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Chapter Four

Imogen was hammering on Fiona's door minutes after she pulled her heist. Everything was a blur and she was certain that the diary in her bag had added a thousand pounds. She could barely remember how she got out of Clare's house, but she hoped she wasn't acting suspicious as she left. She did not know if Clare would notice, but she did not want her to stick around long enough to find out. The second she fled the Edward/Martin household, Imogen went to the only place should go to at a time like this. The Coyne's loft was her safe haven right now and she hoped that Fiona would be there and not think of her as absolutely insane.

"I'm coming, calm down," Fiona hollered from inside. Seconds later, she opened the door; her hair was damp and she was wearing a long black robe. If Imogen was not in so much shock as to what she had done, she would have cracked a smile; Fiona noticed how scared she looked and was instantly concerned. "Are you alright?"

"I don't know," Imogen admitted as she came into the room and beginning to pace, putting her bag on the table as if it was a bomb. "I'm not sure if I just did something good or incredibly stupid."

"What are you talking about?" Fiona asked, closing the door and watching Imogen with worry.

"I did something . . . something I'm not sure if I should've done . . . but I had to . . ."

"Imogen!" Fiona exclaimed, standing in front of her and putting her hands on her shoulders and meeting her eyes. "What is going on?"

Imogen turned her head to the bag and Fiona mirrored her.

"I stole something," she admitted, looking back at Fiona.

"WHAT?" she demanded, snapping her head back.

"Not from a store or anything," she reassured, doubting it will help.

"So?" Fiona said, removing her hands from Imogen shoulders. "What exactly did you steal?"

Imogen moved to her bag before digging inside and pulling out the book.

"It's Clare's diary," she confessed.

"You stole her diary?" Fiona almost screamed.

"I know, it was wrong, but we could use this."

"Imogen, Clare's personal thoughts are in that diary!"

"Yes, and Eli could be in here as well!" she pointed out.

"That doesn't matter! It's an invasion of privacy going through it!"

"But this could tell us if she's still interested in Eli or not; she's not going to open up to me anytime soon and we've waited a couple of weeks for things to change and nothing."

"It's still her diary!"

"We'll only read all the entries she's made since she and Jake broke up; that way we're not going into her thoughts about Eli before their breakup and all her drama with her friends and parents and stuff."

Fiona huffed, seeing Imogen's point but conflicted as to whether or not they should take this course of action.

"She's going to notice it's missing."

"Not if we get it back in her room before the day's out."

"And how are we going to do that?"

"We'll figure it out; but we can't waste any more time. Are we doing this or not?"

Fiona looked between Imogen and the book before sighing and walking to the couch.

"We only look at the entries that involve Eli and nothing else."

"Deal," Imogen agreed before sitting next to her on the couch.

Trying to hide her enthusiasm, Imogen opened the diary and began flipping through its pages. Fiona sat by her side, looking around them as though someone was spying on them and could catch them in an act of crime.

"Okay, here's the entry she wrote a few weeks after she and Jake broke up," Imogen stated before reading it aloud.

"Dear Diary, I know I dated Jake for a long time, but I'm suddenly beginning to look back on our relationship and I'm realizing a few things. Our relationship did not start out on much. We made out and, over time, we got to know each other and grew comfortable, but not much other than that. We did connect and we have things in common, but –."

"I thought we weren't going to read anything that involved Jake," Fiona interrupted.

"We're almost there," Imogen reassured before continuing. "We did connect and we have things in common, but starting over with him as my stepbrother was wrong and I lost my best friend because of it. Oh, that is so sad."

"Imogen!"

"Sorry. I can't turn back time, but I don't know how make things right; I have the feeling that saying sorry won't be enough. On top of that, I have a feeling that I haven't since I saw Jake shirtless in our kitchen months back."

"What?" Fiona exclaimed.

"Juicy," Imogen purred. "We can always go back to that entry."

"No," she protested, trying to stay on track. "We're doing this for Eli; not to find out everything about Clare's love life."

Imogen said "okay" before proceeding with the read:

"It's that feeling you get when a crush starts forming. It's bittersweet because I know I feel something and I don't know what. See, she's beginning to like someone."

"But how do we know it's Eli?"

"Only one way to find out," she grinned mischievously before turning the page. "She wrote this one a few days after that. Dear Diary, I know for a fact I'm beginning to like someone. I really don't want to, but I can't fight how I'm feeling. I've tried telling myself that I'm just trying to rebound from Jake, but I don't know. We broke up over a month ago and all my romantic feelings for him are gone. I don't know why, but I just started feeling something for this guy. Part of me just wants to leave all feelings in the past, but part of me wants to chase this.

"But it's a bad idea. He won't be interested in me. We've gone out before and it did not end the way he wanted it, so maybe he's just forgotten all about me. Maybe it will be better that way. The last time I gave someone a second chance, it did not end well.

"Okay, she has to be talking about Eli."

"She has to be," Fiona agreed. "They've gone out before and she ended their relationship."

"Exactly."

"What do the other entries say?" she inquired, seeing how this may help them.

Imogen skimmed over a few pages to see if there was anything to mention about her feelings for someone. She paused however when she saw her name included in a short entry.

"Hello!"

"What? What?" Fiona coaxed.

"Listen to this!" Imogen squealed with a smile. "Dear Diary, Imogen is starting to hang out with me. I'm really surprised. She told me that she was not interested in Eli anymore and she was a new special person in her life. That would be you," she added to Fiona, who blushed slightly. "I guess that's a good thing, but the last thing I need is a reminder of HIM!"

"Him?" Fiona repeated. "Him? As in Eli him?"

"What other 'him' could she be talking about? She so likes him!"

"Of course she does!"

Imogen turned to the next page and her jaw dropped.

"Oh . . . my . . . God . . ."

"What?" Fiona asked.

"Listen to this: Dear Diary, I dreamt of Eli last night. I'm not quite sure what to think of it. We were about to make love –."

"Stop!" Fiona interjected. "We can't read that!"

"Why not?" Imogen protested. "Wouldn't you like to know what makes her tick?"

"Yeah, but we can't about her and Eli having sex."

"We'll be the only ones who'll know that we've read it," she reassured her. "What Clare doesn't know won't hurt her."

Fiona groaned in defeat and Imogen continued.

"I remember that my hands were bound to the headboard of a bed and my entirely naked body was under some thin sheets. I was, surprisingly, very calm. I was excited even . . . I was aroused. My heart was racing fast as he came into the room that was dark except for the bed, which seemed to be made of light. Eli walked to the bed, only in his jeans. He climbed under the sheets and his eyes were locked with mine. His jeans and boxers seemed to magically vanish and I felt his hardened length on my thigh. I moaned as he put his lips to my neck and traced my bellybutton with his finger.

"Well, well, well," Imogen said. "Miss Edwards."

"Keep going," Fiona urged.

Imogen looked at Fiona, surprised at her request but heeded it anyway.

"'Do you love me?' he whispered huskily into my ear. I could not answer at first; I was breathing so hard and I was dying for him to enter me. He traced his knuckles down my inner thigh and I started to squirm beneath him as he repeated the question. 'Do you love me?'

"'Y-Yes,' I stammered, craving for him to do more. My wish fulfilled, he kissed my mouth and I tasted him for the first time in so long. It was so real that I had completely forgotten that it was a dream. He kissed down my neck, my chest, my stomach, and my hips. When he got to my thighs, I was hoping that he would give care to my –."

"Whoa! Who would've known that Saint Clare thought that?" Fiona exclaimed. Imogen nodded before picking up at the beginning of the next sentence.

"He abandoned my lower region and swooped back up to kiss my lips again.

"'Let's start over.'

"Before I could answer, however, he sunk his teeth into my neck. Chills ran through my spine as his bite left a mark on my skin. Once he released my neck, he kissed my shoulder.

"'You are gorgeous.'

"'E-Eli," I gasped as he traveled his lips up my arm and to the rope that bound my right arm. He used his teeth to tear the restraint away and he repeated the motions by kissing my other arm and releasing my other hand. Once they were free, I was able to dig my hands into his hair and bring his lips to mine.

"'Make love to me, Eli,' I begged of him.

"'If you wish,' he whispered to me. He kissed me again, but then my alarm clock rang and I woke up. Damn, right before the good stuff too. It has been on my mind all day and I can't seem to shake it. I avoided Eli more than usual today because I was so embarrassed for reasons I do not understand. Hopefully by tomorrow I'll be over this dream and I can keep moving on."

"Well, well, well," Fiona sang. "What do you make of that?"

"I think Clare Edwards has more than a crush on our little Eli."

Fiona nodded, still in shock that Clare had a dream like that. They kept reading the book, but hardly any of the other entries were as interesting as the dream she had. Most of the other pages did not have much written on them; they only included brief sentences such as Just when I think I could forget, I'm reminded of him or Why can't he stay out of my head? Although the passages weren't interesting or in depth, they were still significant; they were telling the girls that Clare still had feelings for Eli, thus it was important information to remember.

"She wrote this one just last night," Imogen informed her before reading the final page. "Dear Diary, I just can't forget about him. It's stupid and crazy, but he never leaves my head. I even dream about him. We don't talk anymore, we only pass each other in the halls, and I know it's probably never going to happen anyway. Maybe the sooner I forget about it, the better."

"Okay, that's all the proof we need," Fiona said, relieved to know that they weren't on some wild goose chase. "Eli can deny it all he wants, but he still has feelings for her; and her feelings for him are there in black and white. I mean, if she feels that much for him there's no way those feelings are going to disappear overnight."

"Now all we need to do is get them together. Our first order of business, figuring out how we could get them talking."

"Uh, that's more like our second order of business. The first one is to get Clare's diary back into her room before she realizes it's missing."

"Right," Imogen said. "And . . . how are we going to do that?"

That entry with Eli and Clare was the first time I wrote something that smutty, so I would appreciate feedback on that. Reviews, please?