Hi again!! Just so you know - my cowriter for this, Sreed09, is amazing :) That is all 

Mitch = ME AGAIN :-P 
Scott = Sarah (the most amazing person on the planet) 

Italics = Mitch's entries 
Bold= Scotts

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Mitch was in a wonderful mood. Mr. Perfect had looked extra delicious that morning and while they'd barely spoken (surprise), he still felt like he was making progress with his dream man. Well, as much progress as you can make with with a gorgeous stranger who is ridiculously out of your league and already has a Calvin Klein model for a boy toy. So maybe he was a little delusional, but his fantasies and dreams (day and night) gave him just a bit of happiness in the hectic whirlwind of work/class/homework/study/repeat. He hadn't seen his obsessions boyfriend as of late, but he'd come in once or twice. Those days were always a little bit of a blow to his confidence, but still, a boy could dream right?

Anyway, so his beautiful muse was extra perfect that morning, skeezy Jon was nowhere in sight and he'd aced his first big exam. The world was a happy place. He and Kirstie celebrated with more sugar than the human body should consume and loads of gossip until it was time to call it a night.

Imagine that feeling when he opened up his journal to log the day and realized it suddenly had comments on it.

His first response was sheer panic. He nearly deleted the entire thing out of immediate gut reaction, but after the first initial terror and mortification had passed, curiosity got the best of him. Had skeezy Jon gotten hold of his laptop? Had someone hacked his account?!

When it finally hit him and he realized it was the result of his own stupidity he let his forehead fall onto his desk next to his laptop.

You idiot! Now some stranger thinks you're a whack job! Ok, maybe you ARE a whack job ... or maybe you just NEED a whack job...

He pouted as he stared at the screen, simultaneously vilifying and cursing the person who had violated his privacy. Of course he'd sent them a wonderfully convenient invitation to his personal thoughts, but that didn't make it ok to just open it and read it!

You would have done the same thing, you hypocrite.

That thought didn't seem to make it better.

As he read through the comments, he couldn't help but smile or roll his eyes in response to the stranger's words. A few snorts and out loud comments later and he wondered what to do next. 

Did he reply? Did he just unshare the document with said stranger? 

For some reason he didn't really want to. It was like getting advice from Dear Abby or whatever the hell it was these days... it was still an anonymous stranger. Sure they went to the same school if they had the same .edu email server, but he didn't know who it was. Seemed a bit like a girl, but he knew it had to be a boy. His mama had gone on and on about her perfect little boy, he just wished he could have seen him. If his comments were any indication then he was definitely into the male species and Mitch could get into that (as long as he wasn't skeezy Jon. He didn't think so, the vocabulary was a bit advanced for a neanderthal ... he just hoped he wasn't wrong.) Well, whoever it was was at least nice about his whininess. They were kinda funny too. Besides, they didn't know who he was. Well, he had said he worked in the bookstore, and they'd obviously been in before but ... somehow it was still ok. 

Maybe he could use this to his advantage.

He chewed on his lip, praying that he wasn't making a huge mistake. After a few deep breaths he made a decision and let his fingers just start typing.

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First of all... hi? I'd introduce myself but I think you already know quite enough about me. 

Sorry you ended up here in my journal. I know it's not the most exciting place in the world, but it's honest if that counts for something.

I'm still not really sure what to do about you. Part of me wants to get you out of my head immediately, but the other part thinks you're really funny and clever.  While your advice isn't exactly helpful (I mean, really... you think I should just go for the flawless specimen that is Mr. Perfect when he's a 10 and I'm a 6 on my best day. You also forgot Mr. Perfect's not quite but almost perfect 8.5 of a boyfriend. I'm not even a thought in his mind)  I still enjoyed reading it. 

It's almost like having another friend, y'know? 

Oh God. I sound beyond pathetic. I swear I'm not quite as lonely as all that. Alright, maybe I am a little.  I'm just away from home and all of my friends and I guess my shyness is sometimes seen as standoffish or unapproachable. I don't know. I just kinda have trouble connecting with people.

I guess what I'm saying is ... if you wanna stick around in my head then.. I'm ok with that. I think. If you don't want to and you want to run far far away then that's ok too. Thanks for at least being kind about my mistake.  If you had been someone else this could have been a disaster of epic proportions.  

So, I guess I'll just keep writing like usual? 

I wonder if I should ask for your name? No. I 'm not sure that I wanna know. Maybe I'll name you. Let's see... how about Bastian? I've always wanted to date a guy named Bastian. Just sounds sexy and cultured. Ok, maybe that's not quite right. Lets see.... I think I'll call you... Sam. I like that name. Sounds hot, ambiguous... could be anything or anyone. Sam. I like it.

:)

9/25/15

It's been a weird day. Alright, it's been mostly a wonderful day. Mr. Perfect looked good enough to eat (or lick... or all of the above :) ) today and I actually managed to say something this time. Ok, it was just to warn him that the protein bar he was about to purchase was disgusting and he should buy the other brand... but it was STILL progress. It's not my fault that that smile of his is so perfect that I can't think straight when he aims it my way. 

 He's been spending more time in the store lately, checking out the different snacks and things we offer. You won't hear this girl complain. It gives me much more ogling time.

He was wearing a Beyoncé shirt again today. Y'know... I have all of these clever things to say in my head, things I've carefully planned and thought out, but when he's in front of me it all just kind of goes poof and then I'm left with mute Mitch. He probably assumes I'm an idiot ... or slow or something but that's alright. At least in my dreams he's into me too. If he comes in tomorrow I'm making a promise to myself to start up a conversation. Or at least a sentence that isn't standard auto programmed into my brain like a canned message. I can do Beyoncé conversations. She's my queen! He also seems to like coffee ... which hey... I'm practically an expert.

Just gotta think of something to say. I'll sleep on it.

In other news I managed to ace my first chem exam.  Can we just take a moment to appreciate this development? I studied my ɑss off and I deserve that damn A. I deserve a different kind of A but ... alright, alright I'm a thirsty girl. Sue me.

It's just been awhile. It's been more than a while. I'm living in the desert here.

So, yeah... chemistry. Kirstie also got an A so we hung out at her place and had cupcakes and chinese food (great combination... don't let it fool you) and she filled me in on the campus gossip. It was wonderful. It turns out that she's really great and I think we can be really close. Hopefully things work out like I want them to I just have to learn to be more open and honest with people. No one wants to be friends with someone who doesn't share.

I hope that makes sense. It does in my head now... but who knows later.

Also, as you can probably see, me/we/you are an idiot. Somehow I sent the document to a stranger (i'm awesome, right?) and now our private thoughts aren't quite so private. It was weird at first but now I feel ok about it. It was fun seeing what they had to say, even if they have no idea who I am and I have no clue who they are. (Sorry about the mama's boy comments. Your mom is seriously high strung, but damn does she love you, her handsome, genius, college student. :-P )

No sign of Skeezy Jon today. All in all I call this a great day. Here's to another one tomorrow. 

For now, Mr. Perfect is waiting for me in my dreams. 

~Me

PS. Goodnight, Sam. Sleep sweet.

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Now that Scott had full confirmation that the cute cashier was into him, he figured that he should probably step up his game. Not that he wasn't already trying, but something else had to be done. He had to make sure that he looked even more 'yummy' as Mitch so lovingly put it. He wondered if maybe he should make sure Alex didn't come with him anymore, but on the other hand, it would be kind of fun to see Mitch get jealous. He'd have to think more about that later.

This journal thing turned out to be a good thing for him..probably not so much for Mitch though. He couldn't imagine what Mitch's reaction to someone reading his journal would be. On second thought... if Mitch ever found out it was him who read it? He'd probably hate him. But at the same time he calls him Mr. Perfect, so maybe Mitch wouldn't be so upset? Okay, so maybe Scott was a little unsure about all this now, too late for that though.

It was another late night of studying and catching up for him, and all those thoughts about Mitch weren't helping him get anything done. He figured it was pointless to keep trying to study, so he decided to check the document that he couldn't seem to stop thinking about. With his luck Mitch probably deleted everything. If he was smart he would have anyway. But lucky for Scott, when he opened it everything was still there, and then some. He couldn't believe Mitch actually added more, and not only that, he basically wrote him a note. Well, he figured that meant Mitch didn't hate him. He smiled to himself as he read through, writing his own responses again.

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I guess I should start off by apologizing...? I really shouldn't have read through your journal, but if I'm honest? I don't regret it at all. It's been fun reading and getting to know you, even if it was an accident and it's kind of an unconventional way to get to know someone. It's kind of like being in someone's head, it's cool. To be honest I thought you would've deleted everything. So I was quite pleasantly surprised to see that you not only didn't delete, but you added. I'd love to stick around :)

Also, I'm a little offended, I thought my advice was great. I'll be waiting for you to take it, and I'll want an update on when the first date is for you and Mr. Perfect. Remember, use your words and smile. I'd say flirt some, but, if it's hard to speak coherent sentences to him, we'll just start small. We can work our way up to the flirting.

Don't feel pathetic, I'm honored you think of me as a friend already ;) You know what annoys me? I can't use emojis. I have conversations with them and it would make this a lot easier and more fun. Okay, back to why I'm here.

I can deal with Sam. It's a bit generic, I'd rather have something mysterious like.. Ace or Carson. Either way, it's fun to be someone else.

9/25/15

It's been a weird day. Alright, it's been mostly a wonderful day. Mr. Perfect looked good enough to eat (or lick... or all of the above :) ) today and I actually managed to say something this time. Ok, it was just to warn him that the protein bar he was about to purchase was disgusting and he should buy the other brand... but it was STILL progress. It's not my fault that that smile of his is so perfect that I can't think straight when he aims it my way.

He's been spending more time in the store lately, checking out the different snacks and things we offer. You won't hear this girl complain. It gives me much more ogling time.   I'm still a thousand percent convinced that he's doing in purpose. Who goes to the bookstore for the fun of it, every.single.morning? Not this guy. There's a reason behind that. This is like one of those frustrating stories where you know the main characters are supposed to be together but everything gets in the way, and then nothing happens between them until the very last minute and you've got all this built up tension and angst the whole time you read it. That.

He was wearing a Beyoncé shirt again today. Y'know... I have all of these clever things to say in my head, things I've carefully planned and thought out, but when he's in front of me it all just kind of goes poof and then I'm left with mute Mitch. He probably assumes I'm an idiot ... or slow or something but that's alright. At least in my dreams he's into me too. If he comes in on Monday I'm making a promise to myself to start up a conversation. Or at least a sentence that isn't standard auto programmed into my brain like a canned message. I can do Beyoncé conversations. She's my queen! He also seems to like coffee ... which hey... I'm practically an expert.

Just gotta think of something to say. I'll sleep on it.  See, there's some progress. Maybe ask about what he's studying, if he's a freshman, where he's from, etc. No yes or no questions. Get to know him. Also, pretty clear he likes Queen B too, so that's definitely a good conversation starter. Maybe find out his favorite song.

In other news I managed to ace my first chem exam. Can we just take a moment to appreciate this development? I studied my ɑss off and I deserve that damn A. I deserve a different kind of A but ... alright, alright I'm a thirsty girl. Sue me.  Thirsty girls need love too. Oh, and congrats on the A too. I'm sitting here avoiding all my work and typing to you so, good on me.

It's just been awhile. It's been more than a while. I'm living in the desert here.  Maybe Mr. Perfect can ease that drought. Make it rainnnnnn.

So, yeah... chemistry. Kirstie also got an A so we hung out at her place and had cupcakes and chinese food (great combination... don't let it fool you) and she filled me in on the campus gossip. It was wonderful. It turns out that she's really great and I think we can be really close. Hopefully things work out like I want them to I just have to learn to be more open and honest with people. No one wants to be friends with someone who doesn't share.  I mean, yeah. It's hard being friends with someone who's so closed off. Kind of feels like they don't trust you enough to tell you things and it hurts a bit. So I think you're on the right track. Glad you found a real life friend ;)

I hope that makes sense. It does in my head now... but who knows later.

Also, as you can probably see, me/we/you are an idiot. Somehow I sent the document to a stranger (i'm awesome, right?) and now our private thoughts aren't quite so private. It was weird at first but now I feel ok about it. It was fun seeing what they had to say, even if they have no idea who I am and I have no clue who they are. (Sorry about the mama's boy comments. Your mom is seriously high strung, but damn does she love you, her handsome, genius, college student. :-P )  For a moment I was good. I figured this made it into the wrong hands and I closed out of it...but... A person only has so much self control. Also, apology accepted I guess. My mom is... a bit eccentric, so, sorry about that.

No sign of Skeezy Jon today. All in all I call this a great day. Here's to another one tomorrow.  I still need you to carry mace, or a knife.  

For now, Mr. Perfect is waiting for me in my dreams. 

~Me

PS. Goodnight, Sam. Sleep sweet.  Sleep tight, hope Mr. Perfect treats you right. Wow that was actually really bad, sorry.

Anyway, see you soon.

-Sam

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Scott stared at the screen for a few moments, debating on hinting at who he was, or even hinting that he'd see Mitch tomorrow, but eventually decided against it. He'd have to figure out a way to tell Mitch who he really was, but for now, he'd stick with being 'Sam' and watch from the sidelines.