Dear Journal,

Today Norway sat across me at dinner. He kept glaring at me with those beautiful violet eyes of his. Why is he so damn sexy?! Oh! He's reading in the chair across the room from me, and he MOVED HIS HAND! That sexy hand. Hot hand. How I want to hold it…


Dear Diary,

Why is he watching me? I'll do something as simple as brush my hair out of my face, and he'll grin and start writing in his stupid diary…I'm one to talk. He probably thinks I'm reading right now.