Alrighty. Here is the next entry.
Dear Diary,
Alright. So Storm asked me to come over to his house. He said once I get there that he'll tkae me out somewhere. Not sure why he cna't just pick me up, though. Oh right. My brother would rip his face off. That's the reason.
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Alrighty. Here we are, my precious Diary. /knocking/
...Da heck? Did that door just open itself? Hah, it probably just wasn't completley closed. Wow. It' pretty interesting in here. Now where's Storm, huh? Where is he? Oh well. He's probably upstairs getting ready or something. Let's take a look around.
Y'know, it's really dark in here. I mean, after you close the front door there's no working lights. Just a bunch of candles. And there's quite a few coming from the living room. Want to check it out, Diary? You do? Great.
Oh my, that is one heck-a-beautiful couch. ...I wonder if it would fit in my bag /joking/. Probably not. Huh?
...Now I'm creeped out. There's this really strange wooden door next to the fireplace. I am SO going in there. I should prabably stop being so curious, though.
Alright. This is way to weird. Maybe I never should have even started dating Storm, EVER. Ah crud. Growling behind me.
"Gabby. What on
Earth are you doing down here?"
Sincerley, Gabby