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OMG, no your eyes aren't decieving you, I have finally decided to finish this chapter draft and finally posted! yes I know I have been away for a while, but I've took a break and I've been on dA recently focusing on other types of art [ www.xxlilokaxx.deviantart.com ] If anyone's interested. Anyway hope you enjoy this!

Chapter 7

The sun shone brightly through the windows. I opened my eyes, blinking repetitvely in a poor attempt to wipe away the sleep from my eyes. I looked around, seeing Ryan; still asleep and smiled. I stretched my whole body and turned over on my other side to face the rest of the room. I sat up getting out of bed heading to the bathroom. I stood infront of the mirror, with my hands leaning on the sink. I looked up, and stood there, behind me was Ryan.

"I didn't hear you get up" :me smiling as he put his arms around me.

"Hm-" :Ryan kissing my neck.

"What do you think we're doing today?" :me

"Well... knowing the boys back at home... I have no idea, but I'm sure it'll be good," :Ryan

"Yeah... this place is amazing!" :me looking around the rooms I could see.

Ryan moved from behind me and staggered back into the bedroom to get ready. A wash later I joined him, and I walked up to the wardrobe.

"What do you think I should wear today?" :me pulling everything I could see out.

"Well, you look beautiful to me in anything, so I don't really mind" :Ryan smiling.

"Thankyou... but that wasn't really what I was looking for" :me looking at him, slightly amused. How could I be angry or sarcastic with someone who loved me for me? and someone who is as cute as that?

'Knock-Knock'

"I'll get it!" :Ryan getting up, to answer the door; only half dressed.

"Morning, sir... Madame" :Diallo with a smile on his face.

"Oh, morning" :Ryan slightly surprised.

"There are plans already set out for you today, reservations by whom the name refers to a someone called Brendon Urie" :Diallo with a slight confused tone towards the end.

"Ah yes! He's one of band members" :Ryan with a huge smile.

"Oh, I didn't know you were in a band" :Diallo giving Ryan a slightly evil look.

-"Who is it darling?" :me shouting from inside the bedroom.

"Di-" :Ryan began.

"It's only me. Diallo" :Diallo cutting off Ryan, as he pushed past into the front room of the appartment.

I walked into the living room, bumping into Diallo in the door way.

"O-" :me backing away.

"Just to let you know, there are arrangements for todays' activities." :Diallo

"What are we doing?" :me sounding eager.

 "Well firstly there is a small cruise tour around the Island, all meals included-" :Diallo being cut off.

"Wow, doesn't that sound nice Ryan?! - Ryan...?" :me looking around. Diallo seemed a bit pissed he had been cut off and I wasn't paying attention anymore, however I was too busy wondering where the hell Ryan had got to.

"Erm; I think he went out onto the balcony" :Diallo, still pissed.

"Oh..." :me, returning my attention [finally] towards Diallo, as he continued.

"On the tour you will be taken to a number of markets on the island, which each sell different items, like you wouldn't believe. There is also a town square with exquisite cuisine, and souvenir shops for your friends back home" :Diallo taking a pause to breathe.

"Wow, well after this holiday I'm sure we're going to need to find something extremely good to thank them for this. I mean- look at this place, it's gorgeous! The view... is just astronomical": me still amazed by my surroundings.

Ryan walked back in, now half dressed looking straight at Diallo.

"Are you still here?" :Ryan said coldly.

"Err-" :Diallo looking at Ryan, and then at me.

"Ryan!" :I said sharply, throwing him a quick glance.

"Erm, no he's right, I'd better be going. Things to do! I hope you enjoy your holiday Mrs Ross." :Diallo turning to leave. I followed him to the door, slightly kicking Ryan on the way.

"Mrs Ross, Mr Ross" :Diallo's final words before leaving the room.

I turned, sharply, staring right at Ryan.

"What the hell was that for?!" :me yelling.

"What?!" :Ryan, acting shocked.

"You know what. What is your problem with  Diallo? I mean, you couldn't have been any ruder, and since when do you walk around with no top on, especially when we're not even at home!" :me shouting louder and louder.

"I'm sorry, but I just don't like him and as for trusting him... forget it!" :Ryan

"Why? He's done nothing to you." :me now getting confused, but still angry.

"Look, just trust me on this, stay away from him. And have you seen the way that dude looks at you?! The dude almost drools!" :Ryan walking towards me.

I stood rigid to the floor, thinking as I spaced out through the huge doors, glued to the view outside. I allowed myself to encaved in Ryan's arms as heplaced them around, relaxing my head onto his chest to feel his warm and gently heartbeat. This wasn't like Ryan to not like someone, especially not this much.

This is in reply to one of my bestest buddies, MrsRgrr [robyn].
I've noticed in her last journal, she's kinda upset and with her actions lately... she's not been herself. [yes I'm talking about you; if you're reading this :P]
It seems we're all falling apart at the time we most need each other and the time we most need to stay the sanest. GCSEs suck!! *ahem* anyways...
Robyn, coming from me, one of your closest friends who know you on and off Buzznet and every other website I talk to you  on [if there is anymore]. Well you wanna know my opinions about you... good and bad? well here goes.

Good
1) you are a fucking awesome friend and probably one of the best I will EVER have in my entire life.
2) you want to be remembered? Well living in Germany, New Zealand, England or the US you'll always be a part of me, and will always be remembered.
3) I know you'll always be there, no matter how long the drop I've fallen from, or how long it'll take for me to fall. I mean... how many times have you caught me?
4) You are definately a person I can trust. How much do you know about me and yada yada [not exactly expanding on Buzznet]
5) You're loyal.
6) You're intelligent. No offense to retards but your conversation SUCKS at times. :)
7) You're interesting and definatly different. I know you said you're scared about being different, but being the same is so... BAAAAAAAAAAAA. I mean you complain when someone buys similar clothes to you! Be different... learn to adapt to the different groups around you. No groups ever stay the same as we've recently discovered, no matter how close they are. Trust me, you are HIGHLY unlikely to ever be rejected, cuz of your sheer awesomeness! Anyone who does reject you, need a kick up the ass and a reality check, and hey! it's their loss.
8) etc. I'd type out all your good points, but I don't want to be typing for the rest of my life [no offense, yes you're worth the time but this journal needs to be moving on]

Bad
1) You're very sarcastic at times. Yes most of it is when you're trying to hide personal feelings, but sometimes it hurts. [It's also your biggest tell-tale sign of when something's up]
2) It sometimes feels that you're not very accepting of people who don't interest you. [if that makes any sense]. Like Sam's group...
3) Sometimes you come across a bit too snobbish... like with the River Jeans thing... I said I wouldn't pay £25 for A pair of jeans and you said 'Well I pay up to about £35 ...'
4) You're a very closed person at times. Nobody is happy all the time and we know that. You put on a fake smile when there's no need to, just to please everybody else. CRY for god sake! It's human nature!
5) You're a people pleaser... which does sound daft being in the bad section, but don't be a Maria [french]. Fuck the people who don't have a life and don't see your awesomeness.. like I said before, it's their loss and their problem.
6) You don't use your friends for the things we need to be used for. Even in your Random 8 Fact thing-majiggie you admitted that we don't know everything [we need to know] about you. Fine, We can't know exactly everything about each other. Even for my counsellor, she discovers a new side to me nearly every session. Probably like you, I think if someone knew everything about me... they wouldn't like me. But catch us and we'll catch you.


Being different - isn't all that bad. Change, adapt, you're going to... we all are. Don't be scared of changing... I mean in jobs you have to move on with the times. Changing yourself can be a good thing. Some people are going to like and some people aren't. Nobody can please everybody... not even Bill Gates with his Mega Microsoft applications. As for growing up, well I spose everyone gets scared about that sometimes. When I was in primary school, I thought that was it... and I would never get to High school... and well... here I am. [okay yes I am on a computer and not at school right at this moment ... stupid filters ¬-¬ but anyway]. Scared of getting old... I think we all fear that. Getting old... is getting closer to the end. And as for dying, look at it as to the gate way of no pain or suffering. Now I sound like a Bible basher... O__O
As for being a damn good mother, hell yeah that's true. But your life isn't going to revolve around 3-4 kids! you have way too much intelligence for that kind of job, even though I've heard it's one of the hardest but still, not alot of pay. I mean that's fine if you want kids... but travel and make anything you want of your life. As far as we know, you only have one so make the most of it. I know you kinda spak at me for planning ahead, but it's not that I want to move away from all of you as soon as possible and that I hate England so much. It has you, it doesn't suck that bad. I don't know why I want to live in Germany, and I have no idea why I've been looking up apartments ... rather random. But I want to travel and I know I'm a lazy fucker, so if I do the research now and start early, it gives me more UMPH to get off my arse. It's a Libbie thing, I don't get it either. But what can I say, I like to be organised (: and have you seen Munich at Christmas and German festivals... they do NOT do things by halves!! they have a festival EVERY month somehwere in Germany. I mean... they have a CHILLI festival, wth can you celebrate about a CHILLI!!?? and anyway...
In completion of my journal, the conclusion goes as follows.
Robyn Maria Faith Burns; I love you as much as a friend can love a friend and I mean NOTHING can ever change that. Unless you turn into an evil bitch which will only happen in about the year 2498... and I won't be alive then, so I won't care. In my last journal before I died, in the message I sent to you in that on msn, I meant every word I typed.  When I was actually suicidal, that would have been my way of saying goodbye, before I would have actually done anything.
Robyn... you rock... and don't ever forget it, even when I'll be in Munich, I'll never forget it. And well just think if you ever want to holiday in Germany... FREE HOTEL!! woo!! :D - Same goes for Becky and Tom too!

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And now for becky, don't think you got away with it either. You rock too! and I know you're kinda going through it all at the moment, but no matter what we're all friends! And for god sake...
WE NEED TO DO MORE FUCKING STUFF TOGETHER!!!! Robyn.. your sister does not need your hand to go to potty... and I don't have money either... it's called creep up to your mum and dad. You're lucky theres two money sources in your house ^-^ and Becky, just cause Tom's not going, doesn't mean you can't go. And if you show Tom this... me, Robyn & Becky need Girly days out! We do not need constant conversations about periods and sex.... just cause you aint getting any of either doesnt mean you have to make up for it with conversation. We do NOT care about which tampons 'her' mum uses, thanks for the info.. but next time... please keep the details to YOURSELF. it would be muchly appreciated. But anyways... love you both!! xoxo

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Jesus this journal wasn't sposed to be this long O_O bugger... well at least it ain't one fat comment. Anyways... Loving all my friends for now and forever... no matter where I finally decide to live!