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Chapter Five

The two of them went to Clare's house that night, hoping that she would not be in her room. The two of them climbed a tree that led to one of the bedrooms and hoped to sneak in, go to Clare's room, put the diary back, and then retreat as quickly and swiftly as possible. When they got there, however, they looked through the window and saw Jake sleeping quietly in his room. They knew it was too much of a risk; they could get caught and their plot would be exposed for sure. Before either of them could climb out of the tree, they heard Clare shouting.

"JAKE!"

Worried that the two of them would be caught, they scooted farther back into the tree until the leaves blocked them from view. Seconds after, Clare barged into Jake's room, her hands on her hips and her face reddening. They could hear the whole conversation through the open window and neither of them had seen Clare any madder.

"Wake up, Jake!"

"What?" he groaned.

"Where's is it?"

"Where's what?" he asked, opening his eyes a bit.

"My diary! Where is it?" she repeated.

"You have a diary?"

"I told you when we were together that I wrote about you in there!" Clare hollered, disbelieved that she had to explain this to him again.

"Oh yeah," he said tiredly. "I don't have it."

"Come on!"

"I don't have it, Clare," he repeated, turning on his side.

"Well, I've torn my room apart and I can't find it anywhere."

"Did you look in your bag?"

"Yes."

"Downstairs?"

"Yes."

"Bathroom?"

"Jake, I've looked everywhere."

"Did you take it to school?"

"And risk someone finding it? No way!"

"Well, I'm sure it's there if you just keep looking."

"I've been looking!"

"Well, then take a break for a minute and clear your head."

"I can't!" she screeched. "Someone could be reading it! They could know about things I don't want others to know! They could be reading my dream about –."

She stopped herself, not realizing that she had gone this far. Imogen and Fiona looked at each other and smirked, knowing that she was recalling that dream she had about Eli.

"Dream about what?" Jake asked her.

"Nothing. Fine, I'll go take a breather," she groaned before stomping away and slamming the door behind her.

Imogen and Fiona let out a breath of air, relieved that Clare was out of the room. They continued kneeling in the tree, trying to climb out.

"Okay, let's get out of here."

"What about the diary?" Imogen whispered.

"We'll worry about that later; we have to move."

"I can't," Imogen said. "My legs are stuck."

They had been squatting in this position for at least ten minutes, so Imogen's legs were locked in this position and it caused her knees to hurt and her thighs to seize up.

"Just stretch them a bit."

Imogen looked down and saw a branch one step below. She braced herself for mild pain as she brought one of her legs down.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" she flinched as her leg stretched out.

"Are you okay?"

"Pain," she said, bringing her leg back up and trying to massage her ache out of her thigh.

"What are you two doing here?"

Surprised and terrified, the couple looked up and saw Jake leaning out the window and talking to them.

"Uh . . . we, uh . . ." Imogen struggled, looking to Fiona for help.

"Wanted to say hi," Fiona lied, knowing that was probably the worst excuse in the book.

Jake raised his eyebrows, not believing the girls. It was then that his eyes met the book in Imogen's hands.

"What's that?" he asked, connecting the dots.

"Nothing," she said.

He squinted at it through the darkness. Although he had never read Clare's diary, he knew that this was the book he was looking at.

"Is that Clare's diary?"

"W-Well . . ." Imogen stammered. It was strange; she was usually very good under pressure, but now she was sinking.

"What are you two doing with Clare's diary?" he exclaimed, amazed that these two girls – who he believed to be innocent – were stealing Clare's private book.

"We can explain," Fiona said.

"Tell me," he demanded, wanting to know what possessed them to do this.

"It's a long story."

"Make it fast," Jake permitted.

"We don't have to tell you anything," Fiona said.

"Oh yeah?" he said, crossing his arms and glaring at them. "Do you want me to tell Clare that you two have her diary? If I'm not mistaking . . ." He trailed off for a second to turn his eyes to Imogen. "You two are good friends now."

Imogen and Fiona looked at each other, not seeing how they were going to get out of this. They swallowed the lumps growing in their throats before spilling everything to Jake. They told him about how Eli's been acting lonely, how they believe that the two of them have feelings for each other but neither would admit it, and everything else except for what was in Clare's diary.

". . . But she wouldn't tell me anything, so I took her diary and we read it so we can figure out if she likes Eli or not," Imogen concluded.

"And does she?" Jake asked them.

"We think so," Imogen answered.

Jake licked his top lips and looked down at the ground, deep in thought. After seconds of silence, he looked back up and stared at the girls.

"Okay, if you want me to tell Clare you guys did not take her diary, I want in."

"Hu?" the two girls chorused, not being able to believe their ears.

"I want in," Jake repeated.

Imogen and Fiona looked at each other, surprised at what they had just heard. Jake Martin, Clare's ex, now wanted to help them get her back together with another ex? It was astounding to them to say the least.

"You want to help us?" Imogen said.

"Yes," Jake answered.

"Why?" Fiona asked.

Jake looked over his shoulder to be sure Clare was not coming back before turning back to them and answering.

"After Clare and Eli broke up, it did not take long for her to want to start dating me," he began. "Either that means that she never really cared about him or she wanted to feel happy again with someone she had a crush on."

"And what do you think it was?"

"I've lived with Clare long enough to know that she did care about Eli when they were together, and she still does and that's why she wants to stay out of his way. She doesn't want to push any of his buttons with the bipolar thing."

"He's doing a lot better now," Fiona spat, not realizing how Clare could not see that.

"But remember, she was there when he crashed his car, wrote the play, and tried to sabotage our relationship; it's going to be a lot harder for her to accept that he's better and that she won't do anything to make him lose it."

"Makes sense," Imogen said before turning to Fiona. "I think he might be able to help, Fi."

"How?" she demanded, having an unsettling feeling about allowing Jake to help them.

"I live with Clare and we used to date," Jake began. "If anyone can get inside her head and get her to spill her secrets, it's me."

"That sounds like a horrible thing to do to your sister."

"It's better than stealing her diary," he mentioned.

"He's got a point," Imogen said, her face flushing.

"But how do we know you're just not going to tell Clare what we're doing?"

"She won't believe me," he informed them. "She doesn't really think anyone other than Eli would go through a lot of stuff just to get people back together."

Fiona rolled her lips, considering the chance they had in front of them.

"Okay, you're in," she accepted. "But you need to be dedicated."

"Alright," Jake agreed.

"And if they find out what we're doing because of you, you will be sorry," Imogen threatened.

"Deal," he said, not wanting to see the revenge techniques of Imogen Moreno. "Now, the diary."

Imogen gave the diary back to Jake, hoping that he would never read the contents of this book.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow," he said.

"See you," Imogen and Fiona said in unison before he closed his window.

()()

"That was too close," Fiona sighed as they got back to her place.

"Yeah," Imogen agreed, sitting down on the sofa. "I love Eli and all, but I am not going that far for him again."

"I know," she said, sitting next to her. "From now on, we just observe and go."

"But . . ." Imogen smiled, trying to think positively. She put her arm around Fiona and looked at her with a glint in her eye. "At least that diary gave us some info."

"True," Fiona agreed. "Now we just have to play that to our advantage."

"And now we have an accomplice who knows Clare very well."

"Exactly," she smiled. "So what should we do next?"

"I don't know; maybe Jake can give us a few ideas."

"Hopefully," Fiona nodded, seeing just how useful Jake could be in this mission.

Imogen began to yawn and stretch her arms.

"Tired?" Fiona asked.

"Yeah," she answered. "All this snooping has worn me out."

She got to her feet and picked up her bag.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

She then leaned down to give Fiona a kiss on the lips, wishing that she did not have to leave. Fiona kissed her back, placing her hand on the nape of her neck in the process. She deepened the kiss and Imogen reciprocated; as they kissed, Fiona desperately wished for Imogen to stay with her . . . stay with her for tonight . . . stay with her forever.

She took her free hand and pulled her back down onto the couch. Imogen did not resist and sat next to Fiona, continuing to kiss her until they ran out of breath. They separated and took in some air, smiling at each other.

"Do you want to stay over?" she asked.

"Really? You want me to stay?" Imogen asked.

"Yeah," Fiona nodded. "My bed's big enough for the both of us."

Imogen smiled at the invitation, loving the idea of sharing a bed with her girlfriend.

"Give me two seconds to call my dad?"

"Alright," Fiona said, standing up from the couch. "I'll find you something to sleep in."

"Thank you," Imogen said before she pulled out her phone.

Minutes later, Imogen was in a pair Fiona's blue silk pajamas while Fiona wore her black flannel ones.

"You look nice in those," Fiona complimented as Imogen and her got underneath the covers.

"Thanks," Imogen smiled with a small blush before she took off her glasses. Fiona could not help but stare at Imogen's chocolate brown eyes.

"I love your eyes," she told her.

Imogen blushed again and kissed Fiona's lips.

"I love your lips."

Fiona grinned and the two of them lied down on the mattress. Imogen rested her head on the front of Fiona's shoulder as she held her waist; Imogen loved being held by Fiona and she was so glad that she would be spending this night in her arms.

"Goodnight," she sighed.

"Goodnight," Fiona replied before kissing Imogen's head. They both fell asleep, content as they fell asleep in their girlfriend's arms.

I promise to put in more Fimogen soon; I just have to figure out how. Reviews please?