
Tai's Journal Entry 9
March 18th, 2004 1:00 pm
I don't know how they did it. I have no FUCKING idea HOW IN THE HELL the press got inside the hospital… But its really been a nightmare since they have. Not even the hospital security can keep them all out. I swear, the nurses had to call, like, five squadrons of officers or something like that to get them all out! Now the press is outside of the hospital, day and night, "updating" the public on Matt's "situation". It's really pissing me off…more than you'd believe.
Matt's trying not to think about all those reporters out there. I mean, think about it. His band already gets enough publicity as it is, with all the concerts and tours and bs that they do, so he really doesn't need this. I actually had to have nurses sneak me in the back entrance of the building so I wouldn't get mobbed by the paparazzi. They see me, and their like "Oh, Look! It's Ishida's best friend, Lets get a statement quick, before he's sucked into the nether regions of the hospital! WHaaa!"…ok, so I'm exaggerating, but still…it's really nuts outside.
On the plus side, Matt's getting better every day. In a few more days, the doctors said that they'd be able to pull the stitches out. My coach, thank god, gave me a leave from the soccer tour that I'm supposed to be on. He knows how close Matt and I are (though he doesn't know we're THAT close, lol), and he said "I want you to be with your best friend in his time of need. Don't worry about the tour, Kamiya. We've got plenty of players to cover for you. Just get your ass out of here and help your friend get better!". I thank god that that man is so understanding sometimes.
Well, anyway, I gg, because I'm supposed to be getting food for Matt (he sent me out to get ha nice big helping of McDonalds…teeheehee ). He's so sick of the hospital food that he's actually started making sculptures and stuff out of it! Gross man! Peace.
Tai
Matt's Journal Entry 9
March 18th, 2004 1:30 pm.
The paparazzi got in. They got in, and they mobbed me and my band mates, while the guys were visiting me. Fucking A man. This sucks ass. Wow. Being shot really makes one depressed…and that was such a stupid fucking statement. Well, like I said, the press got in, and they some how got pictures of my band members sitting around my bed, talking to me, but from the angle the picture was taken, it looks a hell of a lot worse…and more suggestive or something. Now the damn piccys are flashing all over the news, along with "the latest" on how I'm doing. Yeah, like those bastards would actually know.
The didgidestined have also come to visit me. The only one absent was Davis, not that I really care. 'Bout time that little bastard got off our backs. My brother was in tears when he came in. Some asshole outside the hospital had told him that I was in critical condition, and was lying close to death. Poor little dude…he believed it. When he saw me, he nearly pulled my stitches out from jumping on the bed and hugging me so hard. He was really scared for me. Karri came too, with flowers and candy. I laughed at this and accepted both, and then it was their turn to laugh when I started wolfing down the chocolate. . It was good!
Joe and Izzy have come back the most often, besides mine and Tai's siblings and Tai himself. The last few times they've come, they've been holding hands and giving each other little looks and smiling. Kinda mushy, but its great all the same. They're finally together (we all knew they would be eventually), and they were quite open about it too. Of course, they won't go anywhere near Tai's dad, but that's ok, cause the old man never really liked them much anyway…jerk. But, back to the point. Their parents are completely fine with it, and are actually quite accepting of their son's choices. It's nice.
I miss Tai. He's only been gone about a half an hour…maybe forty five minutes, but I miss him. He still cant get over the fact that he shot me. He's really torn up about it. I keep telling him that it wasn't his fault, but he just face-faults every time, poor dude. He'll get it sooner or later. That's why I love him. Cause he's just not that damn dense about things.
Well, gg, because the rabid fan girls and boys got into the icu and are starting to pound on the door to get in. It's kinda scary, and they've got some seriously burly security guards (or just some really ugly nurses) fighting them back. I'll try to write again later. Ja! Peace Out.
Matt