Balcony
My mother was just seventeen when she got married and only did because she was pregnant with me. My grandmother tells me this story every other week in an attempt to warn me away from Ryo and Takato. She doesn't know about my early morning visits to the beautiful Katou girl's balcony.
Some nights we just sit and watch the stars as they twinkle and eventually fade into a sea of orange and yellow. Other nights have been spent in a passionate embrace. Leomon and Renamon stand guard nearby as my girlfriend, once again, tries to get me to go further, remove that extra bit of clothing and put my hands on that newly exposed skin.
But I can't. My grandmother's words of warning ring in my ears as Jeri's hand goes to that whole new place. My mother's mother is silenced as the amazing woman before me slams her lips on mine.
Her lips have long since left mine and I'm struggling for breath as I run home. Jeri's house isn't all that far from mine but everything seems to be longer right now. It's like this every morning we get carried away. Jeri smiles as I, once again, climb down from her balcony.
As soon as I leave her father walks into the room and looks through every possible hiding place. When he doesn't find me in her room he looks out to the balcony we are frequently in various states of undress on. Still not finding me he sticks his head over the side of the concrete wall and looks up and down the street. He'll never find me, I'm already halfway home.
By the time I get home my grandmother has breakfast on the table and is waiting for me at the gate. She thinks I go on a morning run around the neighbourhood. I walk in and eat my breakfast. My mother comments on how happy I always look after my morning run. Yes mother, the run makes me happy.
At precisely 8:07 A.M. the Nonaka residence recieves a call from the Katou house. This call is always taken by me.
Jeri and I talk about anything but the last few hours. It's like this every morning.
On the stroke of midnight I sneak out of my house, which isn't all that hard to do considering the large size of the place. Ten minutes later and I scale the side of Jeri's building. When I get to her balcony she is standing there waiting for me with that cute as hell smile on her face. At 1 A.M. we usually run out of thing to talk about so the physical entertainment begins. Five hours later and the sun is peaking over the horizon. Jeri's father wakes up at seven so we spend an hour cuddling in the morning air. On the stroke of seven I decend from her balcony and head home to sleep before my 1 P.M. class.
"Parting is such sweet sorrow," Jeri quotes before kissing me deeply and sending me on my merry way.