Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Don't sue me.

Miyako was beyond herself. It had begun as just an outing at the park with Daisuke, Ken and their partners. First V-mon and Hawkmon had absconded into the bushes. Fine. She could live with that (although she would never admit to them how cute she thought they looked together). But when Daisuke and Ken had begun to make more noise than she did talking, it had just blown a fuse.

"Fine! I can see when I'm not wanted!" she'd hissed. "Let's go, Wormmon."

Without asking his opinion, she'd grabbed the digimon and stalked away until she'd found a bench and plopped herself there.

"What's wrong, Miyako-chan?" Wormmon asked.

She threw her arms in the air.

"Nothing!" she answered angrily and unconvincingly.

Wormmon gave her a token don't-take-me-for-an-idiot look.

"Okay, alright. I, annoyed at them, all of them. And maybe jealous. I mean, What's wrong with me? All my friends seem to find their best matches and I just stand there alone. Does my hair look funny? Do I have a missing limb or what?" she ranted.

Interrupting herself, she got up.

"I'd like to think I'm a rather attractive young woman. And I make efforts, too!"

She gave her hips a couple shakes to emphasize her words.

"I think you're a ivery/I attractive young woman," Wormmon cut her off.

Miyako blushed at this. She gave the digimon her undivided attention and couldn't miss the admirative look in his eyes. She tried to resist. Okay, not very hard, but at least she tried

"Kyaaaaaa!! You're just too cute!"

Within the next half-second, the digimon was squeezed against the girl's relatively well-develloped bosom. Actually, he was snuggling there. Miyako came back to her senses and blushed thoroughly.

"Sorry!" she squeaked.

Wormmon smiled.

"No need to be."