A/N Thanks for reviews, guys. I'm sorry for the whole, "Tuesday" bla bla bla thing. I'll try and cut that out. Anyway, enjoy!

Tuesday January 4th, 4:40pm, Home

I am indulging in chocolate to drown my worries. Mmm, peppermint.

Tuesday January 4th, 4:41pm, Home

Yes, OK, I did not confront Mel about the whole Brett thing. That doesnt mean I wont. It just means I didnt. It doesnt mean I'm a coward, who is afraid of her best friend. Sometimes, that may be the case, but it doesnt neccessarily mean all the time.

I will. Confront Mel, I mean. Its completely and utterly disgusting to be doing an errand for your Geography teacher and then find your best friend and brother going for it behind the Maths block. Its a sight you want to complete erase from your mind. I mean, you see enough of his tongue when he eats lasagne at dinner.

I am not the criminal in this scenario. Girl Code clearly states that best friends shall not indulge in any extra-curricular activities with each other's brothers. OK, not in so many words, but thats what they mean. Whoever invented Girl Code, must be perfectly organized and the greatest best friend. And they probably do not shove their tongue down their best friend's brother's throats.

And Mel definitely knows about Girl Code. I mean, all those times she's dragged me to the ladies, even though I dont need to pee, and she knows it. And we've both seen that episode of Unfabulous. Not on purpose though. Ahem.

Tuesday, January 4th, 4:50pm, Home

Now I feel fat. Maybe Red was right. Maybe if I carry on eating like I do I'll swell like a balloon. At least then I'll be able to float away from all the problems in my life.

Tuesday, January 4th, 4:53pm, Home

Brett has just walked through the door, back from "practice". I wonder what "sport" he was really practising. I must stop being so nosy.

No, I should get answers. Brett is my brother, after all. I shall face the bugs on my windshield. I shall swat them, and solve my problems. I shall ask Brett about Mel.

Tuesday, January 4th, 4:58pm, Home

I said to Brett, "Hey, there's hot dogs in the microwave."

Somehow, I dont find that relevant to Mel. Or kissing. Unless he was like that girl in Mean Girls who made out with a hotdog (just that one time!). Ew.

Nope, Brett has better things to do.

Like make out with my best friend.

I really have to confront him.

But not now, as I would have to go into his room. And his room smells of hamster food and socks. We dont have a hamster, I think its just him. I am too scared to even diffuse the horrible smell with my body spray, as I dont have a nose plug. Not that that would be useful. The stench is horrific.

Tuesday, January 4th, 5:02pm, Home

I think I will phone Mel.

No, wait, am ignoring Mel for her disgusting act of disgustingness.

I dont have any other friends that will listen to me. Red wont understand about ruined french manicures or how Seth and Summer are arguing on The OC. He's a boy. Who may/may not like kissing their sister's best friends.

Ew. Red kissing somebody. Gross.

Shut up brain!!!!!

Oooh, the phone's ringing.

"Hello?" I asked sophisticatedly, in case it was Taylor or somebody.

"Hey girlfriend!"

Oh underpants, it was Mel.

"Hey Mel. Go off the phone, I need to make an important phone call."

OK, a lie. But she did not know that.

Maybe she does.

"Ooooh, to who? Your boyfriend? Hey, good one Mel, you're awesome."

"Mel," I snapped. "Bog off. Now."

"No. Is your brother around? I need to talk to him."

Oh my Goddy God God. She is not even trying to hide it. She just openely asked me if he was around.

"I'm sorry," I said. "But you have to specify the subject for him. His brain cant handle anything more."

"Oh ha, ha. Nice one, but stop being nosy. So I talk to him?"

"No," I said shortly, and I hung up.

Consider her my ex-best friend.

Again.