[Author's Note- His handwriting.

Her handwriting.]

Disclaimer- This diary entry solely belongs to the most renowned owners, Gab and Math. Although its password protected still, no one (except us) is allowed to peek into its contents as they are purely confidential. If our privacy is breached then the consequences will be brutal, mind you!

Fiinnneee... This blockhead suggested to write our real names because according to him, our nicknames sounded gay. I'll just write them for his sake, in case he suffers from memory loss. ;)

Our labels tags--

Gabriel Keating &

Mathilda Sparks.

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#Entry 1

Remember, I'm doing this stupid, girly shit for you and you only. I wouldn't have done it for anyone else even if it were at the cost of my possible girlfriends or sister. You better pay me back with atleast fifty tickets of spa treatments.

And, give me Angie's phone number while you are at it. ;)

• March 1995 (Sorry but my brain doesn't have a healthy relationship with dates XD)

There was this ma'am who taught us speech when I was studying in acting school. This madam was special to me because she was the only teacher who didn't liked me. She was never satisfied with my performance. Well that was understandable too. Jealousy is certainly a bitch. 😜

Anyway that day we were having a test. I wasn't good in learning lines but I did my best and delivered the dialogues from Othello. Instead of praising me for improvement, I was insulted. Insults about not being good enough, not being worthy at all. That was a piece of encouragement right there. I couldn't stand being humiliated in front of the class so I walked out while excusing myself to the toilet.

My blood was boiling. I didn't know where exactly I was heading to, but then, I came across a pond in the clearing and decided to sit under a tree. As I gathered the surrounding with my eyes, I caught a dark red haired girl at a distance, crouching besides the edge of the pond. It took me a few more seconds to realize that she was making paper boats. That act alone made me laugh. I mean, no offence Mathilda, but paper boats? Seriously? My apologies. You see, the nineteen year old me wasn't aware of the five year old child in you at that time.

I had nothing better to do anyway so I continued to watch you as you tried to float the paper boat but it soaked, each and every time. The disappointment was clearly evident in your face but no, that couldn't stop you from wasting more papers. It seemed you had surplus of free time in your hands. You tore yet another paper from your poor notebook, folded it into a boat only to let it drown once more. I could have gone there to help you but I didn't want to, sorry. I was merely a spectator, rewinding a broken recorder in hopes that it will get mended.

And you did, before I could die myself of boredom, thank God. After what felt like your twelfth try, you finally managed to sail the boat. It sailed for a good few seconds until it drowned but that was inevitable. Even I was smiling when I witnessed that. I craned my head to catch a glimpse of your expression. Your midnight eyes were shining as if they witnessed a miracle while your lips were twitched so wide, I was afraid your mouth would fall off your face. You looked so funny I swear.

Nonetheless, that smile saved my day.

I got up right then and left with a smile of my own. You cheered me up, even without realizing it. Here's your favorite reward as a thanks. 🍰

So yeah, yo..u might not be aware of this until now but, but that was wh..en I first met... Look, I'm starting to get really, really sleepy. Here you are in your bed sleeeeping like a chimpanzee while leaving me here to wri..te shitty diary. Enough.

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#Entry 2

See, I told you, this diary exchange would be beneficial for us. I got to know something which I never knew. You are such a sneaky brat, stalking me like a creep. Remind me why girls like you again? PS- Origami happens to be one of my hobbies, in case you forgot. Back to the topic. When did I met you, huh? Now, I've seen you in the campus many times, especially at the cafeteria during recess. You would mostly order hot dogs and burgers, and eat them with your classmates. We would sometimes, exchange glances but that was the extent to our non- existent relationship. That's all I knew.

Until that audition changed everything.

September 1995,

Everyone in the school was escalated when Mr Johnson, one of the renowned directors from the Paramount pictures had come to LA, in our not- so- little acting school, to hold auditions. He wanted to cast the main lead as well as few more teens. The story was based off a famous trilogy series-- Thorns and Roses. It was a fantasy romance.

The audition was tough as hell. However I was selected in the top 20. (I had to, thanks to my acting skills) So were you. The director had to choose six actors out of us. Rumors had it that you were most likely to be chosen as the main character, Drew. Since time was running out, they decided to let us act in pairs.

When you and I were paired off for the audition, I think that was our first proper meet.

I recall how silent we were, as we were standing behind the stage, waiting for our turn. We kept watching other contestants from the sidelines. It was then you opened your mouth and said to me-- "Man, I'm nervous. Are you?"

I looked at you and realized that maybe I had misjudged you a little. I always thought of you as a narcissist so when you said that to me, I was a little taken aback. We then shared a small talk about auditions and everything in between. Soon it was our chance to perform.

We were given some lines directly from the book itself. Thank God, I had read the first book beforehand. The heroine Diana, had a weak body but was fierce, short tempered and confident. We enacted as we were told to, and I had a gut feeling that we had performed well. Although my hopes got shattered when the director suddenly told us to stop, right in the middle of our performance. I was pulled out from the trance as a result of which, I began to fear. Fear of being rejected. I took a deep breath and braced myself for the worst but then someone shoved me from behind. I turned behind to find you with a goofy smile on your face. You told me not to worry and like a magic spell my worries drew away.

That day it was your smile that saved me.

All my worries were for naught, it seems. Mr Johnson's intention wasn't to eliminate us. He simply stopped us to assign us a different scene. That scene was his favorite part of the book and he wanted us to play out. He seemed very enthusiastic for some reason. We did our part again, except for the kiss part which wasn't needed at the moment. At the end of the performance, the judges clapped and complimented us for the same.

"What the heck was that?" I asked you after our performance.

"I think I have an idea what it was-" you said, smirking and took a step closer so that we were out of hearing range, "guess what, paper boat girl, we are going to star in the main cast of the movie. Congratulations!" You said, extending your hand for a shake.

"Let's hear from him first," I replied, still unsure. It could have been a possibility, yes, but I wanted to be sure about it first. I watched other performances while wondering why the heck you called me a paper boat girl. Guess I don't need to know that now.

Turns out your hunch was indeed right. Mr Johnson secretly called us out, telling that he finally found what he was looking for but didn't announce it because he had to comply by the rules of the audition and give everyone a chance and that, he needed to select other roles as well. Our selection was pretty much set on stone.

The next few days turned out be overwhelming, to the point that I was starting to doubt the reality before me. Getting selected, my family and friends throwing a big party for me, meeting dozens of new people, signing deals-- As if I was suddenly stranded off to a beautiful island, with a condition to survive by myself. I couldn't help, getting nervous but I shoved it off by forcing a smile. I stole a glance at you and noticed your face trying to mask your own fear. It felt like I had seen my own reflection. It made me realize that I wasn't the only one. You were there too, when we won, when we had signed off the deal, the time of our first shooting. I realized that we had to survive in that beautiful island together. That island, otherwise known as Hollywood.

7th November 1995- 28th April 1996.

See, I clearly remember this. The day when our shooting for 'Thorns and Roses' part 1, started to the day when it ended. Our days got packed between shooting and schooling. It's like I couldn't breathe on my own. At first it was difficult, but gradually we began to adjust. It's funny how we always seem to complain about something whenever we talked amongst ourselves. Like we had nothing else to talk about. You can even call it our dirty little secret but strangely, that was how our bizarre friendship started.

It only escalated from that night when we went out for a late night movie. You told me to enjoy living in the wild since we'll be chained after our movie goes public. That night was special because I felt like I got to know the person beyond that goofy smile. Not that you were a lonely person inside or anything. It's just that people portrayed you to be so perfect that they often failed to realize you were human who made mistakes. That's what you told me but honestly, I never saw you as a perfectionist. You were so relieved to hear that. It made me happy too.

"I think we are going to be very, very good friends, Mathilda." Those were your parting words as we left.

Apparently, it seemed like both of us were holding on to it. We would spend time with each other, a little bit more than others. I made many friends there but I was mostly acquainted with you. It wasn't surprising when people from the studio started getting the suspicious lovey- dovey vibes from our relationship. I mean we were so loving, right? Guess they forgot the difference between acting and reality haha! You don't seem to have a funny bone in your body Gab. I don't know why you got mad when the whole linking up situation seemed so hilarious. You should learn a thing or two from me.

I'll make this short now. In those six months while shooting for the movie, I had the kind of experience that would carry on with me throughout the lifetime. Both professionally and emotionally. I learned many things and realized I had to learn so much more. I made so many friends. I had a great time with Silvia, George, Miles (Even though he was a douchebag), Lena and you. Mr Johnson was strict but patient with us too. Shit, I got carried away. I'm not supposed to be rambling about me haha! Anyways, I loved acting as Diana the most, like she was a part of me. And I think this Diana was happy to act with a Drew like you.

So that takes us to the present.

I think that was enough for now. Your turn Gab. No need to hurry. You can take your time and write whenever you feel comfortable but do not keep this diary for more than a month. If failed to do so then I'll send your baby pictures to the press. And not the regular ones, sweetheart, oh no! The ones which has a naked three year old you and the ones which has you wetting the bed. Your parents were kind enough to give them to me though I couldn't for the world understand, why they clicked such photos in the first place.

Good luck. 👍 😉😉

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#Entry 3

People are blind. Ask why? Because they fail to see the demon behind that angelic face of yours. Only I'm aware of your little, dirty secret. Just you wait, Mathilda. One day I'm going to prove the world wrong and destroy you bit by bit. 👿👿

All the things you stated above were true but you forgot to mention few things, dear. Like the time when we were first told to kiss for the scene. You embarrassed the hell out of yourself by your horrible kissing skills. Your nervousness was so blatantly obvious that Johnson was left with no option but to postpond the scene. Later I found you bawling in a room because you disappointed everyone. Two days later, the six of us were having a pajama party. We were playing truth and dare at midnight and Miles challenged you to kiss either him or me. I admit he provoked you in a wrong sense by calling you inappropriate names but he provoked you alright. That scene was still etched into my head. The way you pulled my head to yours with your hands and kissed me like no tomorrow. I admit I was stunned at first but then I responded back just as fiercely, with the collective hoots of our friends playing at the background. "Girl, where were you hiding back then?" "That was some sport, alright." Our friends commented while you looked at me, probably thinking if I was being weird.

My answer will be, no, I wasn't. I simply smirked back at you and told you to knock the shit out of everyone tomorrow.

Okay, fineee, it did feel a teeny bit weird afterwards but it wasn't butterflies, I assure you. You did too, you know. We barely talked the next day but it was just the hesitation of kissing a Co- star for the first time. We just had to get past that initial stage. It was all good from then on and we managed to surprise others with our hot and sizzling chemistry. 😉😉

Also, you should give the poor guy some credit. Miles did it for your benefit you know. He told me that himself.

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Entry #5

What did you say in that Star show interview, again? "It's not what it looks like although there's always more to what it seems." What the fuck does that mean? Do you have any idea what you sold off to the media? As if the rumors weren't enough, now they are only going to link us more. Great! Keep doing this and Rosie will eventually break up with me. She misunderstands us already, her deranged mind will prick even further with this little piece of information. You better make up for this shit, Math otherwise I'll come and put a permanent duct tape on your mouth. (Even if that kind of duct tape doesn't exist I'll make sure to manufacture one, exclusively for you)

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Entry #7

January, 1997.

Today was the happiest day of my life, huh? You bet I was. I felt like I was at the top of the world when I received, not one, but two Hollywood awards. One for Debut actor and another for best actor. What more of an achievement could it be?

Well there was more, and that was to grab those fucking trophies together. Forget winning for the best actress, you didn't even won the Debut actress award. You deserved much more than being nominated. I couldn't understand why when your role was well received amongst the masses. I was probably more disappointed than you. Those awards didn't hold value for me because Drew was never complete without his Diana. It was like winning a race with no one to compete against you. I'm sorry Mathilda. I tried, I really tried but I couldn't be happy knowing that my best friend didn't receive her first dose of happiness she so fucking deserved. We debuted it together, so it's obvious we shall win it together. End of story.

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Entry #8

March, 1997.

"And the IRSA award for the best onscreen couple of the year, goes to-- Yes, I can hear you loud and clear people. The award goes to GABRIEL KEATING AND MATHILDA SPARKS FOR GUNS AND ROSES!!

Sorry but- JHGTKFJRRKLJD, SAY WHAT? OMG, ARHKYKBDSHSVH DJCWUCD... *Irregular scribbling*

Okay, I think I'm fine now.

I think I let out a very unladylike noise because my emotions were all over the place. I was squealing, I was crying, I was laughing while hugging you all the same. (I knew that because I watched myself in the video afterwards.) I liked how you draped an arm around me on the stage, telling the audience how you predicted us to win together and claimed yourself as a fortuneteller while I warned everyone not to believe this liar. I pinched your cheeks and Fred, the host, commented of how sickly sweet we were together.

I felt like puking urrgh!

So now as you promised, you shall book tickets to the Trojan football match that will be held on Memorial Coliseum next Friday. No excuses and no compromises.

Love you and take care. 😘

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Entry #9

Hold up, woman! Promise? I'm not a man of promises. In which day, time and place did I declared such a statement? Oh wait, I know...

In your dreams 😉

PS- Your ticket is attached at the center of this diary. Please nurture it with care.

PSS- Please don't wear that Chanel perfume. It stinks my nose. 😠

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Entry #14

October, 1997.

Okay, so I probably lied to you and I'm sorry about that but, here's your answer--

Yes, yes and yes!

Yes, I love Miles. Yes, I'm having an affair with him and yes, I was with him during that night, playing lock and key with our naked bodies.

I know you'd be mad for keeping this a secret but try to be in my shoes, alright. You often used to tease me whenever I badmouthed Miles in the past. When I did complimented him, then also you made fun of me. Things have changed ever since the ending of the second movie. I'd be humiliated if you would have made fun of me after knowing this. Because this is serious Gab. It took me a whole lot of self motivation to admit my feelings for a guy who I loathed initially. I love him.

I know I don't need to say this but I hope you support my decision. I'm sorry once again.

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Entry #15

Fuck, this is not done Mathilda. I tell you e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g-- From every damn hookup to women I wanna marry and inject my sperms to. You goddamn lied to my face when I asked you during the shooting. If you don't tell me then how will it be right for me to be your 'Best man' in your wedding, huh! Don't hide anything from me again. (Okay, you can spare the details of your sex life. I'm not too fond of knowing that.)

So I'm not going to lie. I WOULD HAVE made fun of you. Sorry, its just imagining you two together makes my muscles tickle. I advice not to buy a home together because it wouldn't be a home but a box of rubble and broken vases.

I bet the room will probably stink of sex, urghh!

But then, I would have kissed your forehead and wished for an everlasting happiness Because I love to see you happy. It makes me happy. 😊

And no, you didn't need to say this. I'll support you even if you decided to marry a pig. 😉😉

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Entry #21

August, 1999.

I'm not going to miss you, Gab. I won't even miss Drew and Diana or even our crew for that matter. And I'll especially not miss this ridiculous Gun and Roses series.

Fuck, just who am I kidding to? Gabriel, please come here and hug me. I can't take this anymore!

I was crying in my room for don't know how long. The third part of GAR was so intense and now its over. I'm glad for so many things, especially for Madison Rue for writing this awesome novel and Mr Johnson for recruiting us that day. In these three years and four months, I've grown to like the crew so much. We were like a huge, sappy family. Especially our gang. The logical part of me is actually glad it's over because I'll get the opportunity for other movies. I'm already getting a few offers you see. While the emotional part of me wishes to continue on forever. Its like leaving school all over again. I know we had farewell parties and all but I'm not good with farewells. Especially not with people leaving me. Everyone will get busy in their lives. Even Miles. Gosh, I'll miss him so, so much. And I'll miss Silvia, George, Lena, Mr Johnson, Mr Parker, That yellow teeth- flashing cameraman... OK, I'll stop otherwise I'll end up finishing the pages of the diary with my depressing rant.

I don't know if you feel this way but I've become quite habitual of us acting together. I hope we get a chance to act together again, I really do. If not, then that's okay too.

But I really hope we can stay homies our whole lives. This diary will help us too. I hope we can make it, Gab. I trust you and I love you.

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Entry #24

December, 1999.

I wonder what people see that we aren't able to see in us haha! I mean we won the best couple award, three times in a row. Either they didn't watch that many movies or maybe the people who voted for us are mostly readers of GAR. Not that I'm not happy but if I keep getting awards, I feel like I'm going to fall more in love with myself which won't do too good for my mentality. But you know what made me more happy. You! Yes, you! First of all, I'm extremely happy that you won the award for the best actress of the year. You don't know how proud you made me when you stood there at the stage like it was made for you to walk on. Did I tell how beautiful you looked in that bloody red dress? I swear, you looked ten times hotter than any of my exes and that's saying something.

You knew I was going through a rough patch with my breakup that I haven't gotten over to (I still miss her goddammit) and my recent brawl with that jackass. I was constantly behaving like a snobby little bitch but you, my sweetheart, tell me where have you stored so much patience? Give me some of it, please. You didn't give a rat's ass about my attitude and stayed by my ugly side. (Partially because I'm almost never angry at you, don't know why)

Just know that I love you. I love you so goddamn much that I could probably kiss you (on the cheek ofc) a hundred times, offer ten thousand roses and sail a million paper boats for you.

Thank you for coming to my life. For being my Diana and for being my bestie Mathilda.

PS- One of these days, I'm gonna gift you a Ferrari. No if's and buts, okay? I'll gift you and we are gonna ride that baby together.

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Entry #26

July, 2000.

Another one.

😜😜

I hoped your lips twitched up, atleast a little after reading this. Come on, these jokes weren't that bad. And I'm sorry in advance but I only have non- veg jokes in my Nokia. Spare my innocent friends please.

Just sending you this diary to let you know that I'm mostly a call away and you are not alone because there might be ghosts crawling from their deathbed, coming for you. I don't know how to comfort a person but just know that I'll be there whether you need me or not. Don't let your breakup, break your life. You are much more than that self- absorbed prick.

I'll surely drop by your house this weekend or next week and bring dozens of pizzas for you.

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Entry #43

April, 2003.

I'm disappointed in you.

Its funny how people who are the closest to you or who want to be close to you, are the ones who don't trust you. See the error in this statement. Why? Because that rarely happens. Is it our fault that your wife has insecurities she carries with her like her Louis Vuitton bag? Is it our fault that people suspect us, get jealous of us? Is it your fault that she doesn't trust you even after you've declared your love for thousand times now.

Not at all!

I don't know why few people can't get over the fact that we are best friends just because we are genders of the opposite sex. My family too. They straight up, wait for me to ring your finger despite knowing about your marriage.

I get it, you know. You must have tried to convince Velocity countless times. You must have fought for me. Hell, you might have broken up with her a few more times before giving up. Why? Because you didn't want to lose me as much as I do.

And yet, I'm disappointed.

She's not worth it, you know. She doesn't deserve a person who's willing to give up anything for her. She doesn't deserve you, Gabriel. I'm not telling you that just because of me. You won't understand it now anyway. You never did. You'll get it when the barrier that's blinding your eyes will fall and you'll be able to see the real side of her. The manipulative one.

You are going to regret it, one day. I don't want that to happen to you but you will regret it.

Anyways, this is my last note and I know you wanted me to keep this diary but I'm giving it to you. I'm sorry but I can't keep something so precious that holds no meaning now. It's upto you to decide. You are free to burn it to ashes or tear the papers for all I care. I won't blame you for that. Just like how I'm not blaming you for what you are doing to me. To us.

Thank you, Gabriel. Thanks for making me feel like shit. For making me feel worse than breaking up with my exes. For making me hate myself for loving you too much. Grateful that our relationship will be nothing but business from now on.

Just remember, I'm going to hate you for the rest of my life.

Bye and be happy always.

Your beloved Diana.

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How is it, guys? This is the first time I've written a story in Diary form. If you carefully notice the diary entry number, few have been skipped. Did you like Gabriel and Mathilda? Vote and Comment.

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