Nightly Conversations

"I've always wanted to be in the limelight," a brunette types away while sitting in her bed under the covers.

"Is that so? I've always thought that the limelight leads to disastrous cover displays and slaps to one's reputation," a young male types while leaning back in his black leather corporate chair.

"You've been on magazines before?" The young brunette asks inquisitively.

"Well…let's say that I've had my fair share of slaps and praises."

"lol…we've been at this for a few hours…my goodness it's already two in the morning."

"Really now? I guess time flies when you're conversing with an inquisitive young teenager."

"Hey, hey, hey…watch it Mr.," a smile covering the face of the teenage girl, eyes sparkling with mirth. "Don't tell me that you're not an inquisitive young teenager as well! Cause otherwise you'd be knocked out on your bed and not here talking to me!"

"Point taken. Anyways, I'm guessing you have school today?"

"Yeah…Unfortunately. You?"

"Yes. I have school as well."

"Alright then," she sighs realizing that the night –rather early morning- conversation will be coming to an end. "I guess I'll ttyl then. I gotta go change into my PJs and hit the hay."

"Mmmm, such a delicious thought. Mind if I come over and enjoy the show?"

"Hey, you disgusting pervert! I'm not quite that age yet…and I doubt you are either. Hold that tongue of yours!"

"My apologies mi'lady. I shall take your leave and wish you a good night."

"And to you as well. Sweet dreams!"

"Well, after this conversation with you and the lingering thought of you changing into your PJs I shall indulge myself in sweet dreams."

"Wash your mouth out with soap."

"Good night blueeyedgrace. I'll talk to you later tonight then!"

"Good night coldbluedragon. See ya!"

Blueeyedgrace, also known as Téa Gardner, put her laptop aside and let out a deep breath. It was 2:04 and, well, Téa wasn't exactly tired. She had just finished a very riveting conversation with a man-hopefully-she'd been talking to everyday for the past three months. Her conversations normally went on for a few hours every night, and she usually had school the same morning, but she really didn't give a crap.

Coldbluedragon had been on an online chat room around 3 months ago, Téa discovered that it was his first time, so she decided to help him out and guide him through the whole process, and the new lingo. He was a fast learner, and adapted very quickly, but on the way, they had become very good friends. They talked to each other more than they talked in chat rooms, and learned a lot about each other and similarities they shared. For one, they both lived in Domino, both went to high school, and both enjoyed caramel and pecan ice-cream. She was curious as to what high school he went to, but she wouldn't give that kind of information out, so why should he.

Nevertheless, the two had clicked, and became instant chat buddies. At first, they talked every few weeks, then every few nights, then every night. And their conversations never died. Every day they had something new to talk about. Whether it was her friends making a fool out of themselves, or his brother making him crazy, keyboard keys were always on the move.

After changing into her pajamas- some boy shorts and a tank top due to the summer heat- Téa found herself relaxing into the cool comforter of her bed with her teddy bear, Mr. Daryl Jazzy, or DJ. With eyes staring out her open window, Téa steadily drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Meanwhile, coldbluedragon, also known as the famous Seto Kaiba, relaxed into his corporate chair. Propping his slender legs onto his desk, he folded his hands underneath his chin and rested his head on them. The grin on his face died away after he closed the conversation window with blueeyedgrace. Yes, Mr. Kaiba was in fact grinning- a rare occurrence as we all know.

Nonetheless, his late night conversations with this mystery woman were always interesting. He felt like with the help of this internet chat jumbo he could let loose and just be himself- something he couldn't indulge himself in all the time. Anyways his conversations with this young woman were a nice thing to come home to every night. His busy schedule called for more energy than he could provide, and yet with his daily dose of caffeine he seemed to do just fine-or so he thought.

Whatever he was feeling after his late night conversations wasn't unwelcome at all. His heart sped up at the thought of tonight's conversation and how a simple 'hello' would spark a new late night for the two teenagers. Closing down his computer, and cleaning the unopened files on his desk, Seto walked out of his office towards his little brother's room.

Mokuba was Kaiba's only family. His parents had died in a car accident and his stepfather wasn't the most comforting man. In fact, after Seto took over Kaiba Corp. at the tender age of 13, he hadn't seen his stepfather. Kaiba wasn't complaining at all. He'd rather raise his little brother than have that snake of a stepfather do it. The little kid meant too much for the older sibling-meant everything to him actually.

Seto walked into the little boy's room and discovered a ball underneath the comforter. Walking over to him, Seto set aside some toys that were strewn here and there. After giving his little brother a breathing hole underneath all the covers, Seto kissed him on the forehead, stroked his hair back, turned on Mokuba's night light, turned off the big lights, closed the door, and walked out of the room.

At two in the morning, the mansion in which the Kaibas resided in was humming with the music of the night. Kaiba crept into his bedroom, making sure not to wake Mokuba up. Changing into his silk midnight blue boxers and an undershirt, Kaiba slipped underneath his covers, let out a sigh, and lay his head to rest.

TEA'S POV

dream land

The date had gone fantastically so far. The man was a perfect gentleman. He had taken her to a very fancy restaurant, pulled the chair out for her, and recommended dazzling wine, which did wonders for the atmosphere between the two. The mystery man had arrived at Téa's house promptly with a bouquet of flowers-no…not roses- and this little surprise made the start of the date splendid and very charming. He escorted her to the car, opened the door for her, made sure she was comfortable and then started the car. Téa thought that this man was too good to be true and too good for her.

"Earth to Téa? Is my company that boring?" the mystery man asked, while finishing his last bite of food.

"Oh, heavens no…I'm just dazing off…thinking."

"Ah. May I inquire as to what captured your attention more than my company," he let out a small laugh.

Téa giggled as well, "Actually I was just thinking how scintillating a man you are. Where have you been my entire life?"

"I've been right here in New York, wondering where you have been my entire life."

Téa smiled.

After paying the bill, the gentleman took her to the beach for a nice walk among the sand and waves. Sitting down in the sand, the couple chattered about their lives, their dreams, their ambitions, their childhoods, and all too soon, the sky grew dark and it was time to head home. The man lent Téa his jacket while he, once again, escorted her to his car. The couple passed a small ice cream stand on the way back. One look at each other and the two agreed, a little dessert would be perfect. Téa insisted on paying for her own, but was shut down instantly when the mystery man offered cash to cover both their choices-pecan and caramel ice cream.

The couple took their time walking back to the car, enjoying the ice cream, cool night air, and each other. Throwing both their cups away in a nearby trashcan, the gentleman opened the door for Téa and slipped into the car. He insisted on turning the heater on, but Téa told him not to worry. The ride back was a pleasant one; the silences in between conversations were anything but awkward. All to soon, the drive came to an end, and the mystery man was helping Téa out of the vehicle, and up the steps to her New York apartment.

When they were both standing at her doorstep, he stopped her from entering the residence by pulling her body against his and enveloping her small form in his. He held her like that for a few minutes while looking up towards the sky and gazing at the stars that were visible to them. The sight of Téa-long chocolate colored hair disarrayed by the slight breeze, eyes sparkling in the moonlight, her lip gloss shining from the moonlight-took the man's breath away.

"I don't know which is more beautiful," he said, "the stars or you."

Téa let out a small laugh, and rested her head against his chest, "What do you mean you don't know which is more beautiful?"

Pretending to ponder a few seconds the mystery man replied, "I must have lost my head there for a moment. Of course you're more beautiful."

"That's better," Téa murmured before turning around in his arms and cradling his face in her quivering hands. Slowly she brought his head down to hers and before she knew it their lips met in an electrifying kiss.

As she pulled back-slowly-their eyes met and time seemed to stop still for them. He pulled Téa closer to him, as though his life depended on it. Then she looked up at him. His heart-as well as hers- was still pounding. For a few more minutes they stood there, holding each other.

A cool breeze rushed by and the mystery man lowered his head and whispered to Téa, "Let's get you inside before you catch a nasty cold."

Without thinking Téa asked, "Would you care to join me?"

"No."

Téa stood bewildered. No? She didn't quite understand.

He continued, "I don't want to ruin what we have over something that we would've done if I were to come inside your apartment. We'll leave it here, make our next date more interesting. I'll give you a call okay?"

"No," Téa stated. The gentleman looked confused while letting her go. "I'll call you."

He let out a laugh as he kissed her forehead and wished her a goodnight. Meanwhile Téa couldn't believe the man she had just spent time with. Every other man would have jumped at the chance to come inside her apartment. Why couldn't every man be like him…but…who was he?

End dream sequence

While Téa tossed around in bed with DJ-her teddy bear if you don't remember-she mumbled an incoherent "Where are you?"

The shrill sound of Téa's alarm clock woke her up at 6:00 in the morning. Groggy, and not ready to face the day with her daily energy, she sluggishly went to her closet to pick out her jogging clothes. Jogging was the only relief she ever had in the day—except talking with coldblueeyes every night. Putting her hair up into a ponytail, she slipped into her jogging gear, unhooked her IPOD from her computer, tied her sneakers, and was out of the door at promptly 6:15.

Téa usually immersed herself in the music pounding in her ears while she ran, but today she had something else on her mind. Her dream last night seemed so real, and so perfect. She dreamt about the day she would be treated like a princess like that. The past 18 years of her life have been wasted on dreams. Téa needed to do something to make all her dreams reality.

Her dancing career was becoming fast reality. She was looking forward to an acceptance letter from Julliard or another dance school that she applied to that was in the United States. Téa was thirsting for adventure outside her hometown. She was tired of being trapped in her small town.

Running down the pier, the sweet smell of sea mist brushed small streaks across her face, and along with her perspiration, this morning's run was proving to be great. Nodding at a few people who were also running or just walking their dogs, she approached a wooden bench. Slowing her pace, she took a seat. Her watch read 6:42. school started at 8:00.

After five minutes of silent rest, Téa stretched her dancer muscles, lithe, like a cat, and began her run back home. Thoroughly entranced by her music this time through, she enjoyed her run home. At least…up until…

"WATCH IT YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF HUMAN FLESH. SOME OF US ACTUALLY NEED TO GET SOMEWHERE THIS MORNING!"

Quickly whipping her head to the side, she watched as a car screeched to a halt to the side of her. She looked ahead and realized that the pedestrian sign still said 'walk', proving that it was her right of way.

"I beg your pardon?" She questioned, "Last time I checked, when the 'walk' sign is blinking it's the right of way for the pedestrian. So before yelling obscenities at an innocent pedestrian, get your eyes checked or get off of the road!"

The man inside the car, intrigued at this young girl's spitfire attitude, poked his head out of his car. Téa Gardner he thought. Go figure.

"Good morning to you Téa, I'll see you at school in an hour," the man smirked before driving around Téa and speeding up to get to his destination.

Kaiba. Téa said to herself. Why can't you just get out of my life? It'll make it a whole lot easier to just not have to deal with you.

However, what our fire-y teenager didn't know, is how much she'd regret saying that, and how much she'd deny saying it.

Hey to all of my readers!!!!!!!!!!! Nice to see you all reading my story again! Yes…I'm back…and with completely new inspiration. I've had amazing changes in my life, and I'm ready to start pouring everything out through this story, so hopefully all goes well. once again, thanks for sticking with me for I Drove All Night to Get to You, that story turned out to be a great success, and I'm hoping I could do the same with this.

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