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IchigoMxHarryP- Woah, thanks, glad you liked it! Yes, I'm still considering the play. If I do go with it, it'll come in pretty soon. :) Happy Canada Day to you too! Unfortunately, I wasn't able to upload for Albert F. America Jones, but if he wants this chapter he can have it! :)

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IzzyQuagmire0907- Haha, I'd accept so many bribes because of that! :)

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I heart all of you with a volcano passion!

I want a brownie so bad…SO BAD.

JUST SO YOU KNOW: This chapter isn't a diary entry. This was part of my sister's idea, and I couldn't think of a way to make it work with it being an entry. It's really short, but, you know, it's something.

Disclaimer: I don't own ASOUE. But you knew that.

The Isadora Diaries:

C'est La Vie:

Wednesday, February 29th (Yes, a Leap Year)

"Klaus Jacques Clarke!"

Klaus cringed. Sounds like she saw my room, he said to himself. He turned off the TV and ran downstairs to bravely face the wrath of his mother. He awkwardly waltzed into his messy room to see his mother standing with her back to him in front of his open closet. Aw, man, he thought, she saw the closet too.

Klaus cleared his throat. "Yes ma'am?"

His mother turned to face him, her fists clenched and anger easily visible in her eyes. "What is the meaning of this mess?"

Klaus hated it when she asked him questions while she was yelling at him. He never had a good answer. "I've been busy.." he mumbled.

The wrath was unleashed.

Klaus was dizzy by the time she finished her lecture. But he was alive and alone in his room, and that was all that mattered. He found it strange that his mother only saw his room when it was messy. Klaus was an organized person and could never stand it when his room was messy. But for the past couple of weeks, he hadn't really cared what his room looked like. He hadn't felt like himself lately. Actually, he hadn't felt like himself since he came back from the UK in the fall. When he saw his friends, the Rockefellers, for the first time since May, he was surprised by how much he missed them. What also took him by surprise was how excited he was to see Isadora again.

When he did see her again, he was blown away. She was still the same Isadora. Yet, she seemed…different. One thing, Klaus realized, was that she definitely got prettier over the summer. She had also grown a little bit (although, she was still short standing next to him.). That wasn't it though. It took him the longest time to realize that it was his feelings that were different. Not her.

At first, he tried to deny his feelings. They were friends, that's it. Nothing more. Then came the day that she got hurt. The day when she was riding on the handlebars of his bicycle. He tried to do a wheelie, to impress her, and he lost control of the bike. Then Duncan tried to do a wheelie and slammed right into them. Long story short, Isadora got hurt and Klaus couldn't forgive himself, even when she did.

After that, he embraced his feelings for her. Being with her was something that he loved every minute of. Seeing her smile, hearing her laugh, it all gave him a warm feeling inside. A feeling of being at home, even more than being with his family in London. And this was a feeling that he didn't want to let go of.

On Halloween he almost kissed her. He failed. He tried again on Christmas. Failure again. He wanted to try on New Year's Eve, but he didn't. She surprised him by kissing him on the cheek the weekend of his dad's birthday when they had that dinner party. It got Klaus thinking, 'Hey, maybe she feels the same way.' Even if she did kiss him for some personality change she was going for. If she didn't have some feelings for him, she wouldn't done it. Right? Or maybe he was just desperate for a chance with her that probably didn't exist. After all, there was their friendship to think of. He didn't want to be responsible for ruining it, but he didn't want to go through his life with the regret of never taking the chance. All he needed was the perfect moment.

Klaus's eye caught something oddly shaped in his closet, buried under a pile of clothes. He walked on his knees to his closet and pulled out the object from underneath his clothes.

Quigley's skateboard.

Quigley let him borrow it a few weeks back and Klaus had forgotten all about it. He wasn't really in the mood to clean his room. So to put it off for a few moments, he told his dad he was going across the street to return Quigley's skateboard. He rode it across the street to the Rockefeller residence. Klaus knocked on the door, secretly hoping for Isadora to answer, but she didn't. Her mother did.

"Oh, bonjour, Klaus!" she greeted. "Come in, we have brownies! Way too many and we need to get rid of them."

"Hey, Miss Abelina," Klaus stepped inside, calling her by the name she asked him to long ago. "Is Quigley here?"

"Yes, him and Duncan are in the backyard. Do you want me to tell them you're here?"

Klaus shook his head. "Actually, I can't stay. I only came to return Quigley's skateboard."

"Oh, just leave that old thing by the door. I'm sure you can stay for a few minutes! Come, come."

Klaus followed her into the kitchen, where she pulled a large container of brownies from the refrigerator pulled the lid off, and laid the container on the counter. Klaus looked at the massive amount of brownies stuffed into the container. He took one and asked, "How come you have so many?"

"Oh," Mrs. Rockefeller began, "Isadora and Beatrice made them as a sort of bribery."

"Bribery?" Klaus asked as he ate his brownie. "For what?"

"Isadora's upset because I'm making her go on a blind date this Saturday and she doesn't want anyone to tell anyone. Oops! I think I just did!" she shrugged. "Oh well, c'est la vie, we can't change the past, now can we Klaus?"

Klaus's jaw had dropped and his eyes went wide. "A date?"

Mrs. Rockefeller nodded. "I don't know what she's so upset about. Mark is a handsome boy, and it's just a date."

"A date?" Klaus repeated still shocked.

She only sighed. "You know, if you said something around Christmastime, I could've set you up with my daughter, but you never said anything. Such a shame.."

Klaus coughed. "Um, Miss Abelina, I need to get back home now. I have to finish cleaning my room and maybe throw up.."

"Oh, my apologies, dear, I didn't mean to keep you from your chores!"

Klaus shook his head a little dazed. "It's fine. I'll see you later."

A date?, Klaus said to himself, She's going on a date?

He had waited too long, now she was going on a date, and who knows how long she would date that guy before he ever got a chance with her again! Klaus knew he had to do something quickly, so that on Saturday, Isadora would remember him on the date she's being forced to go on and, maybe, he wouldn't lose her.

Woo! This took so long. I. Am. EXHAUSTED. Ah! I only have 30 minutes left until my laptop logs me off and won't let me back in!

Hey, I despise my story Tell Me Something I Don't Know, so let me know whether you care or not if I delete it. And I still need more votes for my play idea!

Oh! Andif you found or drew or want to find a better cover for this story, let me know and I'll pick the best one! :)

"…Say you will say you won't, say you'll do what I don't, say you're true, say to me c'est la vie…"

~ C'est La Vie by B-WITCHED

Bye everyone! Until next time! :D

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