"I haven't been here in months." Carlos whispered, looking around Jennifer's room.

Logan looked around the room briefly, but Carlos seemed to examine every inch of it. Nothing has changed, he thought with a smile. He saw Jennifer sleeping in her bed and walked toward her. He wanted to touch her so bad, he hadn't in so long. He reached out to brush her hair without thinking.

"Carlos!" Logan exclaimed quietly. Carlos flinched back.

"Sorry."

Jennifer shifted in her bed a little. Logan watched Carlos stare at her longingly. He was getting slightly frustrated. He felt bad for Carlos and all, but he didn't want to be in Jennifer's house for very long. It was quite risky; if the Council of Life and Death ever found out about this he'd be doomed. He had broken multiple rules tonight, all for his friend. Carlos owes me for this big time… Logan thought to himself.

"Carlos, I think we should start looking. I just want to find it and go."

Carlos nodded and pointed to the closet. "It's most likely in there."

The boys slowly and carefully walked to the closet, trying not to make any noise. They couldn't wake her up; they'd both find themselves in a lot of trouble if Jennifer woke up. Logan's secret would be exposed to someone he couldn't trust and Carlos would look like a stalker. If Jennifer told the other Jennifers about them, it would be spread around the whole school like a wildfire. Their stomachs dropped when they opened her closet, it was completely cluttered.

Logan gestured to the stack of bins in her closet. "How are we supposed to find it in this mess?"

Carlos smiled in remembrance. "She has certain things in every bin. Just peek inside and take a look at what's in each bin. We're looking for her journals."

The boys silently and almost gracefully started looking through the bins. Paints, shoes, old toys… They looked through all of the bins and couldn't find the journals. A look of realization suddenly fell upon Carlos' face.

"I forgot. She keeps that bin under her bed."

Logan looked annoyed. "That's a little risky, don't you think?"

"Logan, you're practically a ghost at the moment. You don't think you can float on over to her bed and silently grab the bin?"

He was right; Logan was practically a ghost at the moment. He sighed and began to float over to Jennifer. Carlos watched him in anticipation. Once I get that diary, I get to know everything. Maybe that will give me some answers as to what happened to her. Logan reached under the bed and lifted up the heavy bin full of journals. He gently put it down on the ground so they could look through it. It made a slight creaking noise and Jennifer shifted in her bed. The boys held their breath with nerves. Please don't wake up, please don't wake up…. She began to quietly snore once again. The boys exhaled with relief.

"Alright, let's get this journal and leave." Logan said as he bent down.

Carlos joined him in the searching. "What does it look like?" Logan asked.

"It has a black leather cover and it says 'journal' in gold letters."

The boys took out notebooks and old journals and drawings in search of the diary. It must be at the bottom… Carlos was getting impatient. He wanted to read the diary so badly. He had been thinking about what explanations the diary could hold since August when she dumped him. He'd spent entire nights questioning the contents of the diary and why Jennifer had dumped him. He started to rapidly take stuff out of the bin.

"Carlos! You're going to wake her up if you go that fast!" Logan snapped.

Carlos ignored Logan, because he was holding the diary in his hands. Logan had never seen Carlos smile that big. He started to flip through the pages in wonder. All of Jennifer's thoughts and feelings were in that diary and he finally had it. Logan looked around at the huge mess they had made.

"Time to clean up and go."

"But Logan, I need to read it. I need to find out what's going on…"

"No, you're taken that thing with you. We can't sit here and read it. You're going to take it home and we'll return it tomorrow night."

Carlos sighed. "Alright."

The boys started to clean up the mess they had made. Carlos put away the journals and Logan made his way to the closet to re-stack the bins. He bent down to pick up one of the bins when a certain painting caught his eye. Logan smirked.

"Carlos…"

Carlos turned to Logan. "What?"

"Come here."

"I have to finish cleaning this mess so we can…"

"Just come here!"

Carlos slowly crept to the closet. "What is it?"

Logan pointed to the painting. "Look."

Carlos glanced at the painting and then grew wide-eyed. "That's me…"

"Yeah. It is." Logan was suddenly really happy for Carlos.

Carlos bounced up and down and flailed his arms a little. "That's me! Logan that's me! Maybe she still loves me!"

Carlos was talking a little too loudly and Jennifer started tossing and turning in her bed. "No mom, five more minutes." She mumbled.

"Shit." Carlos whispered.

Carlos shoved the journal bin under the bed and silently dashed toward the window. Logan grabbed Carlos' arm. "Forget about the window!" And with a snap of Logan's fingers, they were gone.

Carlos eagerly jumped out of bed the next morning. He wanted to read Jennifer's diary the night before, but Logan demanded that he turn the light off so he could sleep. Logan was still asleep, but Carlos didn't acknowledge him and started noisily running around his room trying to find the diary.

"Carlos…" Logan said sleepily. "It's still so early."

"The early bird gets the worm!"

Carlos grabbed the diary and flipped through pages, only looking at the dates. He wanted answers and he wanted them immediately. He almost cried when he saw when the entries ended: May 24. That was the day before this whole mess began, and there wasn't a new diary seeing as there was still about 100 pages left. He noticed that there were pages torn out, the information used to be there, but she ripped it out.

"No!" Carlos shrieked.

"What..?"

"She ripped it out! She ripped the answers to all of my questions out!"

Carlos threw the diary across the room. I needed those answers…