AN: I have updated chapter 6 to add more details and make the story make more sense, since I accidentally deleted a part of the chapter. I would also like to thank carissarae for their advise on properly characterizing the characters so I don't venture into the realms of the OOC too much, and strongly suggest you read their fanfics. Next chapter is when things will start to get a bit more serious, as for now though, I thought it would be best to go for a lighthearted chapter. Please enjoy!

"Do you know when Rey will be back?" Finn asked for what seemed to be the thousandth time.

"It's only noon, we aren't expecting her to be back until tomorrow morning," Poe stated with a sigh as he looked at his best friend.

Recalling his interaction with Rey yesterday he realized that he never did give her back her notebook.

"Hey Finn..." Poe started as he looked over to his best friend who was also hiding in the shade of a giant fern beside him, "I kind of stole this from Rey yesterday, want to read it?"

Poe gave Finn his best mischievous grin as he drew her stolen notebook out of his pocket.

"Are you kidding me? That's private! I know that if I were her I wouldn't want anyone to read her diary..." Finn pointedly spoke to Poe while mustering his best Are-You-Kidding-Me glare.

"Who said anything about it being a diary?" Poe asked with amusement lacing his tone.

"Did she keep it hidden?" Finn started.

"Yes."

"Did she try and steel it back from you?"

"Yes."

"Did she seem embarrassed when you found it?"

"Definitely."

"Then it's her diary," Finn deadpanned as he looked back at the village.

"How would you know? You have had next to know experience with people... no offence," Poe exclaimed.

"Well, I was a janitor, and as such I came across a lot of diaries kept by officers and admirals in my day, and if any of them caught me reading them it would have been 'Execute FN-2187 for being a spy and a traitor' and all that."

"So you did read them?" Poe asked as Finn realized that he was being drawn into a checkmate.

"Yes, from time to time, but that's not the point!" Finn exclaimed as he desperately tried to dig himself out of the hole that the pilot had thrown him in.

"Well then, what is different about this case?" Poe asked with a knowing grin on his face as he drew Finn into a losing hand.

"Well, Rey is my friend, and as such I respect her privacy!" Finn shouted before taking in a deep breath to calm himself, "Anyways, I'm going to visit with Rose, the medics say she could wake up any minute now."

"Alright then. Go have fun! And please do come back if you break," Poe said as he looked at Finn.

"If I break?!" Finn asked as if it were outrageous.

"Okay, when you break. Meet me back here in 5 hours." Poe spoke to Finn as he got up to go and visit with Rose.

After Finn had walked off to go and check on Rose, Poe started fidgeting and shifting from side to side as he grew bored of his shade.

"What to do, what to do..." He mumbled on his breath as he looked around at the village they were staying in.

His eyes stopped on the hut that Rey had left her belongings in, and was presumably staying in. 'What the heck,' he thought as he got up on his feet, 'I'm looking through her diary later today, whats looking through her other stuff going to do, except maybe add to the carnage?'

He carefully climbed up the ladder made of twigs that were thatched together with rope until he reached the top of the structure. He clambered onto the deck before making his way to the door. Poe looked both ways before entering through the beaded curtain to ensure that he wouldn't be caught by other members of the Resistance.

One of the first things he noticed were what appeared to be crude sketches of lightsaber positions littering the floor. He carefully lifted the nearest sketch and examined it. It seemed to show a blocking position and had several spots of ink where they didn't make sense. When he put the page up to the light he realized that they were caused by a sketch on the back.

He flipped the page around and saw a middle school-esque sketch of a dark haired figure surrounded by hearts. Confused by the childish nature of the drawing he tried to reason why Rey had drawn the image only to realize that she probably had some form of arrested development given her childhood. Pushing aside his concern over her well being he decided to try and make out who the figure was.

The jacket looked large and stiff, like his previous leather jacket, yet the hair looked longish, similar to his own style. He decided to pocket the sketch to show to Finn later and ask his opinion on it, to see if they could discern whom the figure was.

After he discovered no more sketches of interest, or anything else of interest, he decided to leave the hut. Looking at the early afternoon shadows caused by the scorching sun Poe decided to scan his eyes around the village and find something to do. Noticing that the village was quieter than usual he decided to go back under his fern which, fortunately, still provided shade outside of the forest. Once he had placed himself under his fern it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

"Good morning, Poe!" came the chipper voice of Finn, waking him from his rest.

"Did I really sleep that long?" Poe croaked out in a rough voice.

"No, but I felt like getting some revenge for getting me curious earlier, let's look through that diary!" Finn exclaimed energetically.

"Alright, let me just grab it," He said in his still slightly rough voice as he reached into his pocket.

He also passed the sketch he found earlier to Finn and asked, "I also found this earlier. While I look for the first interesting passage would you like to give a try at finding out exactly who she was trying to draw?"

"It kinda looks like you," Finn stated as he looked at the picture from multiple angles, "but also... not? I can't quite place my finger on it..."

Poe started flipping through the notebook, still blinking the sleep from his eyes, when he found a page with hearts drawn in the margins similar to those on the crude drawing.

"I found one, listen to this," Poe stated as he gently elbowed Finn to gain his attention from the sketch

"I love you
Yet I cannot love
According to these old books
The path of the Jedi is one of solitude
But I wish to stay true
Like the path of a dove
When your eye looks
I feel as though I might end my path of fortitude."

"Well that sucked," Finn stated as he looked over Poe's shoulder at the aforementioned poem.

"That... seems to be accurate," Poe said with a shrug.

"So... who do you think it's about?" Finn asked to try and cut through the awkwardness.

"I'm, not sure. Would you like to try and find some prose about it?"

"Some what?"

"Prose. You know, the stuff that isn't poetry?"

"That would probably be better. Yeah, let's try and find something that isn't terrible."

"Here is one," Poe said before giving a light cough to clear his throat.

"Dear future me,

I just don't know what to feel about him anymore, I think I may love him, yet everytime I think that I am certain about it I question myself and lose my previous feelings. You will probably laugh at me when you look back with your whole life figured out, a certain amount of certainty that will allow you to see everything as trivial. Yet, right now, I am so uncertain, standing on a ship that was torn apart. I just wish I could get advice from you given what I know of Jedi celibacy, and what little I know of his character."

"She is clearly talking about me," Finn said.

"What makes you say that?!" Poe asked with a look of disbelief colouring his face.

"Her standing on the ship that was torn apart could be a poorly done metaphor about the Supremacy, and given that she knows I was on it at the time of Admiral Holdo's sacrifice it was clearly meant as a reference to me."

"Well I think it makes more sense to be about me, given that she mentions character as it relates to a lack of certainty. No offense, but your personality doesn't exactly spark a lack of stability."

"Well I think you're wrong."

"May the best man win," Poe stated with a smirk as he stood up and shook hands with Finn, signaling that the chase was on.

AN part 2: Once again thanks to carissarae! They actually gave me the inspiration to make the notebook a diary, and their writing advice was extremely useful. Once again I strongly suggest that you go and check out their account, given that they do characters significantly better than I do. The next chapter might be out late, given that I am going on vacation soon. Once again I implore you to re-read chapter 6, bacause the details that I added, while short, create a huge amount of context that was lost during my finished draft.