Chapter1- Male match-maker Extraordinaire!

Author's Ramblings:

Nieni: I've wanted to write this one for the longest time.

Nite: singing along to 'Are you happy now'

Nieni: starts singing too

Nite: jumps up onto the desk, dancing

Dear Journal of Eternal Secret-ness,

I have spotted my next targets.

Tom Gregory:(17yr-old) Black eyes, blonde hair, pale, well built. The football captain with a player reputation. Violent and ill-tempered. Straight?

Rivet Yoi: (16yr-old) Blue eyes, dark-green hair with light-green highlights, dark tan, wiry build. Has no extracurricular activities- computer geek? Distant and sarcastic. Straight/Bi?

This shall be my most difficult task yet, but as the male match-maker extraordinaire, I have taken it upon myself to bring these two opposites together. I am confident, as I have converted and matched exactly 15 male couples, all without revealing myself.

My deadline will be one month from now.

Another entry by,

Winawen Reaper

Soft purple eyes gaze approvingly at the words written.

Running a hand through his shaggy brown hair, Winawen closes his journal/notebook, with a sigh. He had been watching the two boys for week, collecting a few basic facts, and was now sure he had a good match going.

But, I think I should back this up a bit and tell you a little about this 'match-maker extraordinaire'...

Winawen is a fifteen year old boy. He knew from the age of six that he was gay and had learned through the years that no one really cared... or even noticed him at all. Which did not improve his already basically nonexistent love life.

Finally accepting that he is not worthy of even the slightest recognition, Win decided to give up on himself and find love for others. Starting to match-make in ninth and now heading into his eleventh year of school, he was on a roll. Bringing happiness to others, and a good deal of confusion, seemed to be his calling and made him happy.

Walking over to his desk, Winawen zips open his binder and slides the notebook inside, then picks it up and his backpack.

Ignoring his growling stomach, Win walks straight past the kitchen and out the front door, not bothering to say good-bye to his unresponsive mother, passed out on the couch with a hangover.

Skipping to first block

Win slides unnoticed into his first block class, English, and sits directly behind Rivet. Pulling out his journal and a pen, he opens the notebook to a clean sheet.

Dear Journal of Eternal Secret-ness,

English: First Block- Subject under watch (R.Y.)

Action?

Love letter in desk

Present?

Hinting comment?

Continue to observe habits/ hypothesize reactions

The subject seems tense and agitated (Note jiggling leg).

Refuses to lend pen to Terry Fingal- willingly gave pen to match-maker Wednesday.

Chewing on pencil eraser

Sarcastic towards teacher-

"Mr. Reaper! What's that you're writing?"

The teacher, Miss.Springs, scowls, tapping the end of her whip against her wrist. Not that she ever actually used it that anyone knew of, though most believe she uses it on her husband...

Winawen's gaze jerks up to meet his teacher's. "I'm... I'm just writing some notes... Ma'am." His face slowly flushes as everyone turns to stare.

"Notes?... Okies! I can accept that!" Now smiling sweetly, the whip suddenly gone, Mrs.Springs skips back up to the blackboard, her curly red hair bouncing. "Now, today we will start reading a new book called, 'Forever Mists', about a man stalks people..."

?

I do not feel the conditions at the moment are right for moving forward with my plan.

R&R!!

Nieni: It will become less... um... He won't be writing as much as I go along, he'll slowly be drawn out of that faze and-

Nite: DON'T GIVE ANY DETAILS OF THE STORY! YOU'LL RUIN IT!

Nieni: Fine! FINE! God, don't get your panties in a bunch!

Nite: dodgy-eyes I don't wear panties, I don't know what you're talking about! WHO TOLD YOU THAT!

Nieni: O.O

Nite:...

Nieni:... I wasn't serious, Nite...

Nite:... Ha... Hahaha... Neither was I... I really don't wear panties.

Nieni:... Ok. smiles unsurely