Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon: Digital Monsters.
A/N: Okay, so, Sora and Yamato are 16 here, so I guess you can figure out the others' ages. Read and review, so I can find out whether I should continue or not. XP

Tell Me

Ah, the relief of going to summer camp again.

Ishida Yamato watched his friend, Takenouchi Sora, who was laying on top of her sleeping bag, twist a lock of her auburn hair. She was silently writing on some red notebook, and was the only one still awake, besides him. "Watcha got there, Sor?" he whispered, not wanting to wake anyone up.

"You're still awake?" Sora asked, keeping her eyes on the notebook she was doodling on. She had a nightlight with her, so she could watch as she wrote.

"Yeah, I'm up," Yamato responded. The cabin at camp was suitable for a maximum of eight people. The whole gang--Taichi, Sora, Yamato, Koushirou, Mimi, Jyou, Takeru, and even Hikari--made up for their 'digitally interrupted' summer camp five years ago. The cabin was full of sleeping souls in their sleeping bags, in rows of two.

Matt smiled at Sora, thinking of the notebook she wouldn't take her eyes away from. "Can I see what you're writing... or drawing over there?"

Sora sighed, and closed the notebook. That was when Yamato noticed that the cherry-red cover had huge letters marked on it, reading 'SORA TAKENOUCHI'. She placed the notebook carefully under her pillow and shook her head. "No," the ruby-eyed girl answered.

"Come on, Sora, you can tell me anything," Matt told her, "I'm youw fwend, wemembew?" He pouted innocently.

Sora smiled sweetly at him, but ignored his comment, then began to yawn. "Go to sleep, Yamato-san," she told him, resting her head on her pillow, waiting for Yama to fall asleep before she did.

But Matt was somewhat anxious to know what the notebook contained... homework? Address book? Journal? ...Or perhaps her secret diary!? Yama had a smirk on his face. We'll see, he thought selfishly. He just had to know.

All I have to do is prove my theory--Sora likes Tai, he thought, And then I'll prove it to him and he'd be sooo happy! All thanks to me.

He closed his eyes, pretending to fall asleep. But as he had his eyes closed, all he could think of was all the funky things that would happen if he read Sora's secret diary.

~

He looked left, where Sora was fast asleep. Yamato half-smirked, half-chuckled. Oh, Sora, he thought, You'll be so humiliated once I read whatever is in there. Quietly getting up from his sleeping bag, he crawled next to her, so no loud creak would be heard. He knew that Sora was a light sleeper. But not that of a light sleeper anymore, he decided, Not once I read her secret diary.

Yamato was still laying down, crawled up right next to her, as if they were both sleeping on the same bed. Just in case she wakes up and sees me standing up, he thought.

Silently, he slowly touched Sora's soft white pillow. He tried to lift it up, but it was impossible to do so with just one hand. He sighed and slid his right hand beneath the pillow. His hand suddenly came in contact with a rougher surface, compared to the pillow. Yes! I got it, he thought and gave himself a toothy-grin.

But then again, he didn't get it. Sora's head was squishing Yamato's hand below her pillow. He gritted his teeth in pain, but succeeded in letting his hand out of the pillow. Nooo!!, Yamato thought. He had left the notebook under the pillow. He let out a slight groan. No way his hand was going back there.

So he was still laying down, crouched just beside Sora. And the most unlikely thing had happened. She turned around, her arm over Yamato's body. Then, she was pulling her arm closer to her, without realizing that she was actually hugging Yamato closer to her! She stopped as Yamato and Sora's nose were a millimeter apart. He could feel the warmth, the heat, the hotness. His cheeks were burning.

Then...

Oops!...she did it again. Sora pulled him closer to her, making their noses touch each other. Yamato watched Sora's perfect angelic face as she slept. He couldn't help but wanting his lips to meet hers.

Then...

Oops!...she slowly opened her eyes. A blink... two blinks... three blinks...

SMACK!

"Hey... what was that for?!" Ishida Yamato asked the now-awakened beauty, rubbing his head in pain. Sora was now standing, panting. She practically woke Taichi up. "...Mmm? Guys? What's going on?" he asked.

Sora glared at Yamato. "Ask him."

"Um. Okay.. what's going on, Yamato?" Taichi asked, still half-asleep. Matt shrugged, "She hit me with her fist. You know how strong she can hit sometimes."

Tai looked over at Sora. "Why'd you hit him?"

Sora put her hands on her hips. "He was about to kiss me," she said. Yamato faked a gasp. He can be a heck of an actor sometimes. "I did not!" he lied, "She was the one that was about to kiss me." That was not exactly a lie, so he figured that a little white lie wouldn't hurt.

Taichi looked quite uneasy though. "Okay, so what you two basically mean is that you were trying to kiss each other?"

"NO!" Yamato and Sora both yelled at the same time. This woke the other DD's up. Tachikawa Mimi stretched her arms and walked over to the arguing trio. "What's this?" she asked, "Screaming contest? Cause you know that I'd beat you..."

"No, it's just that Sora hit Matt on the head and they're both saying that they were trying to kiss each other," Taichi answered Mimi's inquiry before she'd actually start a 'Screaming Contest'.

"You got it all wrong, Tai," Sora said, "He's the one that was trying to kiss me."

"Nuh-uh," Yamato argued, "The other way around."

Soon, the rest of the DD's made their way to Taichi, Mimi, Sora, and Yamato. "What's all this fuss about?" Hikari asked. "That's what I'd like to know," Takeru added.

Yamato sighed. "Never mind...," he said, just wanting to get over it. Sora shook her head, "It's nothing."

"By the way, sorry," Yamato and Sora both said in unison. Then, Mimi groaned and Taichi sighed. The rest yawned and went back to their sleeping bags. Mimi and Taichi just sat up on their 'bags', just fooling around. Maybe flirting. Ack, who knows? Matt and Sora just went back into their sleeping bags--Sora writing something on her lil' fat book, and Yama just trying to sleep. Just for once, Matt decided not to think about the diary. He didn't need it to know how Sora felt right now.

~

"Any idea why Sora might be taking so long?" Taichi asked Yamato the next morning, "This is so unlike her. It's usually Mimi the one that's late."

Yamato looked away, as if he didn't care. His hands were on his hips, waiting patiently for the group to proceed--unlike Tai, who kept worrying why Sora was taking so long in the bathroom. Matt shrugged. "She's probably doodling on some notebook of hers," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind."

"No, really. What do you mean?"

Yamato sighed. "She was writing on some notebook last night. It was as if she was obsessed with it or something."

Taichi nodded in comprehension. He knocked on the girls' bathroom door again. "Hey, Sora! We're leaving without you!" he lied. Sora knew he'd never do such thing. "Just a second! Please!" she begged.

Taichi groaned. "Why would she be in the bathroom with 'some notebook'?" he asked Yamato. Matt shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows, who cares, I don't. I don't give a digimon's butt, that is," he replied. Tai scratched his head.