Hey, people. I'm writing the next chapter in Diary Drabbles now, I guess. You had better review this time, dammit, or –puts on Arnold voice- I will not be back! –goes back to regular voice- Seriously, though, I have more faves and alerts than reviews, and that's not how Golden rolls. Time for the chapter.
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Diary Drabbles
Chapter 3
Chapter 3, Part 1: Fang
Dear Diary,
We went to a Cowboys game today. Or part of it. I'm writing this at night, even Max is tired. She thinks I'm writing my blog. Anyway, I did such a great ploy today. I was watching the cheerleaders, pretending I was one of those pathetic nihilist guys who actually would date a cheerleader. I said something about short shorts and the one with long red hair. You should have seen the look on Max's face, Diary, it was priceless. But then I let my mind wander to her and Angel picked up on my true feelings. Then—I can't believe that little runt—she told Max! Just like that. "Fang still loves you," she just said to MAX. But the appalled and confused look on Max's face made me feel so great-- either she loves me or she was just really confused by it and will never talk to me again. I really hope it isn't the latter. Max… if there was only a way to get her to tell me how she really felt, even if she just liked me as a friend, at least I would know. This is total agony! I almost want to hit something. I guess I'll punch this tree. Yes, that would be nice. I'll just hit this and—wait, Max is rousing. I should shut off the screen before she sees.
A few moments later:
I'm back. She asked me about the blog. I told her how many hits I had gotten, and how well I thought it was going. Not like it matters. Just as long as I have her I feel great. I even feel safe. She's almost like a mom or a sister. That would be really awkward if I ever wanted to date her or kiss her. But she kissed me, and Nudge and Gazzy know about it (if you don't know or remember, Iggy's blind and Angel was fetching water, but since Angel can read minds, she probably knows, and they all probably told Iggy.) I hardly realized it was a kiss when it happened. It was so fast, over too quick. God, I don't know, it's hard being a freaky mutant on the run in love with a girl you almost consider a sister. I better catch some z's now. Night, diary.
-Fang
Chapter 3, Part 2: Max
Dear Diary,
Fang seems a little strange lately. I don't know what Angel meant by "Fang still loves you" today. Does he love me like a sister, or does he love me? I wonder if the rest of the flock heard her. This will be held over me for the rest of my miserably short freaky mutant life if they find out what I think about Fang. You mean you don't know? Well, here it is, pay attention, I'll only write this once, but I have to get it out of my head somehow, so here it goes: Fang is like a brother to me. So familiar, but so lifeless, like a shadow. There are moments when it's like he comes to life though, but only around one or two members of the flock, never all of us. He never talks, but when he does, he either makes me angry or surprises and confuses me so much I forget to breathe. I almost wish he'd fall off a cliff, that'd make my heart and mind so much easier to deal with. But I would never wish him to leave me. He's so Fang at times, but that's what makes me love him like I do. Okay, NEVER tell him I said that. But it's true. I love him. I really do. I'll never tell him, but I'd go to the ends of the earth and back for him, and I wish he'd do it for me. I'm just playing "hard-to-get" at the moment –wink- -wink-. I'm not doing too well, am I? Guess not. He can go out with every red-head in the world (even the guys), for all I care. But I will kill every one of them before they get within spit distance of him (which is pretty far, by the way. Distance-spitting must be another part of the bird-kid mutant package). But come on, that olive skin, his dark eyes, overgrown hair, you gotta love. I mean, seriously. He's got to have a lot of fangirls from his blog, but I'll kill all of them. They don't even have to have red hair. He's typing, but it doesn't look like the blog. I should see what it is. Later, Diary. See you soon, or something.
Chapter 3, Part 3: Iggy
Dear Diary,
Iggy here. Fang's laptop has a near Braille feature on here, so I'm using it. He just wnent ot sleep, and I got it out. I still can't see the screen, so sorry if there are any spelling mistakes (a/n: I'm actually writing this with my eyes closed, so I hope it has the same effect). It seems that Fang and Mas are gonna ger together sometime soon. It's not that I don't like them together, but it's just not fair. Who am I supposed to date? Nudge? Angel? I wish I could date a girl in the flock. I admit, I used to like Max, but she's so, controlly, plus, she hates explosives. I wanna find a gril who is totally pro-explosives. It's not that I don't like Nudge and Angel, but they're so much younger than me (nudge 3 years, angel 8 years) who dates someone that much younger than them Maybe nudge,b ut then that wyould leave Gazzy and Angel. They obciously can't date each other, so I'd have to take Angel. She's a cute kid, byut I can't take a realationship seriously with a six-year-old. Especially not in about ten years when I want to start a family of my own. I mean, cone on, a 16 year old wife? I don't think so. I don't know, maybe I should go back to Tess or something. I'll never see her again (wait, I never saw her in the first place), and she's probably not going to like me since she knows I have wiongs. Or she'll just dig me for the attention. Maybe I could deal with it. Maybe I could find someone else. Maybe there's another birrd girls out there that's more my age. I don't know. This document is probably covered in squiggly red lines, so maybe I should sto, typing now. I odn't know. If god;s out there, listen: please help me find a girl that wouldn't mind a blind mutant boyufriend. Please. Olease,.please lolease. I think that's iot. ITime for sleeping. Ther's nothing to sleeping really. I could do it with y eyes open if I had to. I;n like freaking blind, so it doesn't naatter what my eyes are doing when I sleep. Bug at least I can see when I drea. I used to see you know, and I miss it, but since I know what every8ithinkg looks like, so I can dreami with sight. It's completely awesome in a weird way. Sometimes when I drteam after hacving not dreamt for a lohg time, I forget what it's like to see. The rest of the flock doesn't know that I still dream with seeing, It has n't really crossed heir minds, I don't think. I don't matter to them. IT's really depressing when you thibk about it, but who0 really cares about the blind tall guy. I know I';m awesome, but no one really gives me enough recognition. So I guess that's it. The athor o this fanfic really wants to open her eyes. Night, diary.
0-Iggy.
Chapter 3, Part 4: The Gasman (aka: Gazzy)
Dear Diary,
I read over Iggy's, Max's, and Fang's journal entries. The three of them have gone to sleep, so that when the three of us (Angel, Nudge, and I) wake up and enjoy the no-older-kids'-rules thing. It's really refreshing. Angel is reading Max's and Fang's minds right now (she read their entries too, not like she has to). Did you know she could read dreams too? They are in people's minds, though. She says Fang is seeing Max in a bikini. And that song, you know the one ("she wore an itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini") is playing over and over in his head. What a loser. I can't believe Iggy thinks that no one in the flock cares about him. I'm his best friend! Of course I care about him. And I appreciate the suggestion, Ig, but there's no way I'd ever get with Nudge. Okay, now she just poked me in the head with a stick. That really hurt! But she wouldn't like me like that, right? And Ari has gone to the Dark Side: Girls do have cooties. Older kids are just in denial. I can't think of what else to write, so I'm going to hand the computer over to Angel. She wants to do her entry now.
-The Gasman, Gazzy
Chapter 3, Part 5: Angel
Dear Diary,
This is just too funny. I'm looking in on Fang's and Max's dreams, and, well, whoa, is all I can say.
Fang is picturing Max in a yellow polka – dot bikini and is playing that stupid song over in his head. But Gazzy already told you that. By the way, the suit is yellow with white polka dots. So the suit is in fact what's yellow, not the dots. Max is having memories about her and Fang. Like when we first got out of the School and Fang gave her a wildflower, or when she kissed him on the beach recently, or when she saw him kissing a red-head girl and she got all angry, or when he kissed her forehead while she was in a towel in her room back at Anne's, and she's also dreaming of dancing the Tango with him, and now she's kissing him. Ewww! But still, OMG. And about what? All of it, of course! The whole Fang-and-Max thing, and Iggy wanting to date me. I mean, he's nice and all, and if I were to be with anyone in the flock it would have to be him, but come on, how weird would that be? But if Nudge and Gazzy got married, Nudge would be my sister-in-law!!!! We always wanted to be real sisters, but sisters-in-law would be cool too. I'm hearing Gazzy's and Nudge's thoughts, and it's becoming VERY awkward in our little camp, let me tell ya. This is exceedingly weird. I should send thoughts to everyone's heads to reveal everything to their crushes. Maybe tomorrow. That would be so fun. But nyah, it's too easy. Plus, what if all this weird stuff happened? Fang and Max would be fine, but what if Iggy said he liked me, then Nudge liked him, then Gazzy liked her, then I would be in the middle of awkwardness, and I don't even like boys yet! Yikes, this is too weird. Nudge and Gazzy are reading now, and it's getting weird. I just thought of a weird love, like, hexagon. What if I liked Fang, Fang liked Max (but we all know that part), Max liked the Gasman, the Gasman liked Nudge, Nudge liked Iggy, and Iggy liked me? Cha-os! But I don't like Fang (well, I used to before all this weirdness began, but now I don't), so it could never happen. And Max loves Fang, so yeah, it'd never happen. My original triangle thing was a lot better. Now Nudge and Gazzy are giving me weird looks. And Nudge want her turn to write, so I better save and let Nudge have a turn. Bye.
-Angel
Chapter 3, Part 6: Nudge
Dear Diary,
I think this is the first night in the history of ever that we all wrote in our diaries tonight. I wonder why I lost… my train of thought. What was I saying? Oh, well. I'm going to give a quick overview of all of this and my thoughts. Fang and Max weird but awesome. Angel told us about the bikini thing and Max's tango fantasy. Oh, wait, Max is talking in her sleep, we should listen.
"Oh, Fang, you're such a great dancer. You and I should audition for Dancing with the Mutants. We'd be a hit." We all fell over laughing at that. Fang's talking now. I'm going to type what he says too.
"She wore an itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini that she wore for the first time today…" LOL! I can't believe Fang actually knows that song! He always seemed more Likin Park rather than… whoever sings that. I seriously doubt that Max would ever wear an itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka-dot bikini, so Fang can kiss that dream goodbye. Or he could just go kiss her already. I don't know what's taking the poor boy so long. You know what's taking so long? For the sun to freaking rise. I want to go into town and eat already. Or at lease get some salami and bring it back here. Fang muttered something in his sleep. He wants to kick Sam's ass. That just reminded me of Donkeys again, which are four-legged animals with hooves. Whoa, déjà vu. You wanna know what else is an animal with four legs and hooves? An Ibex. Which reminds me of Itex. That place is freaky. It's going to be hard to bring that down and save the world. GL, Max. Speaking of Max, I wonder what Max is dreaming.
Angel just told me. She's still dreaming of Fang, who's still kissing her. I mean, come on, don't you need to breathe in dreams too? Well, I suppose not. I had a dream when I was under water and I could open my eyes and stay there fine, and I didn't have to breathe. That was before Angel could breathe under water. I wonder if I'm psychic. Now that's déjà vu for ya. I like how Word puts the little lines over déjà vu. It does that with cliché and naïve too. So cool. I wonder what other words Word puts under lines over. I should check the dictionary.
You know what's funny? I was going through my dictionary, and I saw that the word dictionary is not in the dictionary. Now that's a bit cliché, don't you think? There's that line again. How cool is that? Naïve, cliché, déjà vu. It's still so cool! Total says that I don't know what any of those words means. He might be right. Stupid dog. Now he wants a turn to write. G'night, diary.
-NuDgE
Chapter 3, part 7: Total
SDdezafr disryi,
Total jhere. It';d very hsrd tro ftype witjh my psdwer s. (a/n: I;m typing this with my index finger and middle finger bent on each hand, if you're curious. I hope it has the same effect.) w4hy c asnm'tn I hsve fingerzzz??? Not fsior sat all, if yuou asjk me. Im c an'yt bdeliedv e3m nudgfer cvaSlledf m de xsftjupide!!!! Zafteeer za.ll we'vwe bfeen througrh,n too! Speskinvg ocm whjnich, ican'[t believe igghy gt trhin ks hde's unlocv ed!!! Angael, my bgdesrt cfriend, left me ojugtr odf the hexa k.on ! she clould nhscve gfki ven me4 a cute poodle or somethilm g!!! Now trhzAtr'sd unloved!!! I'm gping to get my poiker bnnudfxdfi9es together and listenb to "Icf DEveryonde c sared" bt nicgkleback nosw. Nuight.
tot5awl
Chapter 3, part 7: Total (remix)
Dear Diary,
Total here. It's very hard to type with my paws. Why can't I have fingers? Not fair at all, if you ask me. I can't believe Nudge called me stupid!!!! After all we've been through, too! Speaking of which, I can't believe Iggy thinks he's unloved! Angel, my best friend, left me out of the hexagon! She could have given me a cute poodle or something!!! Now that's unloved!!! I'm going to get my poker buddies together and listen to "If Everyone Cared" by Nickleback now. Night.
-Total
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