Disclaimer: i only own the story, plot, and OCs.

warning: cheesiness and possibly dry humor ahead, but i do beg you to DONT STOP READING after the prologue. It gets better, I promise.

oh and there's a multichapter prequel of this: called Just The Way I'm Not.

Frienship

"Hey." Wendy comes inside the room and locks the door.

I was cradling Takari, tuning her chords, my feet on a coffee table. "Hey."

She sighs, staring at me with a tired, sentimental look. We did have a few fights in this same room. "You never used to wear so much black."

"I do in winters." I started wearing black more frequently when I turned thirteen. As if anyone would notice that.

"Yeah. Like your first winter concert." 2 years ago, same day she gave me the legendary cookies everyone made a big deal about.

"You never used to wear skirts." I retort as she chuckles.

I strum Takari and sing, "Wendy, run away with me, I know it sounds crazy don't you see what you do to me, I wanna be your lost boy, your last chance, you're everything that I planned," I give her a meaningful look.

"Somewhere In Neverland." She finishes. I gave her a bit of vocal lessons, though she wasn't much interested in music. She'd rather let me sing to her. Everyone knows she's more of a jock. No one could change her. There's only one person that pierced her heart truly, and that's not me.

I clap at her. "Good job, Wendy."

She ruffles my hair. I really like it when she does. I hate it when it's anybody else. "Why do you call me that?"

"We've been through this. You're my Wendy. Duh, Somewhere In Neverland." She wasn't quite my Wendy.

She laughs. "Two years passed since then and I still can't believe you wrote the song for me."

I smirk. "I sang it too."

"Yeah... I fell in love with your voice." Unfortunately she didn't fall in love with me.

"You should know you're special, Sora." Which is why I wrote the song.

"Ha! You called me by my name."

I shake my head, looking down, snickering. "You do know why I called you here, right?"

"Because I'm so special."

I smile and stand up, walking toward her. I grasp her hands. "Wendy, it's time for you to be with your Peter Pan." This couldn't be more of a perfect time to end our relationship. Today's our anniversary. Two years.

She looks at me, eye-to-eye. I've always loved her eyes. Red, amber, orange, brown, I just don't know what color they are. I could never figure it out. "...Aren't you my Peter Pan?" She squeezes my palms.

I kneel down to her. "You know I'm not your Peter Pan. I never was. I just, wanted you to run away with me." I stole her. I kiss her forehead. Probably the last kiss we'll ever share.

She raises her right hand and rubs my cheek. "I wanted to run away with you too."

I can tell from her voice that she's holding herself from crying. "I love you."

A tear fell from her right eye as she fell into my arms, clutching my shirt. I embrace her and rub her back. "Ssh, don't cry. I'll always, always, be here." Maybe not as a boyfriend, but at least I'm someone to her.

She sniffles and wraps her arms around my neck. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be."

"I couldn't return your feelings." She bawls.

I smile at her. I'm supposed to be crying, but I already did that yesterday last night, when I made the decision that I'd break up with her. "I'm sorry too. I couldn't be good enough."

She shakes her head furiously. "No, Yamato! Don't be! Anyone would kill for you to love them! You write songs for me, you stay up late just to talk on the phone with me, you wait for two hours after school for me because of my tennis, you buy ruby bracelets for me, you were more than enough." Maybe, but, you could never love me, no matter how more than enough I can be. Because I wasn't the best. Not for you. It was always him, for you. But I couldn't say that out loud. I never want to hurt her. I never want to make her feel she made a mistake.

I shrug. "It's time to bid farewell. The show starts in a few," I hope Taichi won't get the wrong idea when he sees her like this. "By the way, I wrote you a song." I stroke her hair.

She looks up, meeting my eyes. "You wrote another song... For me?"

"Of course. I love you, remember?" In response, she tightens her grip on me.

The side of her mouth raises. "You're too much."

She looks down again. We both know the reason why we're breaking up is because she can't say those words back to me. She only nods. I pat her head and say, "It's okay, I'm not asking for a response."

"I wish you had."

"That would force you to say something you don't mean. I never want to force you into anything, Wendy."

She presses her forehead on my neck. "You deserve better..." But I wanted only you.

"So... No objections? Everything is mutual about us seperating?" I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. She nods and beams at me. I'm not hesitant on letting go of her. She deserves this.

"Thank you for everything, Yamato. Thank you for loving me and letting go." She kisses my cheek and heads for the door.

I bow dramatically at her. "Thank you as well mademoiselle, for being my first love."

She exits after giving me a grin.

Sincerity

"Well, this is awkward." I say to the both of them.

"Emi, it's not what you think."

Oh my God, I hate how he uses that nickname at this exact moment. "Don't call me that. Okay, I'm thinking I just walked in on the two of you making out, am I wrong?"

"No."

"Good. Goodbye forever." I walk toward the door. Keep yourself together. If you cry now, you'll be the dumpee. Shit. Technically, he really did dump me, I just broke up with him. I grab my phone and dial the person who will never betray me. I sneeze from the cold outside. My eyes are starting to blink furiously. I feel frustrated and anxious at the ringing, then

"Hello, Mimi-chan?"

"Mom, pick me up. I broke up with Michael. Don't ask, please. Just. Just, I need you." A tear falls after another, my voice broken, my face red, makeup ruined. I look down to block my face of view. I put a hand on my forehead. It was like I was hyperventilating on the phone.

"Got it. Be there in 2 seconds." She said and hang up. I look behind me to see the flashes of neon lights on the windows. The music was booming. I'm surprised the neighbors have no complaints to this point. Then again, it is Michael Barton's party.

The fact that he didn't chase me outside only proves I wasted a good amount of time on a stupid guy. Nevertheless, what he did still hurt. Hurt like hell. This is what it feels like to be a second choice. Out of all people, Colette Williams. The one who conviniently made me feel like she was my best friend. No one could replace the original though. I knew that. I can't wait to go back to Japan and see Sora once again. I smile at the thought of her.

I wonder how they're doing, those kids. They must be gathered together, eating pizza or hanging at the karaoke bar, in any case, they should be having a much better Christmas Eve than me.

One year later, one week before the start of the school year

Friendship

I narrow my eyes at what Gennai said. In response, Daisuke slams his hands on the dinner table. "Wait, what do you mean the digimon need to go back?!"

"Calm down, Dai." Taichi faces the elder guardian. "There are no enemies to fight anymore, then why should they?" He asks, keeping his composure.

"That's exactly why." Gennai gropes. "You need to live as normal humans, as these digimon should live as normal digimon, to continue your lifestyle before it all started. The co-existence of the two species may have a negative reaction to the current peacefulness of this universe. It may seem unfair to others, appearing that the Chosen Children are more superior." Our faces fall. "Oh, but it won't be permanent, of course. Who am I to break the strong bond you have all formed?" I grin at Gabumon. "Every summer, I will once again open the digiports."

Taichi groans and crosses his arms. "So basically, you're telling us to focus on school and all that crap while the digimon get to play around in the digiworld?"

Gennai laughs, wrinkles getting more visible. "They do need a break, don't they?"

Sora raises her hand. "Does Mimi know about this?"

"Yes, don't worry. Every Child all over your world has been informed."

Sincerity

Dear Diary,

You know when I read shoujo mangas and they have the innocent preppy cute girl girl everyone falls in love with? I just realized that I'm the villain. I have everything, including the cute guy, but the heroine took her away from me. Colette was never a bad person, who am I fooling?. I hope moving to Japan can make me a heroine of my own story.

Goodbye for now, Palmon. Hello, Sora.