Aziraphale and Crowley step into the cluttered bookstore, as Aziraphale flips the sign to read 'closed' from the outside. Crowley slips off his leather jacket, hanging it on the coatrack near the door.
   "Sorry it's such a mess in here." Aziraphale says apologetically. "I haven't had to clean up lately."
   "Eh, looks fine to me." Crowley shrugs and wanders around as Aziraphale stares, upset, at a messy bookcase before turning to Crowley.
   "I'm going to tidy up a bit, feel free to look around." Crowley nods as Aziraphale begins calmly rearranging the books in the bookcase. Crowley sighs and takes a seat at Aziraphale's desk. The desk is piled with books, the shelves above it overflowing with little trinkets. A single reading lamp sits still on the edge of the desk.
   Crowley notices a brown, journal like book sitting on the desk. It appears to have some sort of golden writing on the front, but he can't make out what it says as it's covered by other, less interesting books. Crowley gently takes the book out from under the others and checks the cover.
   The cover in gold writing read, "Aziraphale's personal diary" with a small smiley face below the text. He smirks. Crowley, being the demon that he is, sneakily slips the Journal into his bag. He then stands up and takes his bag over to the coat hanger where his jacket lies.
  "Ok, that's all of the organizing I'm going to do for now." Aziraphale says, as he puts on last book on the top shelf of the bookcase. "Of course I'm going to clean all of this up later, though." He motions vaguely to the rest of the bookstore. Crowley nods and places his hands on hips.
   Aziraphale motions for Crowley to follow him and he takes the demon upstairs. It had been at least a month since the two stopped armageddon, and they both had gotten quite bored. They'd been spending a lot more time together then they used to.
   Crowley, in secret from Aziraphale, had been doing tasks and jobs for his neighbors to be able to do something while he wasn't spending time Aziraphale. He didn't want Azira to view him as soft. The two spent the rest of the day drinking and laughing, the usual for them.
   Crowley finally left for his own place, even forgetting he had Aziraphale's diary in his bag. After Crowley had left, Aziraphale turned out the lights and sat down at his desk, as he routinely did every night. He clicked on the lamp and searched the desk for his diary.
   "Hmm, I could've sworn I left it on my desk..." He said quietly to himself. He flickered the lights of his bookstore back on and went through his pile of personal books. By pile, I more mean a very neatly organized case filled with books that interested him. He couldn't find it anywhere.
   "I guess I've... Misplaced it... Somehow..." Aziraphale was worried, but he turned of the lights once again, and went off to bed anyway.

   Meanwhile, Crowley stepped into his apartment. Nights were usually the most boring for him, since he doesn't need to sleep, but nobody else is awake. Of course this time he had something to keep him entertained.
   He reached into his bag and immediately ran into book. He pulled out, and upon realizing what it was, ran over to his desk and turned on the lamp. He reached down to open the book.
   Maybe I shouldn't...  He thought. But eventually decided that he should. He read all the book and by 3am had reached the final page. Of course, most of the journal was completely unfinished but he read all of what was written down. However, there was one page that he couldn't stop thinking about...

Day 11
Dear diary,

Today i spent almost the entire day with Crowley.
Everyday I feel a little closer to him.
I suppose knowing him for 6000 years does help,
but especially in recent years I've
felt my love for him grow extensively.
As much as he hates to admit so,
He's nice. And I am in love with him.

Sincerely, Aziraphale

   The next day, the two met up again at Aziraphale's bookstore. They sit down together on the couch and before Aziraphale even gets a chance to speak, Crowley takes the diary out of his bag.
   "I need to give this back to you." He handed Aziraphale the diary and looks down at his lap.
   "M-my diary!" Aziraphale gasps and quickly takes the book from him. "I-i can't believe you took this! I was looking for it last night!" He says, shocked and angry. "How much of it did you read?!"
   Crowley thinks for a moment before Responding. "None of it. I took but I didn't read it." This, of course, was a lie. He had read the whole thing.
   "I hope that's true." Aziraphale sighed. "I can't believe you."
   "I'm sorry. I kinda forgot I even took it until I got home."
   "It's ok. Just don't go through my personal stuff." Aziraphale stares at Crowley and the demon smirks at him.
   "No promises, angel."

   Of course, however, Crowley had lied to the gentle angel to protect his own little secret. Most secrets come out eventually. Especially when you cannot die and most likely will live forever. You can't a secret for all of eternity.
   Well I guess, technically you could, but it's very difficult.