Hey! I know this was originally Divergent-DarkCaster-Vampire's story! And it still is in a way. But when she told me she was cancelling it I offered to post in on my account instead. SHE LET ME! AGHHHH!

So all this belongs to DDCV and Jonathan Stroud!

Lucy's POV.

It was dark as I crept along the second floor corridor to the room that Lockwood had forbidden us to enter.

I could hear Lockwood and George laughing at some joke downstairs in the kitchen.

My palms started to sweat as I came to a halt outside the door. Fingers trembling, I reached out and turned the bronze handle. The door opened with a very loud CREEEEEEEEK. I stopped, frozen, waiting for someone to come and find me. After several seconds of silence, in which no one came to investigate the creek, I stepped into the room, shutting the door behind me.

I was plunged into total darkness. Fumbling along the wall, I located the light switch and turned it on. With a small buzz the light flickered on.

The room was empty apart from a large wooden desk at the far end. The buzzing of psychic energy could be heard. The desk was covered in diaries. I rushed over, as quietly as I could, to have a better look. Knowing I didn't have much time, I grabbed one at random and stuffed it in my pocket. But as I turned to go i heard footsteps coming to a stop outside the door.

As fast and as quietly as I could, tiptoed over to the door, and turned off the light. Then I ran over, still silent, to the window and pulled it open. I climbed out. There was another window right next to me. I grabbed the sill and hung there. Maybe, just maybe, I could make it through this window, but then all my hopes were crushed as Lockwood looked out the window right down at me.

"Lucy," he said in utter shock. "What on earth are you doing here?" He pulled me back into the room I had just vacated.

"I, um, er . . ." I stammered.

"What were you doing in this room?" he snapped at me.

"Lockwood, I'm - I mean, i wasn't in here," I lied pathetically.

"Oh, and where were you then?" he asked coolly.

"Well, the reason I was dangling outside your window was . . .was I dropped something and was trying to get it from the gutter pipe."

"Luce," Lockwood flashed me a megawatt smile, "that was the worst lie i have ever heard."

"Fine!" I yelled. "I was in this room because I'm sick of all your secrecy, Lockwood! SICK OF IT!"

He stared at me, utterly shocked.

"You're right," he said, after an unbearable silence. "I should have told you. Now go." I did as he told me, running for the door. I flung it open and raced up the stars and into my room. I slammed the door and locked it behind me. Flinging myself not the be, I opened the diary and began to read.

February 20th.

Today we interviewed Lucy Carlyle. She got the job. I like her - no, I love her. I have seen the way she looks at me, and I'll only ever be a friend in her eyes.

There was a knock at the door. I stuffed the book under my pillow and unlocked the door.

"Come in," I called.

Lockwood stepped inside. "Lucy, w-will . . ." -I had never seen Lockwood so, well, not like himself. He was floundering- "Will you go out with me?!" He sighed in relief at having gotten the words out.

"Lockwood . . . Your my friend." I smiled sorrowfully.

"Okay . . ." He turned to go.

"Wait!" I called after him. "I-I'll go, I mean . . . yes we can." His fantastic smile was back, and he was his former self. He dashed over to me, pulling me into a tight hug.

We kissed . . .

I made a few small tweaks to the story. But DDCV said she didn't mind. (: