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Post by Jacob Black on Apr 19, 2008 23:15:11 GMT -5
Dear Journal,
Holy Shit. This is so gay. I can't believe I'm writing in a fucking diary. No, it's not a diary, it's a journal. Journals are much more masculine, right? Anyways, Billy thought it would be a good idea to write things down, and maybe I wouldn't be so moody all the time. Oh, and if you're reading this? You are a looser who obviously has no life. If you did, would you really be here in my room reading this? No, I think not.
Anyways, problemo uno is Bella. Holy shit I cannot stop thinking about her, but when can I not? At least it's not as bad as it used to be, but it still really hurts. Plus, last thing I heard she had picked the blood sucking leech. Apparently everything I did for her meant nothing, apparently my love wasn't enough for her. I just want to give up, especially how Sam set me straight and told me how I was fighting a lost cause. I just hate letting go and I hate giving up. But I feel like now that's the only thing that I can do.
Problemo dos....wait...I take that back. This is not a problem, but a fricking miracle. Antigone Crow; my.....girlfriend. It's so weird to write that, and it's even weirder to say it out loud. I think the reason I like her so much is because she's the complete opposite of Bella. The only thing they have in common is that they are both extremly clumsy, but Annie is only clumsy around boxes. I know, it's kinda weird, but very amusing. Shes the second person I think about the most besides Bella. The pain is still there though.
Well, I guess that's it for now. If you are still reading this you really do not have a life. Very masculine journal writer is signing off now. Adios. (I've been learning so much in Spanish class, can you tell?)
-Jacob Black
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Post by Antigone Crow on Apr 19, 2008 23:35:32 GMT -5
Annie had been curious when she spotted the notebook in her boyfriend's room. Of course, she had to take it and look through it. It seemed as if all of the La Push boys kept journals--she'd already caught Paul of all people with one. She tried to ignore the part about Bella, though it did get to her a little;what the hell was this? She wasn't the jealous type! However, she couldn't help but pull a bright orange gel pen from her purse (she never wrote in a normal color) and write a quick note to him.
Jake-
I know I don't have a life, but really, do you have to point it out? You and the Pack are my life, as sad as that is, in this current moment in time. I really need to expand my circle of friends. Aha, just kidding--I love you all. Well. Most of you, anyway. You should know the exceptions.
Well, I'm glad you think of me as a miracle. More like a miracle from hell, but hey, to his their own. And it's not my fault boxes hate me! ..Or maybe they like me too much and don't want to let me go. Hm. That's a decent theory.
Anyway, if it makes you feel any better about writing in a journal or whatever this may be, Paul has one! I already wrote him a few messages and so on--his responses are truly amusing. And I have one as well, but guys generally see this kind of shit as a girl thing, so I doubt that helps.
Anyway, I doubt this'll be the last message from me. Aha, you can't escape me!
Hugs&Kisses,
Annie <3
She smiled and put the book back where she'd found it, and had wisely left out the Bella part in her message. Good girl.
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Post by Jacob Black on Apr 19, 2008 23:53:54 GMT -5
Jacob walked tiredly into his room, just getting done with shooting some hoops outside. He sighed deeply, and then froze when he saw his 'journal'. It was in a completely different spot then where he had left it. He grimaced, not wanting to know who had read it. With one long stride, he went over to the bed and picked it up, and thumbed through it and stopped when he saw a page with bright orange writing. He knew it was Annie. With another sigh, he grabbed a pen off his dresser and scribbled a response in his messy scrawl. He decided not to mention anything about Bella. He mentally slapped himself for writing so much stuff about the subject in his journal.
Annie,
It's okay that you don't have a life, I still like you all the same. Plus, if it helps I don't have much of a life either, so I guess we can just both not have lives together. xD Oh, and I still have not given Embry those muffins....oops. Well, maybe he forgot about them. Probably not but I can hope.
You are no miracle from hell. You are just a miracle, an amazing one at that. I think you have a love/hate relationship with the boxes. They love to hate you. But no worries, I will always save you when they decide to attack.
Paul? He has a journal? Well now I don't feel so alone. At least I'm not the only one who writes things down. Hmm...I should definitely use this new information as black mail material. You should definitely tell me everything he writes about. He would never let me read it.
Darn. I guess I'll be writing you again soon.
-Jake
With that written, he tossed the journal lightly on his bed and then headed out of his room, deciding not to mention anything about Bella. If she didn't ask, he wouldn't say anything about it.
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Post by Antigone Crow on Apr 20, 2008 19:44:44 GMT -5
Annie was in his room again, and smiled when she found his journal. She quickly found the page he had written on last--a note to her--and brought out a random gel pen. Purple, this time.
Amor-
Well, at least I'm not alone in the lacking a life department. I think my life revolves around spending time with you and Embry, annoying Paul and Colton, and pissing off my sister. All in all, it's fun, and that's all that matters.
Aww, gracias, amor. I'm glad you think so. Even with all my terrible habits and problems. Hence, miracle from hell. Aha, Phantom of the Opera moment! Angel from hell, miracle from hell, same difference. ..Don't mind me, I'm weird. And ooh, very possible. Remember to always keep those damn scissors with you, amor. I hate being stuck.
Yes, yes he does. Though he has claimed several times that it's not a diary, so, I call it his diary. Or his not-diary. Whatever, close enough. Anyway, it's been pretty boring so far. Remind me to steal it for you next time we have to run lines.
And yes, you will be. (: If you ever find mine in my room (aha, good luck), feel free to comment on whatever.
Love,
Annie <3
She dropped it on his bed with a smile, glad that there were no mentions of the Bella girl. She didn't want to talk about her.
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Post by Jacob Black on Apr 21, 2008 19:44:35 GMT -5
Jacob again had realized that his book was in a different spot then he had left it. It didn't really bother him as much as it had before, she had already read everything, so there wasn't anything else he was hiding from her. Well, sure, there was, but he definitely wouldn't be writing it in his 'journal' any time soon. He picked up a dark blue pen this time, picked up the journal, and quickly began writing his messy scrawl across the lined page.
Annie,
You are just a miracle, as simple as that. My life was so shitty before I met you, and I never really had the chance to thank you. So, thanks, I guess. You're weird? I definitely hadn't noticed that. xD I will always make sure I carry scissors around with me, but technically I don't really need them, seeing as how I am a supernaturally strong werewolf. But Shhhh,,,,it's a secret.
Damn. I was hoping that he had written something really intense in it. Well, I'm kinda disappointed now. But oh well, I'm sure I will have plenty of other opportunities to embarrass him. It seems like you and Paul don't hate each other like you used to. Which is a good thing.
Oh don't underestimate me Miss Crow. I'm very good at finding people's secret possessions. I will be commenting back to you soon.
-Jake
He threw it on his dresser, glad that they had avoided the subject of Bella.
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Post by Antigone Crow on Apr 21, 2008 22:34:43 GMT -5
Finding his journal and writing in it was more like a daily habit now. Annie found it once more, and flipped to the last entry. After scanning it, she pulled a pen from his drawer and wrote yet another message to him.
Amor-
Well, I honestly doubt anyone else thinks I'm a miracle. So, I'm your miracle--feel loved, darling. And yes, I'm weird, cut the sarcasm, mister. xP Juuust kidding, sarcasm's cool. Anyway, fair point. Just kill the box, I don't care. I usually get stuck in a skirt, so movement in general is just completely awkward.
Nah, nothing important yet. Though I do need to steal that picture of Embry and I from it. xP How he got it, I will never know, but I sense a rat named Kate. Ugh. Puta. Whatever, it'll be gone soon. Y si, we're getting along...kind of better. I still do enjoy pissing him off, though.
Oooooh, this is a challenge now. I need to hide it better. Nope, you're never going to find it. Eva. I win~
Love,
Annie<3
She smiled, closign the notebook with the pen left to mark the page. She headed out of the room a moment later, leaving the notebook on his bedside table.
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