Summary: Because Nick can't be stealin' Caleb's journal. That's just wrong and absolutely off the table. Solution? You're looking at it.

Author's Note: Basically, I wrote this because there are times when I really want to write from Nick's POV for journal entries, but I can't do that in The Journal of Caleb Malphas. (Not entirely, at least.) I did leave room for extra stories in that fic, but sometimes it doesn't cover everything I want to write. This fic will give me more options and a little bit more flexibility. Same world, same everything. Although the things that Nick writes about might vary from what Caleb does. (They are different people...) But both Nick's Notebook and Caleb's Journal will exist in the same world. (Also, some of y'alls suggestions might actually get put here instead. Hopefully that doesn't upset anyone.)

Soo...yeah. I'm still planning on writing in Journal of Caleb Malphas. So don't freak. And for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, the fic previously mentioned is the one I wrote first, before this one. This ain't a sequel...but a companion fic? Eh, whatever, y'all decide.

Also, since we only have a few character-read-their-own-books fics, I was thinking about writing one for CON/DH. Blue Cinder is the only one who's really written one, and I kinda feel bad 'cause she's the only one doing the work...and sometimes it's kinda nice to read someone else's work instead of always having to write it yourself. Anyway, is this a good idea? Or not? Lemme know. (And yeah, I know I'm starting to spread myself too thin story-wise. And there's still that four-month period where I'm going to be gone, but was pushed back a bit.)

Ah, well. I have things I wanna write. Enjoy! -RS

Mrs. Kenyon Owns Everything!

Chapter 1:

Alright-Nice-Book-That's-Not-Nashira-And-Therefore-Won't-Burn-My-Fingertips:

Apparently, stealing (Hah, Looking.) at Caleb's Journal is a no-go. So is writing in it. (Who knew?) To avoid pissing off my best friend and have him BBQ my ass, I have been 'gifted' (chucked) a journal of my own. Joy.

-Two Hours Earlier-

Nick hadn't meant to find the Journal. No, really, he was just looking for a friggen' pencil. Pen. Instrument of writing, that doubled as a dull stabbing stick. He did not under any circumstance start looting through his best-friends crap to find...you know.

Stuff.

Probably the emotional, heart wrenching stuff that Caleb would kill him over if Nick found out about it. He knew Caleb kept Lillie's locket somewhere (He saw it once) and given the Daeva's currant night activities, Nick didn't want to know what was in half those drawers. Ugh, just the thought was enough to make him gag...

The Journal was, just, you know, left out on the nightstand.

Caleb was hanging out in the living room where they dumped their stuff after school, while Nick exited to relieve himself.

Then he remembered he should probably finish that remaining worksheet his mother had stipulated be done in order for him to hang at Cay's in the first place. But, he was minus an important utensil. So, side-stop at Caleb's bedroom, where he knew some pens and pencils would be stashed on the desk near Caleb's bed.

Okay, maybe he should have asked permission before entering...

So sue him. He normally asked when he was at Kody's, but that's an entirely different ball game. He didn't want to end up in the dog house 'cause he pissed Kody off by sitting on her bed without her explicit permission. There are just some thing's a guy's gotta be conscious of, and that ranked high on Nick's number-UNO priorities list.

Caleb's room? Not so much.

….

Although he supposed he had crossed a line when he glanced at the Journal, was reminded of his stringent allergy against all books that weren't Manga and Comics, before hearing Ash's voice in his head mocking him about his undying bibliophobia.

Then his Mother's for telling him to study. Then Caleb' who kept pressing on him to learn more about his surroundings/supernatural world, as if he didn't have enough to worry about.

Then, a sudden thought that English wasn't Caleb's native tongue.

And if English wasn't his native tongue….then what the hell were all these older than old's-great-grandfather books Caleb had stacked up all around the house written in? The Cuni-whatchama-callit language Ash had mentioned awhile back? And nearly all of them, except for a modern few, were bound in leather. Like the book on the nightstand.

Curious, he automatically walked over and flipped open the first few pages.

Dear Journal:

Can't believe I'm doing something as lame as journal writing, but I've lately come across the need to rant. Rave. Explain my disturbing circumstances to another source. The biggest of which being my embryo charge- Nick Gautier. Fledging Malachai. Here is a list of issues that frustrate me the most, before I start throttling people...

So, here Nick was, minding his own damn business (Sort of), then assaulted with a line like THAT. A book written specifically about Yours Truly, with all his Cajun awesomeness included.

If it wasn't for the fact he felt a sting of irritation and...we'll call it anxiousness, Nick might have busted up laughing right then and there. Seriously, he didn't think Caleb was this bored.

How could he fill a damn book with how irritating Nick could be? It's ridiculous! Then again…

He filled up an Entire. Book.

Nick's finger tapped against the night table. He shouldn't read anymore. It was none of his...well, actually, it was kind of his business, come to think of it. But nothing Caleb shouldn't be able to tell him, himself.

He needed to get back downstairs, anyway.

Homework, you know...

Caleb would never forgive him.

A definite breach of trust.

…

A few more sentences won't kill me...

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After a quick perusal of the some of the journal entries, Nick quickly realized (To his relief)

That:

A. Not all the entries were about how his stupid, idiotic self got dragged into yet another dumb situation, but varied between everyone in their circle, including Mark and Bubba. (Although he kinda wanted to cross out that one entry about him learning how to dance. That was slightly embarrassing.)

B. The entries didn't fill the book. If anything, it looked like Caleb had only started recently, leaving more than 3/4 's of the book with blank pages.

And C. He couldn't read everything word for word, but it was enough to force him to cover his mouth and hit his fist a couple of times on the bed in mirth. He could just imagine Caleb being the main character to some supernatural family sitcom where all Hell's that end's well.

Yeah, so he didn't feel too bad adding an entry of his own. All the book proved was what Nick already knew- that Caleb, for all intents and purposes, had his back.

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"Nick? What the hell is taking you so- What. Are. You. Doing?"

On second thought, maybe this wasn't such a good idea…

Nick flipped the book closed and turned around, wracking his brain for a way out this mess.

"Well-" Caleb didn't let him finish. Suddenly Nick was outside of Caleb's house, standing in front of the door.

I was just kicked out of my Best Friend's house.

Nick, understandably, started to panic.

Shit, shit-Definite breach of privacy, I should not have read anything, no matter how funny-

Have to fix this, immediately-

"Caleb! I'm really sorry, Okay! I won't read it again, ever! I promise! Ever! I'm really sorry!" Nick pounded on the door. "I'll rip out the page that I wrote on, and shred it! Then maybe burn it! I didn't see anything! Maybe you could get a MIB Memory stick and wipe my mind! Or something!" Nick paused in his rant. He shouldn't. He just got into some serious trouble with Caleb.

The idea is for Caleb to forgive us, Nick. Not piss him off and risk his death when he throws us through a brick wall.

"CALY-BOOOO! Don't lock me out of the house! I'll be a better boyfriend, I promise! I'll even cook your meals and give you late night-" The door was thrown open and he was dragged inside by his collar, before he heard the door slam close and was faced by a still-pissed off Daeva with glowy red eyes.

Wooorth it.

Nick batted his eyelashes. He could have sworn he saw a vein pulse out from Caleb's forehead.

"I'm going to kill you, Gautier." Growled Caleb, shoving the journal into his face. "And are you seriously telling me that traitor had you pick up after him?" Nick rolled his eyes at the threat.

"Yeah, I've heard that one before. And yes...not one of my finer moments. Uh...we cool, or are you going to toss me into Kyrian's pool?" Caleb sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Maybe he had over-reacted. Maybe.

"Don't tempt me, snot-wot. I'll just chalk this foray into suicidal territory a mistake that won't be repeated. Ever. Also...Mortal Kombat. Now. 'Cause If I can't kill you in reality, I'm whopping your ass in the virtual realm. Oh, and here."

A notebook was thrown at Nick's face, which he barely caught before the corner rammed into his eye.

"Write about your messed up life and teenage drama in your own notebook; leave my Journal the hell alone!"

So, yeah. Caleb's solution to keeping me away from his Journal. Also: not allowed in Caleb's room until he forgets the restriction or he deems it too annoying to keep.

And Kody thinks I deserved to be tossed in the pool. So does Nashira and Dagon. And Aeron, if you really want to keep track. And Xev.

...Simi just wants a pool party.

Man, no love for the leader. Geez.

-Nick Gautier.

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Author's Note: Hope the first chappie wasn't too boring. Needed to start somewhere. -RS

P.S Point out any spelling mistakes, and review!