Sorry I disappeared for two weeks. Two days after I uploaded I got in a nice bit of trouble. And then I got in another nice bit last Monday….But everything's better now and I'm back with another chapter. :)

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Dancingchocolatesmudge- xD Glad I made you happy! I was kidnapped by an evil psycho who kept me from uploading…yeah...that's what happened… :)

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IzzyQuagmire0907- It's my new favorite song! That and this other one that's been stuck in my head for a week…this probably isn't soon enough, but here's another chapter. :)

CaffeinatedKitty- No, thank you for not killing me with the Battle Axe of Doom! Yay, you finally got one! Now you can upload stuff and I can stalk your stories! :D Do you still need help with stuff or have you figured it out? :)

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11 reviews for the last chapter! Okay, guys, scroll up and what do you see? Over 300 reviews! How awesome is that? Just as awesome as the fact that you've stuck around for over a year! Can you believe it's been a year since I started this story? I can't believe you are still here, but here you are! Another thing, your reviews make me so happy! I wish I could reply in a way that I make you feel just as good! Unfortunately, I was never good with words….I should rephrase that since I'm sitting here with a story that's close to thirty chapters…

I was never good with words in a conversation. Yeah, that's better. I'm more of a listener and I almost never know how to respond the way I want to. So I just want to take this little moment and say that I appreciate even the smallest review/complement that is given. I had a bad day today and going through them again made me feel a lot better. A little sleepy, (It's past my good night time) but better.

Thanks to you all!

Before you start the chapter, I just want to clarify that Klaus's granddaddy isn't dead yet. I read over the last chapter and I realized I made it sound like he was, but he's not. Just keep that in mind.

Disclaimer: Well, Disclaimer, I haven't seen you in a couple of chapters. So just in case anyone has forgotten, you must remind them that I do not own ASOUE, I only own Isadora's Diary.

The Isadora Diaries:

You're the Cheese to my Macaroni:

Tuesday, March 6th (That's my little brother's birthday. :))

You're the Apple to my Pie.

That is what was on the note that Klaus passed to me during History.

I read the line with confusion. I looked over at him in the desk next to mine to see his eyes dart away from me. It was clear that he was struggling not to laugh. I knew he wasn't joking to be mean so I played along and wrote back:

You're the Straw to my Berry.

I watched him unfold the note out of the corner of my eye and read it. He lowered his head and covered his laughing smile, trying not to make any noise. I had to do the same, his laughter was quite contagious even when he was trying to keep it in.

He scribbled something, folded the note, and passed it back to me.

You're the Ice to my Cream.

I shook my head and smiled.

You're the Sprinkles to my Cupcake.

I drew a little cupcake next to it before I passed the note back to him.

He read it with a large smile on his face. He looked over at me and mouthed the words, "Can I eat it?"

I laughed quietly and shook my head. Klaus, still keeping his eyes on me, began opening and closing his mouth as if he were eating and he was bringing the paper closer to his mouth.

"No, stop!" I whispered while trying not to laugh too loud. He put his head down, still holding the paper, and I could tell he was losing the battle against his own laugh.

The teacher gave us a weird look and I tried to look as if I'd been working on the worksheet she had assigned us the whole time, but I had to cover my mouth with one hand to hide my smile. A moment later, Klaus discreetly placed the note on top of my worksheet.

You're the Honey to my Bee.

Next to what he wrote, he had drawn a bee. He had also erased a corner of my cupcake and replaced it with bite marks. Next to it, he wrote:

Thanks for the cupcake, Love.

I shook my head, smiling.

You're the Peter Pan to my Wendy. (So won't you fly with me?)

I was passing the note to Klaus when a small paper ball hit my shoulder. I turned to see Duncan, looking confused, holding up a piece a paper that read in large letters:

What are you doing?

I ripped out a piece of paper from my binder and wrote in big letters:

Munching Magic Pills.

Duncan gave me a look that said, "And you're not sharing with me?"

I signaled him to hold on. I reached into my purse and quietly unwrapped my granola bar. It was hard because plastic likes to make noise, but I did it. I ripped off a piece and, looking at Duncan, I stuck it in my mouth. His jaw dropped, we both knew we weren't supposed to have food in class. Duncan turned to look at the teacher, to make sure she wasn't watching, then he turned to me and began vigorously pointing to his stomach with puppy dog eyes and a pout on his face. I exaggerated my chewing in front of him, making him scoot up in his seat in my direction and pout even more. I made it look as if I were contemplating whether to give him a piece or not. To his happiness, I finally ripped off a piece and tossed it to him, making sure the teacher wasn't looking our way beforehand. Duncan caught it and quickly shoved it in his mouth with a look of pure heaven on his face.

Klaus looked at me with surprise. He quickly scribbled something on our note and shoved it in front of me, a look of hope on his face. I took the paper from his hands.

You're the Umbrella to my Rainy Day. (Especially when you give me food.)

I knew he was joking, but I couldn't bring myself to not give him something after I read that. I tore off a piece of the granola bar, leaned closer to him, and stuck it in his mouth. He chewed happily as he made a heart with his hands and pointed at me. I repeated the gesture and turned to my desk to write on the note:

You're the Lightning to my Thunder. (You electrify me.)

After Klaus read it, he put a hand on his heart and looked at me with an expression as if to say, "Aww..."

He passed the note back to me, but not before writing

You're the French to my Fry (I can't be me without you.)

I couldn't help but think just how sweet that line was. I secretly wished that he had actually meant some of the things he wrote. However, I knew that he couldn't mean it. I was a bit upset with that feeling, but I continued to play along as if nothing bothered me and passed the note to him after writing:

You're the Sun to my Shine. (You make me happier.)

It was true, he did make me happier. Then I realized that I wasn't kidding in the note anymore. The line was cheesy but the meaning behind it was true. Klaus really did make me happier. I looked over to see what Klaus thought of it. He was genuinely smiling. No, not smiling and struggling to keep from laughing. He was just smiling.

He wrote back to me:

You're the Milk to my Cookies. (You make me better than what I am.)

There was a small smile tugging on the corners of Klaus's lips as he tried to work on his worksheet when I looked over at him. I was getting the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't kidding anymore? Although, I couldn't possibly see how what he wrote could be true. As far as I knew, it was always him that made me better, not the other way around.

At this point I was having a hard time coming up with good one, so I wrote the first one that I could come up with and, next to it, wrote how I felt.

You're the Cheese to my Macaroni. (You complete me.)

I slowly folded the note wondering if I should change it, but I decided not to and passed him the note as the butterflies magically appeared in my stomach.

It took Klaus a few minutes to respond. When he finally passed me the note, the bell to change classes rang. I stood up and opened the note, anxious to see what he had written. The spot where he had written was worn and gray from erasing. He had finally settled with a different kind of saying from the rest we had written:

You make me feel like sljfslksdjfhsdlikfh, but in a good way. ;)

I looked up at him, my heart pounding. As he walked out of the door, he looked at me with a seemingly secret smile and winked.

I tucked the note into my pocket and walked to my next class.

I have the note sitting right here next to me. I feel kind of weird because I kept but it made me feel, as Klaus would say, like sljfslksdjfhsdlikfh, in a good way.

And because of that, I just can't bring myself to throw it away.

And this, my darlings, is a very short and very sweet chapter. Well, if I do say so myself. You know, I think I did pretty good for someone who is going to pass out because she puts off typing until one in the morning.

I got most of the cheesy, little quotes from the internet. The Honey and the Bee one I got from an Owl City song, which you should check out if you like him. And 'You make me feel like sljfslksdjfhsdlikfh, but in a good way.' is an Adam Young quote that I had just HAD to put in or else I wouldn't be happy.

"…..You can be the prince and I can be your princess

You can be the sweet tooth I can be the dentist

You can be the shoes and I can be the laces

You can be the heart that I spill on the pages…."

~ Perfect Two by Auburn

Alright, it's nearing one thirty am and I am getting sleepier. So, until next time!

;)