A/N: 4/13/10- I've edited all the old chapters so if you see a mistake please let me know. It's my goal to have this little fic as error free as possible. Thanks much and enjoy!

Dear Diary

January 9th

Matt is way late coming back. He went to the library like, two hours ago. How long does it take to write a paper? I think he's hiding something. Like a girlfriend. Which is so not fair. How does my introverted nerdy brother get a girlfriend before me? Arthur says it's because he's manlier and doesn't keep a diary. I told him to shut his face or I'd tell Francis he was the one who told everyone he has chlamydia. Even though it was sort of a service to the public. Not sure if he really has it or not though. Anyways, Arthur didn't seem all that phased so I just called him a douche bag.


I was right. He does have a girlfriend.

He also has a hickey half the size of my fist on his neck. Which is cool and all, but when I asked him about it, he got all flustered and hid in his room. The fuck? I'll have to demand answers later, but it's burger night in the DH and I don't wanna have to wait in line.


Matt didn't come down for dinner and neither did Arthur (assholes) so I ate with my team. Which is cool, but Braginski sat next to me and that kid gives me the heebie-jeebies, always smiling and saying creepy stuff. And I swear to god I saw him pour some vodka in his powerade. If he wasn't such a good basketball player (and so fucking creepy) I'd give him what for.

Ah, dammit. Morning practice tomorrow. Guess that's an ixnay on the halo all nighter. I'll just have to kick Kiku's ass later.

January 10th

I take it back. I am going to kill Braginski. Fucker hit me in the face with the ball during practice and broke it. My nose, I mean. Can't play for the next two weeks and coach is pissed at me and not him? He didn't even apologize. Actually, he didn't even seem to notice that I'd been hurt. Even though my blood was all over the court. I'm gonna have Arthur hex him, and then I'm gonna bust his kneecaps with my awesome. I can't play and I sound like I've got a fucking speech impediment.

This means war.


Arthur said he wouldn't hex him unless I gave him twenty bucks. I told him as my best friend he should feel obligated to defend my honor. He said that he'd be more than happy to defend my honor if I helped pay for gas. Ha. As if.


I think I failed my Economics test. Gonna have to see if Mattie will help me with extra credit. And by help I mean do.

A minute later

I just knocked on Matthew's door and got no answer so I texted him. And do you know what he said? He told me he was busy and to not wait up for him. This is beyond fishy. More later, I think Antonio got pizza.


I swear to god, the soccer team is full of freaks. Antonio is madly in love with his psycho roomie/team mate, Lovino, and I just know his brother Feliciano is having an affair with the new security guard. Which is, you know, really weird, but he always turns a blind eye when we play beer pong, so I guess it doesn't matter.

Matt still isn't back and it's like, 1 AM.

He is in so much trouble.

January 11th


Seriously. What. The. Fuck. That was so weird I DON'T EVEN KNOW.

So me and Arthur went to English first thing this morning, like we always do, and then we went to the DH to grab some breakfast. Well there we were, just minding our own business and eating our stale cereal and rubber eggs, when Braginski comes up to us and asks us if he can eat with us. Arthur looked at me and shook his head no, and I looked at Braginski and shook my head no, and you know what the fucker did? He sat down with us anyways!

"Nice weather, da?" he asked, being all stupid with his stupid accent and his stupid small talk and I really wanted to punch him in the face and see how he liked it, but picking a fight in the caf wouldn't have been the best idea so I didn't say anything, praying that if I pretended he wasn't there then he'd just go away.

Instead, he just kept on talkin. "It has come to my attention that you feel that your broken nose is somehow my fault," he said.

"Somehow your fault?" I asked. "You aimed for my face!"

"You had a clear shot to the basket. If you had been paying attention you could have easily caught it."

That's what he said to me. He actually had the nerve to come sit down with me and Artie and tell me it was my own damn fault that I got hurt. And then insult me on top of it all. Well, I didn't have to take that. So I grabbed Arthur and walked out like a pimp. Yeah.


I'm starving. I should have taken my breakfast with me. Arthur offered me some of his homemade death biscuits, but I'd rather be hungry than die.

I've got to sneak out in a minute. Francis said he'd help me study for my French quiz, but Arthur said I'm not allowed to "fraternize" with the enemy so to keep the peace I'm just gonna keep it on the DL.

Even though telling someone that they have big eyebrows really doesn't seem grounds to make an enemy out of them, but whatever.


Weirdest thing. When I went to Francis's room Matt was there. I didn't even know Matt had friends. Huh.

January 12th

Aced my French quiz. Still in a shit mood though. Game tonight. And of course Braginski's playing. I don't wanna talk about it.


We won. 95-70. I still don't want to talk about it.


Why does Braginski know where I live? How does Braginski know where I live? And more importantly, why is he sitting in our dorm? If Arthur thinks I'm coming out of my room he's crazy. I am not talking to that Russian freak until I figure out how to get back at him for hurting my beautiful face and fucking with my season.


Abjbsac fdefcv wtf. I can't even… What? Just… what?


No seriously. Did that just happen? I asked Arthur. He said it did.

I can't… I can't deal with this right now.

January 13th

So. Last night.

Last night was weird as fuck.

I refused to come out of my room, but Braginski refused to leave until I came out of my room. So after about a half an hour I finally gave in and went to see what he wanted.

And do you know what he did?

He was sitting there, all comfortable on our couch, flipping through the TV stations like he owned the place.

"Good game tonight, da?" he asked.

"I wouldn't know," I said, glaring at him from my doorway. There was no way in hell I was going to come any closer.

"I played very well tonight," he continued. (Conceited much?)

"If you say so."

And that's when he said it. He turned and looked at me, that creepy smile on his face, and said it:

"We are going to the movies tomorrow night."

What the fuck. Like hell we are. I'm switching his vodka with some cyanide.


Arthur said it's impossible to get a hold of cyanide, so I'm just going to have to settle for telling him no.


I told Matt what happened with Braginski. He actually asked me if I was going to go out with him. I asked him if he was crazy. He wanted to know if it was because Braginski was a guy. I said no, it was because he was a creepy vodka-loving, face-breaking weirdo.

AND a guy.

For some reason that made Matt really sad.

So then I asked him how he and his secret girlfriend were doing and he just mumbled something about a hockey game being on TV and then left.

Except there is no hockey game on right now. I checked.


So I found this really weird list in Arthur's English notebook. It's called "Reason's why Francis is a fairy."

I mean, I know Arthur believes in weird shit like that, but he's not allowed to make fun of me for believing in UFOs anymore.

It's also perfect blackmail material.


I just exploded so many zombie chickens and it was the best experience of my life. I love Saturdays.


Braginski is standing outside my door. Eefing Kiku let him him. He keeps saying it's time for our date. I fucking hate Saturdays.

A/N: Oh god I'm attempting something multi-chaptered. Wish me luck…