(A/N: I have literally no ideas left. I'll probably find some inspiration somewhere in the middle of the night... There's another Harry Potter reference in here, but this one is a bit more subtle. Also, I'm sorry... It's Monday... I failed you! I feel so bad... Happy Reading!)

Disclaimer: Yup, I own this... I also definitely own Harry Potter. (Sarcasm intended.)

One night, before Lucy went to bed, she locked her door, walked over to her dresser, opened it, and grabbed a small, leather book with a sparkly green fountain pen. She then checked to make sure the door was locked, and then sat on her bed and began writing.

Dear diary,

Today has been... Weird. Well, every day is weird living Lockwood and George, but today was... Super weird. We went on a case, and nothing bad happened. You might think that nothing bad happening isn't weird, but for me, it's weird. Second, I didn't have a single argument with George, which is good, but not at all usual. Instead, he actually gave me a compliment. Lockwood was absolutely sane, and Lockwood is never sane! I love that he's crazy! One of the things that I could go on about is Lockwood... Well, why don't I do that right now? I know I've written stuff like this more than once, but... Lockwood is amazing. He's simply the smartest, bravest, most endearing man I've ever met! Not to mention that he's absolutely wonderful to look at. He has a certain look in his eyes, almost as if they're twinkling, just about all the time. His smile is breathtaking, it could charm anyone! And when you combine his smile and his eyes and he looks at me, I could faint. He's made me blush on multiple occasions, just by looking at me... I think that I've written enough down for today, and I'm feeling quite tired.

Lucy yawned, and decided that she should end right there, and not even bother to close the paragraph properly. She was feeling so tired, that she didn't feel like walking back to her dresser to put up her diary, so she just his it under her pillow, thinking no one would notice it.

A few hours later, Lockwood clcame into Lucy's bedroom because he heard a soft 'thump' sound, and wanted to check if Lucy was okay. He found the small book on the flood with the green fountain pen that Lucy was writing in just hours ago. He picked it up, and since curiosity usually for the best of him, looked in it, since there was no title on the book. Lockwood then silently came to the realization that he was holding Lucy's diary, which basically meant that he was holding a bit of Lucy's soul. Even after figuring out what the book was, he wanted to know what Lucy thought, and skimmed some of her entries. As Lockwood was scanning the pages, he saw his name pop up quite a bit, and read every line that had his name in it.

Lucy writes about me a lot... She also says so many nice things about me... I wonder why... Lockwood thought as he read more of the girl's diary.

After several minutes of looking through the book, lockwood found a whole entry dedicated to him.

Dear diary,

I have something to confess... I like someone... Named Anthony J. Lockwood... You can't blame me! Partially because you're an inanimate object, but also because of is wonderful personality and good looks... Lockwood kindest, sweetest, smartest, most amazing person out there. His smile, his eyes, his everything makes my heart melt! I might add on later... I think it's best that I go to sleep now, before anyone notices that I'm still awake.

Lockwood then slowly closed that book, and thought for a few seconds.

I could keep reading... Or I could put the book back... I really want to keep reading... I guess I'll try to return it by morning. And with that, Lockwood slowly crept out of Lucy's room with the book and the pen.

The next morning, Lucy woke up happily, and then remembered that she still needed to put up her diary. She put her hand under her pillow, expecting to feel her diary, but found nothing. Lucy then got out of bed to check around the floor, searching for the book. She found nothing.

Lucy then walked into the kitchen and asked George and Lockwood if they knew what hqppened to it.

"Hey George, Lockwood?"

"Yeah?" George and Lockwood responded in unison.

"Have you seen a book laying around anywhere? Leather, with a fountain green pen?"

"No." George said plainly.

"Uh... Lockwood muttered. "You should come with me..."

Why does Lockwood do the things he does? Lucy thought, storming down the hallway right behind Lockwood. And why is be so adorable?... Wait, no, I'm mad at him. Not thinking about his gigawatt smile, or his heart melting laugh, or... No. Mad. Be mad! He read my diary!

"I'm sorry Lucy..." Lockwood said, handing her the diary. "I just... Really wanted to know what you wrote, and... I like you a lot..."

"Lockwood! You should- wait. You... What was that last part?"

"Lucy, I like you. Loads. Um... I read the parts with me in them, and then I read the whole entry about me..." Lockwood said, looking down at the floor and rubbing his neck. "I know I shouldn't have, but... I just couldn't help myself..."

"LOCKWOOD!" YOU MUST BE ABSOLUTELY INSANE TO- Lockwood cut Lucy off.

"But you love me for it."

"Yes, I do. But you read my diary! Lockwood! You read my diary! You read all of my thoughts and everything!" Lucy cried.

"But I know that you like me now, and now you know that I like you." Lockwood said.

"What? You like me?" Lucy said, astonished.

"Yep! See? Maybe it was a good thing that I read your diary!"

"Don't push it." Lucy said.

"Okay, I get it. I won't do it again." Lockwood muttered.

"Good." Lucy said, kissing Lockwood's cheek.

"I love you, you curious cat." Lucy muttered.

"Curious giraffe." Lockwood corrected, smiling playfully.

"I love you, you curious giraffe. There. Is that better?" Lucy huffed.

"Yes, yes it is. And I love you too."

(A/N: again, I'm sorry... I'm a terrible pers