Prequel. Ta da. Songs by Paramore, All Time Low, Taylor Swift and 5SOS :) I'll work on it after I end A Daydream Away.

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-The only exception-

Sora Takenouchi was crying today. Another day, another fight with her mom. Why couldn't she come with her dad instead? She'd rather help her dad with his research than run a shop, thinking she'd never be the kind of daughter her mom would truly love, cherish, and be proud of. She didn't like flowers and frilly things so much, very different from what her mom expected her to be. This time, she was crying because her mom didn't allow her from attending yet another soccer game. Unlike the usual practices, this game was considered the regionals of their small little town, the girl was devastated. Sora knew her mom knew she was crying. But she also knew all she's going to do is to convince her dad that Sora is, and always will be wrong.

She lost her friends, the ones she thought would stay. She became lonely, yet she still kept doing the one thing she truly loved. Soccer.

A few months later, she gave up talking to anyone, make new friends, because if her mother and her teammates wouldn't want to try understanding her, who would?

It was the first day of training. She rolled her eyes, noticing majority of the members were male. The coach paid attention to a certain bushy-haired goofy-looking boy, seeming to acknowledge his skills. He wasn't bad. She narrows her eyes at him while watching him play. Turning her head, feeling a gaze on her, she sees a short maroon-haired boy, who looked terrified while avoiding her. She crosses her arms.

What are girls doing here? A voice irrelevant to her echoes in the air. Strange how she wasn't the only girl on the whole team.

That one's new. I heard she ditched her old mates on a competition last summer Sora clenches her fists, trying hard to ignore the boys angering her. This nine year old believed her dad was the only boy she could trust. If only the coach weren't here, she could rip the idiots' teeth out. She almost smirks thinking about that.

"Cut it out, guys. You're being noisy. Now help me place the cones." Brown bushy hair calls out. The other players glare but follow him immediately. Sora raises her eyebrow at him.

"I can take care of myself." She utters firmly, taking a ball from the supposed leader.

"I'm Yagami Taichi." The boy holds out his hand, smiling brightly. Sora thought it was strange. Kids like these still exist?

Sora doesn't shake his hand. "Takenouchi Sora."

When the coach divided them into two groups, the rest of the girls protested Sora being in their team, knowing of the rumors that she was a let-down, thus he had no choice but to put her with Taichi and the scared redhead. Sora was expecting it.

"Just let us take care of things, girly." A fat kid said. Sora scrunches her nose in disgust, observing his double chin.

Taichi ignored him and faces her, with that annoyingly shiny smile. "I heard from Coach you're a really good player. Care to be on the offense with me?" He offers.

Sora couldn't say no. Since then, all throughout the first season, they were known as the perfect leaders in soccer, consistently achieving goals as partners. Sora and Taichi. The unseparable duo, as everyone who knew them called. But at that point, she still had her guard. She wasn't going to open up to someone just because they're better than her in her favorite sport.

Another fight with her mom escalated a few months later. It was bound to happen. She was off to soccer practice, when Toshiko told Sora to stay, for a clan reunion dinner. In the end, she ran away from her mom's wrath and attended practice. Taichi was the only one who noticed she was acting strange. Sora didn't know he asked the coach to fix the equipment, just so he could talk to her.

Then it started raining. Sora was glad Taichi stayed. With an umbrella. She told him everything, and he walked her home, introducing himself to her mom, who was quite relieved.

Though she wasn't aware of it, she was making a best friend out of him, Taichi slowly ripped her heart open and made himself comfortable inside as time passed. He made her want to be herself again. The real Sora. She saw light in his eyes, reviving what was left of her heart. When she developed her motherly instinct, she finally realized there is always someone like Taichi, who's completely oblivious of how much they matter to people like her.

-Somewhere In Neverland-

People didn't like talking to Ishida Yamato. They didn't like how his cold piercing eyes stared at space, or how he plays his creepy harmonica, or how he doesn't have the natural initiative to talk to anyone. He was a lone wolf. And everyone knows it. When he entered the digital world with his little brother, he found what he wasn't expecting to find. Acceptance. Belonging. At first, he always denied that he could trust these people, the Chosen Children. The only thing that mattered to him was Takeru and himself. To get out of the messed-up place alive. That was before he met his best friend. Before, Taichi was a rival. He's always seen the boy as immature, insensitive, and bossy. How could this airhead be the leader? Because they fought, a lot, he discovered all of those terrible qualities were also inside of him. That he shouldn't hate what he doesn't understand. He didn't learn all that from only Taichi. There was always someone brave enough to get in between their arguments. Someone who wanted to understand him, for once.

Yamato always wondered why Sora was ashamed of her crest. He knew along with the others that love fitted her perfectly. All of the children felt comfortable talking to her. She was home in a strange place. He felt safer. Unfortunately for Yamato, Taichi's voice was the only one to reach the depths of Sora's mind, heart and soul. Yamato knew it wouldn't matter if he said that she was wrong, if he did that, they'd only fight. But when Taichi did, she would stop and listen to him. So he kept quiet.

He was surprised to hear Taichi teasing him with Sora sometimes. Perhaps he wasn't such an airhead after all. During the start of middle school, he told Taichi about his developing crush. Taichi was annoying him, as usual.

"Aw, Yama-chan. That's so cuuuute." The brunette pinches his cheeks. Yamato glares. Taichi laughs in response. "I'm sorry. Were you expecting anything else from me?"

"Support, maybe?"

Taichi snickers. "You didn't actually think I'd stop you from crushing on Sora, did you?" His statement brought Yamato relief. "You two are my best friends."

But since then he overlooked a small detail he shouldn't have. That Taichi never ever adressed Sora as just his best friend.

Also that when Taichi lies, he never does it for himself. He does it to make others happy. That's just the way he is.

But it's always been difficult for anyone to figure out when Taichi lies.

In middle school, Yamato was relieved that the other original children were in a different grade level, so he could get to know Sora better, as well as the other way around. And he was right about her. She listened to his opinions, she cared about him and his family, she made him forget his misery. She was his reason to put an effort in everyday. He only found himself falling deeper, Sora making him feel like he was someone special.

Love does blind a person. Even the smallest details could make a big difference. One time, Yamato saw her fall during a tennis match, accidentally getting hit by a ball. He ran over to the field as quickly as possible. It was also Taichi's soccer practice. The two sports were being held beside each other, the tennis court on the right of the field. The brunette was closer to Sora in distance.

"Why didn't you carry her to a seat or something?" Yamato asks Taichi, the blonde almost frustrated.

Taichi smirks. "I never help Sora unless she calls me. She calls me when she needs me." He turns to the girl. "Besides, I know she can take care of herself." It was only a sprain and Sora barely needed anyone to help her sit on a bleacher. Yamato failed to notice the grateful look Sora gave Taichi at that moment. He didn't care. All he cared about was Sora. Sometimes, that's not what love's all about.

Thinking about her, Yamato always thought run away with me, I know I know I sound crazy

Don't you see what you do to me?

I wanna be your lost boy

Your last chance, a better reality

He never thought someone else could be her Peter Pan. Or better yet, that she doesn't need anyone to save her. Just someone who's been there and always will be.

-Stay Stay Stay-

Eight-year-old Mimi Tachikawa expected more children. A party just for her. She was wearing her prettiest pink gown, complete with red bows around her strawberry blonde locks. Her smile immediately disappered seeing large older men wearing tight suits with glasses of dark red beverages. A formal dinner. She whines to her parents.

"Mimi-chan, don't worry. There's one person I'd like you to meet. I think you'll get along very well." Satoe caresses her daughter's cheek endearingly. Mimi was crossing her arms, irritated, but her parents and all the adults still said she was cute.

And that's when she suddenly laid her eyes upon the nerdiest boys she could think to see. There were two of them, one taller than the other.

"Mimi-chan, this is Kido Jyou. He's 2 years older than you, but he's really nice." Her mom introduces. She raises an eyebrow to the boy and looks up, meeting the eyes of the expectant parents of each other.

Once they became friends, Mimi was the dominant one. She demands what she wants, and he's always compliant to be of service. Because Jyou was taught how to be understanding, wise, and reliable. When she was having trouble with history, he was there. When she needed someone to push her higher on the swing, he was there. When she cut her knee due to tripping on a game of tag, he was there to disinfect it, even if he wasn't playing.

And boy when she was mad,

"Why is Mimi-chan ignoring us?"

"It's because we didn't tell her about our new matching dolls. She's so shallow. Guess we're not friends anymore."

Mimi twitched at the sound of her friends' voices. No one liked her when she was mad. When she was displeased.

Only one boy talked to her.

"Mimi-chan, would you like to get matching dolls with me?" He says with a goofy smile and red face, trying hard to turn her frown upside down.

And that's the time people started calling Jyou cool. Because Mimi Tachikawa said so.

When she turned thirteen, they both matured. She became more independent, but still a lot clingy and cute. He became more composed, but still a lot geeky and clumsy. When she needed help grocery and in general shopping by herself, he'd carry the bags. When she's sick, he'd visit her and cook her porridge after school.

When she was mad,

"Jyou! I still don't get why the damn Americans laughed at my bent-o!" She complains over the phone. He laughs. Mimi blushes. "You think it's funny?"

"Yes. It's cute when you're angry. You can't help but notice the little details."

"At least I'm cute."

"Gives you a reason to be angry." He laughs again. Mimi isn't angry anymore, unlike when she was a kid, all she needs to feel better is to hear him say that it's alright to be like this. Like herself.

Stay stay stay

I've been loving you for quite some time time time

You think that it's funny when I'm mad, mad, mad

But I think that it's best if we both stay

And he never left.

-Lost Boy-

I'm coming because I need to find you

Is anybody there who can rescue

Somebody like me

Cause I'm just waiting

For somebody like you

Somebody like you

Without you I'm a lost boy

Taichi sighs, scribbling the words on the back of his math notebook. He wasn't going to listen to the lecture today. Yamato said when he's bored, that's what he does. He writes song lyrics, the first ones that comes to his head whether his own or of others. Taichi wonders if Yamato will write songs about Sora. Unfortunately, the brunette can't. He can only dedicate these words to her.