AN: Another short one, but there wasn't much to put in this one. And it's from BJ's POV. The big chunks of italic text is the stuff in her journal. Thanks to Dark Angel Errisa, Morbid Crow, HeartRose, Calm-Waters, and Animekitty47 for their wonderful reviews. I love you guys!

Chapter 6: Kylie, Give Me Just the Chance

Since Kitty was busy with her studies, I had abso-fuckin'-lutely nothin' to do.

Heh, I wouldn't've if I hadn't nicked her diary.

I was loungin' on my couch, the little black and white book in my hand. Kitty liked black and white. She liked red, too. Made her pretty easy to please.

There was a little black elastic band holding the book shut, with a small metal medallion type deal with a butterfly on it. Somehow, I don't think she bought it herself.

I slipped the band off and opened to the very first page.

This journal belongs to Kylie Rutledge

Kylie? Her name's Kylie?

Huh.

I flipped to the next page, but it was blank. Then the next one. She wrote in pink?! Umm, maybe that was all she had? Her handwriting was messy, and it looked like she didn't believe in the use of paragraphs.

Also, Kitty didn't date it. Unless it was those symbols . . . .

I guess since I have this, I might as well use it. But what does one write in a journal? One's dreams and aspirations? Likes and dislikes? I can't remember what else she asked about Mr Wilaby. Mr Wilaby . . . not a very nice guy. Or does one write about one's life? About what's going on? Perhaps it's a combination. I guess I'll just write what I want to. Know what? I'd like to know why I'm shivering. I'm not cold. Hell, I'm wearing a trench coat! But nonetheless, I'm shaking and I don't understand it. Some things just make no sense. Know what else I'd like? To be held.

Damn, this girl's really random. I mean, I knew that before, but . . . damn! Okay, where was I?

I'm alone. I'm not trying to be all emo about it, but . . . . You just get tired of being alone for almost 20 years. I've only had one actual boyfriend.

What, were the others fake?

I'm 19, almost 20, and I've only had one guy, and that was two years ago. It only lasted for 7 weeks (the only reason I know that is it started on Halloween, and ended the last day of the semester) and I have no idea why he broke up with me. Am I upset? No. I've moved on. But he was my first (kiss, that is) so it's not something I'm going to forget.

Gods, I should hope not.

Oh, right, back to what I want.

See? I told ya she was random!

I want a guy who loves me for me and all my little . . . quirks? Someone not afraid to hold my hand. Someone to wrap his arms around me and hold me close. I wanna hear his heartbeat and his breath (how I love those sounds) as I lay my head against his chest.

Looks like Kitty's a hopeless romantic.

And I don't want him skinny.

What?! Did I read that right?

"'And I don't want him skinny'," I read out loud. "Okay, maybe she ain't that much of a hopeless romantic."

He's gotta be able to take a glomp from me.

"The fuck's a glomp? Guess I'll have ta ask her about that one."

But I'm not saying I want him fat, either. Broad. That's what I like. Maybe like a Viking? They were pretty big, right? I mean, come on, some puny little man aint' gonna do a blood eagle on somebody.

I couldn't help but laugh. She wanted a Viking? Damn good thing I came along!

And he's gotta have a nice sexy chest. Mm-mm. Like Ronan from Stargate: Atlantis. He's a nice hunk of man flesh. So is Jayne Cobb. And Sylar! Yummy!

"A nice hunk of man flesh? Can't say I've ever heard that, Kitty. And who the hell are these other guys?!"

I'm still shivering, and it still makes no sense. I'm not nervous or anything so . . . Meh. "I see you lying next to me with words I thought I'd never say awake and unafraid, asleep, or dead". That's from one of my top favorite songs. "Famous Last Words" by My Chemical Romance. Music is a big part of my life. I listen to it all the time. I'm probably addicted, but I don't really care. I used to play the saxophone, but I quit band because my teacher told me I needed to get a private tutor to get into honors' band. Fuck that! I was the best. But he kinda screwed that up. Now I dance. I love dancing. It's the only time I'm not clumsy. I mostly do entertainment dancing like tap, ballet, latin. Then, I don't need a partner. I'd love to dance with someone. Prom didn't count, cuz neither of them could actually dance. But I have an issue with my hands. It's genetic, actually. See, they get cold, and when I'm nervous, they get clammy, too. Total yuck. I get real nervous around people. It sucks. But Daddy says it'll go away for the most part. I have noticed it's been happening less lately. Yay!

And that was the end of the first one.

I skimmed through the next couple pages. She wrote about school, mostly. Come on! Where's all the good stuff?! The naughty dreams girls always write about 'cause they're too embarrassed--hey, what a minute.

So, I met this guy yesterday. He's kinda crazy. And awesome. And I absolutely love his suit! I want one. No, I want his! *evil laugh* Yeah, I've named him Kowai. I don't want to write his name down, because it's kinda like magic, and I don't want to share him. But, wow! He's so freakin' awesome! He's my new best friend. Yeah, I kinda make friends pretty easy. Well, it takes me awhile for me to make them potential friends. But after that, it's all down hill! And he's kinda, well, sexy. For a dead guy. Yup, he's a ghost. And what's even more awesome about this ghost guy is I can see him! Not like the other one. I never did manage to see him. Or even get his name. But I think he left. Which is a-okay with me, cuz I gots my Kowai now!

So, I'm sexy for a dead guy. Alright, I can deal with that.

I flipped to the next page, but it was blank.

"Well, Kylie, looks like we need to go dancin'!"

She wasn't Lyds, but she was definitely better than nothin'. Okay, Kitty was pretty awesome, too.

Still not Lyds. But she's damn fuckin' close.

AN: Wee! Next chapter will be longer. You'll also find out what Kowai means. Hopefully, I'll have it up before next Friday (Feb 5). I'm having surgery that day. All four wisdom teeth will be removed. So I'm hopin' I'll have the next chappie up before then.