A/N: Heh, glad you all like it so well. I'm a Jater, but this is more of Kate's opinion of mine, so it kind of conforms to both Jate and Skate.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, I don't own. Easy as that. 'Mambo No. 5' goes to Lou Bega, and you can view the full lyrics here – www(dot)lyricsondemand(dot)com/l/loubegalyrics/mambonoalittlebitoflyrics(dot)html
The Journal of Kate Austen
Day Three
1:34am
Whenever Sawyer is around, I always want to start singing "Mambo No. 5". He just seems like the person that that song applies to. You know, the good guy/bad guy cover, and the nice little smart-alecky attitude. Right now, he's up, cursing because all his stuff is getting wet since Jack took his tent for medical reasons.
It's raining, if the above statement didn't make sense to you. Thundering and lightening; even Jack is up, worrying.
Though for a different reason.
It seems that the marshal has taken a turn for the worse. I know I should be all sad and worried right along with him, but I can't help it. There's now a fighting chance that I can just start over.
I'm probably going to burn in hell for thinking such a mean thought. This is probably the final straw that I've pulled.
Seriously.
2:58am
Still up. Though I think that everyone is about up now. The 'monster' as someone idiotically started calling it, just started up again. In fact, it's going on right now. It's getting truly hard to decipher the thunder from the dull roar, but it's definitely going on.
This is sad.
I'm writing in a journal that I'm now addicted to, and I'm not outside, yelling incoherent babble with a bunch of other people.
I'm sure I could blow them all away with my "Psycho" scream. It'll get an award someday, and I'll be an actress, and famous, and they'll print stories about me with headlines reading, "Bad girl gone good!" and "Criminal turns into thriving actress."
I'm sure I could make a good Marian the Librarian.
But hey, I'll wait to debut my scream. I think I almost made Jack go deaf with my preview. So it needs a bit of tweaking anyway.
Hey look, a romance novel!
…Am I that desperate?
3:01am
Yes.
5:18am
-tear drops littering paper-
Poor Esmeralda! Why did she have to lose him! And the car crash, and the hospital scene, and the death! Nooo! Denny! Even though you looked fat on the cover of the novel, I'll bet Esmeralda still loved you! DAMN DRUNK DRIVER! And the evil mother paying said drunk-driver to hit poor Denny! And who could forget the pirate! Trying to steal her away! He sounded almost like Johnny Depp… If only books could talk.
I wonder if there's anymore of these around.
6:23am
I'm screwed. So screwed.
Sawyer just caught me reading another one of those things! He just started laughing his ass off! Stupid bastard! I'm so going to catch him in the act one of these days.
Though, I can totally imagine him as the pirate.
If he tells anyone, I'm going to steal that marshal's gun, and shoot him. No joke. I don't need it going around that I'm some sappy reader who loves romance novels.
Because that is definitely not me.
Not even close.
Nope.
…Okay… Maybe just a little. But not much!
But no one needs to know… right?
Right!
6:35am
He's come back. Bringing not only himself, but a suitcase of books. What's he thinking? That I'm some kind of librarian that reads sappy novels?
If he expects some kind of book club to form between us, he's going to be sorely mistaken.
But you've got to admit, a bad boy who reads isn't too bad of catch.
Oh God, what am I thinking! Sawyer is not a "catch"!
And now he's wondering what I'm doing, since I'm writing this in the corner of my shelter thing, pretending to get my stash of books.
…He's going to think I'm insane. I have no books! Except two, and one of them is miserably sopping wet. Dammit!
7:07am
Hey Freckles-
Glad to know that you think of me as a "catch", as you so thoughtfully put it. Really, I'm flattered.
As for the 'bad boy' part, I'm definitely going to have to start thinking about what I'm going to wear now. I don't think my plaid shirt really accents my badness… Maybe some nice boots and a black shirt will get the idea across. I'll have to ask Jackass about that, since he seems to know so much. Damn brainiac.
I guess the book club thing isn't going to work out between us after all, huh Freckles? Too bad, I was thinking we could meet every Tuesday, and have cookies and punch, talking about the latest Oprah. Maybe 'Stalker Charlie' (what a wonderful nickname, though I much prefer 'has been rocker') will be interested.
Nice reading material,
Sawyer
Ps. You'd make a good Marian the Librarian, Freckles. Maybe I can be Harold Hill.
9:14am
BASTARD! I'm getting the gun.
I can't believe he stole this! And then read it! What is that man thinking? And Harold Hill? He'll NEVER be a Harold Hill! Maybe Jack…
Who am I kidding?
Sawyer's right about one thing though. Jack does really have a smart mind. Like… freakishly smart. Oh God, I hope he doesn't pull some dictator thing. A Stalin is the last thing we need on our hands.
…At least he didn't make a comment about the whole criminal thing. Maybe I got lucky, and he skipped over it.
9:15am
It'll be his (Jack's) own damn fault if he doesn't want to "date" me. (We can't exactly have a full scale relationship on this hellhole, now can we?)
9:16am
Why am I talking about guys when I'm stuck on a deserted Island with man who could potentially ruin my life, and forty-seven other people that I don't even know! ANSWER THAT, NOTEBOOK! ANSWER THAT!
9:17am
This notebook is not a human being, nor does it have a mind.
This notebook is not a human being, nor does it have a mind.
This notebook is not a human being, nor does it have a mind.
This notebook is not a human being, nor does it have a mind.
9:18am
It can't even talk! Or move, for that matter!
9:19am
I really need to socialize more.
12:37pm
Shit.
Shit.
SHIT!
They found the picture! ('They' being Hurley and Jack.)
Great. Now he'll never ever look at me in the same way again. No one will. But still… Don't dictators have some kind of torture they do to criminals?
…Maybe I really should pull a Marian the Librarian. It can't be that hard to steal a suitcase full of books. Just deny everything. They don't know that I know that they know about the picture yet, though.
Besides, I need new reading material anyway.
1:27pm
I'm such a badass! I stole every single romance novel that man had out of that damn suitcase. Which was an alarming amount, actually now that I think about it. Either he has some fetish for romance novels, or every single woman brought one with themselves on the flight.
I heard some talk about going to try out the signal. There's this Arabian man who believes the transceiver will work if we're on higher grounds. I, for one, am interested to see if this little plot works.
Plus, it kind of works with the timing. I don't exactly want to be interrogated by an overweight man, and a spinal surgeon.
So it all works out, notebook. See?
2:14pm
Damn it all. Sawyer just came up to me, asking if I knew where all his books disappeared to.
I suppose I wasn't very subtle about it all.
But I did tell him to please remove his head from his ass. Always a plus.
But then he told me that I could keep all the books I stole so I can continue my fantasies.
How can such a bad man with so many innuendos be so gentlemanly about them? When he insults you, it's almost like a compliment.
Damn him and his gentlemanliness!
A/N: Anyone interested in a third chapter?
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