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Sunday, July 8, 2012

Amelia's Diary

Hey Everyone,

I thought I would do something fun today. Hope you enjoy Amelia's diary.

Dear Diary,

Before I start, you need to know that Angelle has completely lost her mind. Over the last week, she had made it her mission to keep Mitch and I from fighting, but today she went too far.

It all started this morning. Eric and I met in the kitchen for our usual run and of course, before we left Mitch, and I had our daily argument about my running. He tried to tell me he didn’t think I should be out. That it wasn’t safe, but I know he’s still jealous of how much time I spend with Eric.

I think the fight pushed Angelle over the edge because she broke down in a soggy mess of tears and screamed, “You guys are going to end up just like me!” and then she rushed out of the kitchen.

I know I should have gone after her, but instead I blew it off. I couldn’t deal with the drama that early in the morning. Not before my run so I left with Eric.

The house was quiet when we got back, and that should have been my first hint that something was up. It’s Saturday and usually the gang would be waiting in the kitchen for me to get back. We would have breakfast and plan out the day. But everyone was gone.

I went off to my room for a shower, and that’s where I found the note. It was from Mitch, or so I thought, telling me he needed my help in the dungeon.

That probably should have been the second hint. Mitch knows how much I hate that place, and if I had stopped and thought about it, I would have realized he would never ask me to go down there. Maybe it was that knowledge that made me panic, because I took off running, surely something was wrong.

As soon as I opened the steel doors to the horrid dungeon they slammed shut behind me, and I heard the clicking of locks. I pounded my fist on the door screaming for someone to help me. After about 10 minutes of this Angelle yelled at me, telling me that she wasn’t letting us out until we figured out how to be nice to each other.

At that time, I thought I would kill her for this, and if I didn’t, surely Mitch would. I even said as much to her, but she just laughed and told me this was for the best, and he would understand.

I really don’t think I had ever been that mad before but all that anger melted away when I heard Mitch’s voice and his velvety chuckle. He quickly reminded me that there was no point in wasting time trying to open the door. It was vampire proof, so I wouldn’t be able to open it, and he had already tried.

When I finally gave up and followed him down the steps I was floored. Angelle had really been working on this. The scary torture room was beautiful. All the crazy devises removed, candles lit, rose petals covered the floor. It was amazing.

And the best part about it was, it worked. Mitch and I had an awesome day. We talked. We kissed. We fought. And then we made up, and man was that fun. I could spend the rest of my life kissing that man.

Angelle finally let us out after just over 7 hours and not that I’ll ever tell her this, but I kinda wish she hadn’t. I had forgotten how much I loved him and today was a wonderful reminder of how great we are together. When we aren’t fighting the bond, life is perfect. I wonder how long that will last. I guess I will just have to wait and see.

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