Disclaimer: I do not own Coraline or it's characters.

Chapter 5,

"Harry, are you ok?" Mariana asked when she walked into the kitchen and saw him pounding water.

"I'm starting to wonder why we even showed up to this place." Harry admitted and Mariana blinked.

"We are here to spend the summer with Coraline." Mariana reminded him and Harry scoffed.

"Why? It's not like she missed us." Harry said.

"Oh, don't give me that crud, Harry, she did miss us. Heck, she may have even missed us more then we missed her." Mariana said and Harry glared at her.

"Why would you say that?" Harry asked.

"Think about it, she had to say goodbye to all of her friends, not just us. And she also had to say goodbye to her childhood home and a town full of memories. So yeah, we may have missed her a lot, but she had more to miss, you know." Mariana said and Harry sighed.

"You're right. I know that you're right, but I just can't help it. Seeing her be like that happy with that Wybie character just drives me crazy." Harry said and Mariana quietly groaned in disappointment. She wished that Harry got that jealous over her.

"Listen, it's ok to be upset, Harry. But you need to find a way of expressing that emotion, without risking your friendship with Coraline." Mariana said and Harry drank more water.

"Again you have a point, but what am I suppose to do, Mariana?" Harry asked and Mariana sighed.

"Well, if you wanted, you could do what I do. You could write in a journal." Mariana said and Harry paused.

"Like a diary?" Harry asked and Mariana nodded.

"Yeah, exactly. I find that journaling is a nice way to slowly process and figure out your emotions." Mariana said and Harry sighed.

"I'm still not sure." Harry said.

"I actually brought up several blank journals for our trip, you can have one. And if you don't like it, then you could always return it back to me." Mariana said and Harry drank more water.

"If it can help me be a better friend to Coraline then I'll try it." Harry said.

"And hey, a journal can be whatever you want it to be as well. A dream journal, a prayer journal, a little black book; you could write down your day, your hopes, your pain, anything." Mariana said and Harry shrugged and drank more water.

"I don't know about all that, but maybe it would help." Harry said.

"Ok, how about this, Harry. You are such a good artist, you can do a bunch of sketches in your journal." Mariana said and Harry smiled a little.

"Hey, look out Greg Heffley, I'm coming after you." Harry said sarcastically.

"Oh, I love you." Mariana whispered.

"What as that?" Harry asked, not quite hearing her.

"I love how funny you are." Mariana quickly said with a deep blush on her face.

"Ok, well thanks. How many extra notebooks do you have?" Harry asked.

"I have one I'm on now, so... three extra ones." Mariana replied and Harry blinked.

"What? Three? Why would you have that many?" Harry asked.

"It is hard to tell how long a journal will last for me. Some journals would last maybe three to six months, when others literally last 30 days. I knew we were gonna be here all summer, so I would have rather been overly-prepared then under-prepared." Mariana said and Harry nodded.

"Well I guess that makes sense." Harry said quietly.

"Yeah. So would you like to pick out a journal now?" Mariana asked and Harry shook his head.

"No, not this second. Because right now, I really, really gotta pee." Harry said before speed walking to the bathroom. Mariana sighed and watched him leave. She kinda felt stupid for caring about Harry so much when he was so obsessed with Coraline. She didn't know how else to handle herself but try and be a good friend to him. After all, she didn't want to lose Harry's friendship. Though now, Mariana is wondering if Harry's friendship is worth the heartache she felt. She walked over to the counter and she rested both hands upon it. She closed her eyes and took deep and slow breaths. She sniffled and bit her lip roughly, but she refused to cry. She didn't want to be the type of girl that got emotional just because a boy didn't like her back.

"Hey. Are you ok?" Wybie asked, panting lightly. Mariana looked up at him, shocked, but forced a smile on her face anyways.

"Of course." Mariana said. Wybie walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a glass.

"I just came in to get some water." Wybie said, filling the glass and chugging it. He filled the glass a second time and looked at Mariana again.

"You sure you're ok?" Wybie asked again and this time Mariana shrugged.

"Maybe I am a little worried about Harry." Mariana said and Wybie nodded.

"Does Harry feel like I replaced him?" Wybie asked her and Mariana's eyes widened.

"What...? Oh, maybe a little. To be honest he's just plain jealous because you and Coraline are so close, and he's in love with her." Mariana spat out bitterly. Wybie paused for a moment and tilted his head.

"And you're jealous because you are in love with Harry. And you want him to be crazy about you?" Wybie asked and Mariana looked away.

"I guess I shouldn't have snapped like that." Mariana commented and Wybie shrugged.

"It's fine. Does Jonesy know?" Wybie asked.

"Well... I kinda implied that I didn't have a crush on him. At least right now." Mariana said shyly.

"Why did you say that?" Wybie asked and Mariana shrugged.

"I didn't want to make things awkward. We haven't seen her in a year and it's our first day here. We have three months to talk about feelings. It can wait." Mariana said and Wybie hesitated.

"Can it?" He asked and Mariana bit her lip.

"At least until tomorrow." Mariana said and Wybie nodded. He glanced over and saw the cookie tray from earlier with one lonely cookie left on it. He picked up the tray and offered the cookie to here.

"Things will get better." Wybie said gently, as she stared at the last cookie.

"Thank you." She said softly and Wybie smiled at her.

"Sure thing." Wybie said, putting the try in the sink, and he started to leave.

"Hey, wait." Mariana said and she broke the cookie in half.

"Take one. We had plenty earlier." Mariana said and Wybie paused and tilted his smile.

"Thanks, that's sweet of you." Wybie said, taking a piece of cookie. They walked into the living room, talking about where they would like to set up their sleeping bags after dinner.