Okay, so the story is about Matt running away from his father because he thinks his father is mad at him. Well, that's pretty much it. Oh yeah, I don't own Digimon.

Running.

Running. I have to keep running.

But, where am I going?

It must be close to midnight by know. No one will be up. I have no where to go. No where. I can't go back home.

Why did I run?

Why do I have to be this way?

I stopped running. When did I stop running? When did I get on the ground? This is so stupid. I'm stupid. What was I thinking running off like that?

"Matt? Is that you? What are you doing out here?"

Someone's talking to me now, but I can't really hear them. I don't care. I don't care who they are or what they have to tell me. Why can't everyone just leave me alone? That's all I ever wanted was to be alone.

"Just leave me alone."

"Matt are you okay?" Why should he care? "Do you want me to take you home?"

Home? I don't have a home anymore. I know I won't be welcomed back. My father must hate me now. Because I'm a freak. I. . .I . . .I can't go back. I just can't. Why am I crying? Why?

"Matt?" He's now on the ground next to me. Why does he care so much? "You don't want to go home do you? Did something happen?"

"Maybe."

"I see. Well, I know you won't tell me so come on home with me."

He got up and then grabbed my hand. He's smiling at me and it makes me feel that everything will be alright. But I know it won't. He'll hate me too. Once he finds out. He'll hate me forever. So maybe I won't tell him.

"Come on Matt, off the ground." He said.

"Why were you out here so late?" I ask.

"Well, I was at Izzy's and I kind of fell asleep when he was explaining something. I guess he never noticed. You know how he gets when he's on the computer."

"Won't your mom get mad?"

"About what? Me coming in late? I already called her. She's not mad. Or about me bringing you home? My mom loves when I take friends home so she won't care Matt. Come on."

He led the way, never once letting go of my hand. It felt nice. I was happy. I felt safe with him. I felt. . .I don't know what I felt, but it felt nice.

"Well, here we are."

His mom was waiting for him when we walked in. He told her that I was crying out in the park and didn't want to go home. She said it was alright if I stayed the night, but I was to call my dad.

"Okay." I said. She then went to bed.

I never called my father. I'm sure he doesn't care where I am. He probably hopes I got hit by a car or something.

"Coming to bed Matt?" Doesn't he realize how awkward that sounds?

I crawled into bed with him and he wrapped his arms around me. It felt nice, but why? Why was he always so nice to me?

"Matt? What happened?" He asked. "Why are you so sad?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Did your dad do something?" He asked.

"Yes." But he didn't really. I just thought he would. Maybe he really wouldn't have done anything. "No. No, he didn't do anything."

"Then what's wrong?"

"I'm a freak."

"No your not Matt."

"Why do you care so much. Why do you care so much about me, Tai?" I asked.

"Because I love you."

He. . . .love. . .no, he can't mean it like that. He doesn't love me like that.

"Matt?"

"Do you really?" I said. "Do you really love me?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"How? What do you mean? You're my best friend Matt."

"That's what I thought."

"But. . .but I love you more than that too Matt."

"I love you too Tai."

And then I knew that everything would be okay. I knew that I was safe, I was loved, and I wasn't a freak. It's because of him, the one I love.

The End

And this is what happens when I get bored. I hate it, but that's just because it's not funny at all. What's wrong with me? It's all . . .no I won't say it. Love, it's disgusting. Why did I write this. Anyway, Review. And oh yeah, Matt's dad was of course looking for him. He's a nice guy.