once again, a big thankyou to becky, who is officially amazing to make this siggie =]]]]
December 8, 2007
3:03 am
Dear Diary,
Despite many speculations, I am not a vampire. I am appalled that you would even suggest suggest a thing! Diary, you are so mean!
Anyways, I am up right now, not because I am a blood-sucking creature of the night as you so cruelly assumed, but because I cannot sleep. I cannot sleep because I keep thinking of
him. Orlando. Last night (since it is now technically morning) was... AMAZING!
No, I didn't sleep with him! What kind of slut do you think I am?! I would sleep with someone on a first date! Second... maybe. But first?
Never!So, anyway, now that we have established that I have
not slept with Orlando Bloom, let's move on to the actual date, shall we?
...Actually, let's move on to my
preparation for the date. Yeah, I lied. Big f*cking whoop-de-doo. Sorry. I won't do it again.... Well, for a few minutes anyway. Oh my God, maybe I'm a compulsive liar and will have to go on Dr. Phil and... Okay. That was awkward... Let's move on, shall we?
Anywho (Oh my God that's fun to write!) I started getting ready at like four. Hey! Don't judge me, Diary. I was one eager beaver, remember?
It took me an hour and a half
just to pick out my outfit. I didn't know if it was gonna be formal, semi-formal, or casual! What had he been thinking, keeping this from me?! The outfit is everythinggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Finally, I decided on a cute black-and-white, checked, pleated skirt I hadn't worn in ages and a tight, black t-shirt. It took me another half hour to pick out my shoes (black-and-white Keds by the way) and yet another antagonizing half hour to apply my makeup.
So now, Diary, we have arrived at 6:30 pm, December 7, 2007. Half hour before the big date. And I was so nervous I couldn't see straight.
I paced up and down, up and down, across my purple fuzzy carpet. Its really soft and frothy and... Sorry, I got off track. But anyways, I was pacing. Then I gave a huff [*giggle*... sorry, funny word] a huff of impatience and collapsed onto the sofa. Glaring at the clock, I wondered if God was punishing me by making the time pass so slowly.
But what had I done to deserve such punishment? I pondered the question. Welllll........ I
had hit Caleb kinda hard in the back of the head during Thanksgiving prayer, causing him to cuss his arse off and get an evil glare from Grandma.... And there was that little matter of me dumping Rupert right after he proposed to me.... I guess that kinda sends a bad message... But he was a jerk face. He deserved it.
Okay, that was a little b*tchy. But does being a b*tch automatically send you to hell? Cause, y'know, every woman is a b*tch at least once a month. Yes, Diary, even me. Hey, it's part of life. I think it's supposed to be our punishment for when
Eve ate the apple or whatever. Why the hell should
we have to pay for something
she did like a million years ago? We aren't all like Eve....
Then the doorbell rang, interrupting my ponderingness. [YAY! New word! Go me!] Anywho, I was so startled, I let out an earsplitting shriek.
Of course, I then realized (after looking at the clock) that it was only Orlando, come ten minutes early.
Timidly, I opened the door. He stood there, his dark, curly hair framing his face and a teasing smile on his lips.
He chuckled. "Did I frighten you?"
"A bit," I admitted, feeling a blush creep into my cheeks.
He raised his eyebrows disbelievingly.
"Okay... You scared me a lot," I amended.
He chuckled again. Soon I became lost in his unbelievably beautiful, dark eyes. I noticed his eyes soften as he studied me, too.
"You look beautiful," he whispered, reaching down to twine his fingers with mine.
I blushed profusely, my cheeks growing warm, as I whispered back, "You look rather dashing yourself." And he did, wearing a deep black, button-up, long-sleeved shirt with a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of sneakers.
A grin spread across his face as he lifted his other hand and rested it gently against my cheek; he caressed my skin, his hand smooth and perfect. His hands were cold from the wintery air outside, but I didn't care because it was really
him, and he was really
here. I had never dreamed this could even happen! I wouldn't trade this, or any other moment with him, for anything else in the world.
I tugged him inside, and he followed me, never letting go of my hand, as I grabbed my coat. He let go for a split second as I thrust the hand he was holding into the jacket sleeve, but as soon as it was free, he latched onto it again.
As soon as I was prepared for the cold outside, he towed me out the door, pausing only for a second as I locked the door to my apartment.
We trudged down the sidewalk, keeping pace wi----
URGH!!!! DAMN PHONE!!!! Guess I gotta go get that. Who knows? Maybe it's Orlando
. At three o'clock. In the morning. Wait... at three o'clock in the morning?? Eh. Maybe.
Vampirely yours,
Keira
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sooo there ya go. thats the update. now tell me yer thoughts. any ideas? im kinda running out here, hehe. ideas would definitely be appreciated!! loi. but seriously.
-chel-