Agatha woke up with the feeling of arms trapping down her body, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla can be smelled from her right side. She knew who it is—its Poe, obviously, since there's no one else in the house beside Poe. It's not rare to find them like this, cuddled up to each other, nothing romantic—just pure friends sleeping next to each other kind of thing.

Agatha tried to slipped away from Poe's grasp and eventually find her way out without waking him up, even though there's this one or two times that she's being dragged further into his arms for more cuddle—that she really wants BUT should resist, poor Agatha, always in the friend-zoned.

Agatha went to the kitchen of her house, grabbing a glass of water she started to drink a full glass of it and then she started taking out ingredients for breakfast—this morning, she wanted to make Poe's favorite, to thank him for last night, screw that, for always be there for her.

This is what she always does, thanking Poe by doing these little things, that's the least she can do.

Halfway through making the pancakes she felt arms snaking through her waist hugging her from behind—startled, she almost jumped back in fright, if not for the heavy arms holding her down she will probably fell backwards.

She smacked the hands that belonged to Poe, "That's not funny" Agatha said while sulking and pouting— still, she flipped the pancakes wholeheartedly.

"It is to me" Poe said while smiling wickedly and keeping his hands tighter on Agatha's waist, "What are you making by the way? I am smelling pancakes, am I right?" he asked while peeking and resting his head on Agatha's shoulder.

Agatha shrugged his head off her shoulder and placed the last piece of pancaked that she cooked on the plate, "If you already know, why would you ask?" she continued as she served the heavenly made pancakes in the middle of the kitchen island for the both of them.

"I'm not the one cooking, just guessing, thank you though, Atha" Poe said while fully smiling at her, seeing his contagious smile, Agatha smiled back and she is determined to keep that smile on his face.

"What are you going to do today?" Asked Poe while sprinkling some maple syrup in his pancakes—he passed the syrup to Agatha and she started doing the same to her pancakes.

"I don't know, probably write in my diary again" She said while shrugging and eating the pancakes slowly—afraid that the heavenly tasted dish will be gone too soon, she can always make some more but she is too lazy to do it.

"You should go outside" Poe stated robotically—it's like he said this sentence way too many times.

"Nah, you go" Agatha replied with the same monotone voice as if this conversation has been done many times before—and every time that it does, it never went well.

"Come on Atha, what holds you back? The fact that you are invincible? You are afraid to be bullied by other kids? You got me!" Poe exclaimed while raising his hands in the air as if he can't believe he has to remind her this sentence over and over again.

"You just don't understand Poe, you don't understand!" Agatha's exclaimed forcefully—she hates the time when she started arguing and fighting with Poe, but it can't be helped, this has to happened since he is always pestering her.

"Just go Poe" Agatha said quietly and retreating her figure upstairs, Poe just stared at her in disbelief and stormed out of the house—he just doesn't get it, what is she so afraid of?

Agatha went back to her room and stood over her book shelf, she searched for her diary that is slipped between her many fantasy books. She always loves books and writing—it's like the both of them are basically her life. Once she found the old book, her diary, she started to pull it out and bring it over to her study desk.

Inside the books are many stories that she writes ever since her junior high school years until now, to say that it was her moments would be an understatement, because inside the book held her life—the greatest or even the worst moments in her life is written there, including the car accident.

There are plenty times that Poe tried to take the book away from her, but she always kept it close to her, even if Poe really did succeed on almost throwing the book out, she will find out and started scolding, even getting mad at him.

She knows that Poe only does that to make her forget about all the problems that she has been going through, but that doesn't mean it will just be gone by him throwing the diary out of the story, it just won't happen that easily. Every time she told him to let it go, he would just nod and sulked back, going to his house-- of course he will come around in a while, but for Agatha, Poe is such a child, but who is she kidding, that's the thing he liked the most about Poe, so carefree and childish, it's like the world all around him was just a fantasy. 

She inspects the book thoroughly-- on the cover it reads 'The diary of Hagatha Mary'—she always wonders who is Hagatha since she first got this book from her mother. She asked her parents about it, but their parents just said that there's probably a missed spelling of her name by the maker, since it is a costumed diary made specifically for her.

Ever since then, she just shrugged off the matter and never really thought too hard about it. She then started to flip between the first few pages. She inspects her old writing and smile with content, she just loves writing that much, without further pausing she started to write, writing her moments of the day.