"DAISUKE!!!!! Come on, honey, time to get up! I made you lots of yummies! HURRY BEFORE IT GETS COLD! COME ON LAZY, I SAID GET UP!"

"I'm awake, okay?!" Daisuke shouted.

Daisuke was a boy in 8th grade. He was smallish for his age, about four foot seven, but with his hair he just grazed five feet. He has a pet creature named Wiz. His mom always puts obstacles in front of him to challenge him daily and his grandpa isn't much help. He's used to it though (somehow). He walked downstairs to see his mom laying out some colorful bottles on the kitchen table.

"Hey, honey, guess which one isn't poisonous! Go ahead, guess!" his mom said cheerily. Daisuke blinked.

"… Gee, Mom, as much as I'd love to, I really have to get to school and do stuff." Daisuke grabbed his backpack and headed for the door.

"But, Poptart! You need to get in your breakfast! You never know when you'll need strength throughout the day!" Daisuke's mom advised. "Have a big bowl of oatmeal before you go! Please, biscuit?"

Daisuke eyed the food suspiciously. "That's poisonous."

"Oh, how right you are!! You passed the test! Yay, Daisuke!" His mom attempted to hug him, but Daisuke ducked and raced out the door.

"Hurry, hurry, son! You don't know when Risa will get on the train!" She shouted out the window. Daisuke froze.

"H-how do you know about that?" he shouted back. "I never talk to you or grandpa about anything because I'm too embarrassed to be seen with you!"

"I have my ways…" she answered maliciously.

"Well, don't shout stuff like that to the world!!!"

"Oh, relax, Daisuke, nobody knows who you are anyway!" his mom said, waving. "Bye-bye!"

Unfortunately, that was a lie.

Daisuke kept walking, deeply disturbed. Somehow his mom seemed to know everything about him… and so did everyone else. Which was probably because she shouted it out the window everyday. Daisuke growled and raised off to the train station.

"Hey, Daisuke!" said the train guy. Daisuke blinked and looked around.

"Me?" he asked, pointing to himself.

"Who else?" the train guy laughed. Daisuke sweat dropped, a little afraid.

"Um… yeah. I'd like to board the train. Here's my ticket."

"Okay. Thanks." The train guy stopped him for a second. "Oh, and good luck with Risa today." The train guy gave him a thumbs up.

"H-How does everyone know about this?" Daisuke thought out loud.

"Huh? Oh, your mom keeps us informed." The train guy grinned.

"Uh… okay…" Daisuke got on the train. 'I'm going to kill my mom for this...'

Daisuke got on the train and stared at the letter he wrote for Risa. It was a pretty letter on pink stationary. Daisuke hoped Risa liked pink. She always got on the train at 8:09 everyday. He knew this, because he inherited the "stalker gene" from his mom. And his weird friend has the stalker gene, too, but we'll get to him later…

The train stopped and Daisuke watched as Risa got on. Risa was a taller than him. She was five foot three and, yes, that was with her hair. It was long, so she tied it back with a bow. She had a twin sister, but Daisuke didn't think she was pretty. They don't look the same.

But then a bunch of other people got on the train, and Daisuke couldn't see her anymore. He considered crying… no, no, too masculine for that. He would have to push his way through the endless sea of people.

"Um… excuse me… sorry… excuse me… EXCUSE ME…HEY!!! EXCUSE ME!!!!!" Daisuke shouted.

"Hey, it's Daisuke!" someone said.

"Oh, no, not you too…" Daisuke growled.

"Ha, ha! Believe it!" the random person said. The guy laughed, but Daisuke just growled again.

"Yeah, whatever, now move it or lose it." The crowd stayed packed together. Daisuke gritted his teeth, then broke into a run. Suddenly, the entire crowd decided to jump to one side, so Daisuke charged into the back of the train. A few of his teeth chipped.

"… Ow…" Daisuke fell over. His vision was going all fuzzy. No, wait, Wiz was sitting on his face.

"WIZ?!" Daisuke ripped the rabbit thing off of himself. "What are you doing here?! Go home!"

Wiz stared up at Daisuke with his large eyes.

"Bad creature! Bad!" Daisuke took out a spray bottle and spritzed Wiz in the face. Wiz screeched and jumped out the window.

"Daisuke?"

Daisuke looked up. It was Risa, his true, blue, Scooby-doo, positively new, whoopty-doo love. She was staring down at him. Daisuke grinned at her and Risa winced.

"Ew… Daisuke, do you actually take care of your teeth?" Risa drew back in fear, eyeing his chipped teeth from the impact.

"Um, sorry, I just ran into a wall…" Awkward silence. "My teeth are usually shiny." Awkward silence. "… I use Crest. What do you use?"

Risa sighed. "You're really bad at small talk."

"Great! Let's talk about how bad I am!" Daisuke grinned weakly. Someone shouted, "Go Daisuke!" and "You da man!". Risa turned around.

"Who the heck are they?"

"I only wish I knew…" Daisuke said with a sigh.

"Last stop… Daisuke's hometown and Daisuke's school… please get off the train or we will have to call the police… by the way, good luck Daisuke," a robotic voice over the intercom said.

"Why is everyone wishing you good luck?!" Risa demanded, putting her hands on her hips as they left the train.

"Um… I have an exam today!" Daisuke lied, because Japanese people always seem to have exams. Suddenly, he stubbed his toe on the stairs and fell backwards.

"OW!!!!" he shouted, holding his head and foot at the same time.

"Hey, Daisuke?" Risa asked. Daisuke returned his attention to her.

"What is it?"

"… You're such a baby and a klutz."

Daisuke blinked. "Okay, klutz I get, but I am not a baby!"

"Yes you are, you're tearing up."

"WELL WHAT DO EXPECT?! I RUN HEADFIRST INTO A METAL WALL, THEN I STUB MY TOE AND HIT MY HEAD ON STONE STEPS! THAT'S INCREDIBLY PAINFUL AND, IF I WASN'T AN ANIME CHARACTER, I WOULD PROBABLY HAVE TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL BECAUSE I GOT A CONCUSSION OR GET MY TOE REMOVED OR SOMETHING!" Daisuke shouted. He coughed. "And now my throat hurts from yelling so much."

"Well, that's your own fault, isn't it?" Risa glared at him and walked away. Daisuke sighed. 'What a super day THIS is turning out to be...'

"Don't let her walk away, Daisuke!"

"Oh, not you again…" Daisuke sighed, turning around to see a group of dudes.

"Get up!"

"Run to her!"

"Before she's gone!"

"Oh, shut up!!!" Daisuke yelled at them and they cowered in fear. "Just go away... and stop crying!"

"So…" said Daisuke's best friend, Takeshi, marching up and down in front of Daisuke's desk, "You failed."

"Failed what?"

"With Risa, man!" Takeshi yelled, throwing out his arms.

"How. Does. Everyone. Know. This?!" Daisuke shouted, banging his head on his desk between each word.

"It doesn't matter how I know, dude! It matters what you're going to do about!" Takeshi yelled again. "Now tell me: what are you gonna do?"

"Takeshi…"

"Stand up and show me your game face!"

"Takeshi…!"

"I SAID STAND UP!"

"Takeshi, stop it. I'm not going to do anything, what's the point?" Daisuke said, angrily glaring at his friend.

"…Fine. In other news," Takeshi said, continuing. "I aim to be a reporter!"

"… That's great, but totally irrelevant. Why are you telling me this?"

"Because there's a huge event going on at 11:00. My dad's going to be there; he's a policemen, not to mention detective, investigator and horse whisperer!" Takeshi looked around. "But he doesn't want anyone to know about that last occupation."

"11:00? At night?"

"It was at 9:00, but it was changed for what ever reason," Takeshi explained, shrugging. "It's a painting thief! My dad is gonna be there and he told me not to come, but I'm going to hide in a tree and videotape the whole thing! Isn't that totally awesome?!"

Daisuke sighed (he sighs a lot!). "You do that, Takeshi."

"Oh, I will. I just need to find some film."

"So… that painting robbery," Daisuke said, interested for some reason. "What's it about?"

"Well, there's-"

Suddenly, someone came over. It was the coolest student at the school, Satoshi Hiwatari. Everyone loved Satoshi because of his three C's complexion (cool, calm and collected). Not to mention, there was no girl in school who could resist the awe-inspiring aura of his blue hair. He got good grades and scores on tests. There were even teachers who would jump in front of a moving truck to stop him from getting tire tracks all over his perfect face. Everyone knew who Satoshi was.

"H-Hello, Satoshi!" Takeshi stuttered. Takeshi was never talked to by cool people. "What an honor it is to be graced by your presence!"

"Yes." The light on Satoshi's glasses shone. "It is."

Takeshi fell over.

"He… he SPOKE to me!" Takeshi grinned stupidly.

"Pray tell, were you by any chance talking about the thief coming to the art museum this evening?" Satoshi asked Daisuke.

"Um-"

"Don't ask him, he doesn't know anything about it!" Takeshi quickly interrupted. "I can get all the details from my dad! He's a policeman/reporter/investigator/horse... nevermind, but he's going to be there tonight!"

"Sorry, but I need details now, um…" Satoshi paused. "Tim...mantha??"

"Takeshi, close enough," Takeshi replied quickly. "I know it starts at eleven on the dot and that it will be the first time in forty years that it's happened! I'm going to film it, do you want me to give you the tape?"

"Sure. That's... cool." Satoshi stared at Daisuke as Takeshi fell over again. "You look familiar somehow."

"Seeing as we have nearly every class together, that would make sense," Daisuke mumbled. "My name is Daisuke."

"Indeed. And I'm so popular, I suppose you already know who I am." Satoshi looked at the wall clock with a quick jerk of his head. "Look at the time. I must be off. Goodbye, Daisuke and Tony."

"Takeshi!" Daisuke's unwise friend shouted after him.

But Satoshi was already gone. Mysteriously.

"Wow... he's so... mysterious." Takeshi said, his eyes shining.

"Hence the exit. He's really not all that great..." Daisuke rolled his eyes. "You really do idolize him."

"Not idolize. Worship!" Takeshi took a Satoshi action figure out of his pocket. Daisuke stared out the window, wondering why he was still friends with this guy...