Update: I was rereading the story and noticed some spelling errors that needed fixed, so here, I'm re-posting.

Sorry this took so long. Here's entry 2.

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Entry 2

It's been a long couple of days. Two days since I last visited... you. I've been slightly leery around Scott and the others. It's hard being around someone you have a crush on, especially when you know they could never possibly feel the same way. And yeah, I said crush. I realized it the next morning. I was walking around the institute without my holo-watch, because I busted it against the night-stand the night before, during a rather offending dream, and I ran into Scott. Well, I walked into him, quite literally. I started to go down, and he said "Woah.." and grabbed my shirt to catch me. As he pulled, it pulled me right against him. We were that way all of a half second and I was blushing like a madman.
I righted myself and grinned, because for some reason I couldn't help doing it when I saw him. It was a nervous one though, and I KNOW the reason for that. We said hi and made a little small talk, but his slight stare was making me more nervous. Then he brought up Jean and the fact that he was considering asking her out. I know I shouldn't have, but I felt bad. I mean, why would he ask me, right? Not when he has her. I heard vaguely something about someone else he might ask, but I was feeling slightly uneasy, and I needed a shower. So I told him, about the need for a shower, anyway, and bamfed.
Sweat came off me in rolling waves as I eased my way into the shower. I won't get graphic, but the minimal full body contact with Scott really made an impact on other, more hormone driven, parts of my body. I let out a frustrated wail of release, more of a screaming cry than anything, and finished cleaning.
I'm sure people heard me, because at breakfast that morning, they were all trying not to stare, except Logan, who always stares. Despite myself, I frowned and ducked my head. Later, I gave Scott the excuse that I'd gotten sick. He suggested I have the prof call in a sick day for me, but I insisted I was fine.
Jean was using her car, so it was me, Scott, and Evan in Scott's convertible. With my new holo-watch on, I leaned back in the front seat and let the balmy air whip over me. I was exhilarated and, for the moment, not thinking of 'him'. With my head still back, I put my arms on the armrests, the one on the door, and the one on the console. I slid down in the seat a little to recline slightly more and my arm bumps right against Scott's.
I'm still not taking up half the armrest, so I leave it and try to act normal, but my heart is suddenly racing. I momentarily consider bamfing out, but there are other cars around, so I don't. Anyway, it would bring up questions I wouldn't answer.
Scott leaves his arm against mine as we go, and I feel almost like it's on purpose. I just write it off as wishful thinking. I look over at him and he looks distracted. He leans over, too close, and whispers to me. I swear I feel his lips against my ear. I look back and, for some reason, Evan is passed out in the back seat, his board on his lap, and some insect investigating his face, advancing on his open, drooling mouth. I laugh good-naturedly and smack his leg. It becomes even funnier then, because he wakes up, realizes he's a half inch from eating a willing bug, and is now dancing in the back seat to try and get rid of it. Oh, we are nuts sometimes.

Someone's coming. Gotta go.

Kurt

Thanks for your patience. Been a bad long time. I'm homeless now, living in a damned shelter. I have a child and I'm not on her birth certificate. I can't find a job. And depression is eating my alive. Oh well. Leave me reviews. I hunger for them.