Matt: Who cares? Let's run him over!
GM: Ahh! You idiot, you got crap all over my car!
Matt:Sorry!
GM: You're not driving, EVER again.
Okay, okay. I know. That was really lame. New one, here goes.
Can't Buy Me Love - The Beatles Prologue: You're My Number One - S Club 7
Takari or Daikari? PataGato or VeeGato?(somehow PataGato and VeeGato don't sound right...) I dunno, anything can happen!
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T.K. had just arrived at the Kamiya's, checking his watch. It was nine, just on time. While his finger was reaching for the doorbell, he was thinking. Wondering if he actually had the guts to do something like this, or whether he should have turned tail and fled. Too late.
The bell echoed around the place. He sweated as he adjusted his vest.
He was wearing a new pair of blue pants, a yellow shirt and a green vest. Of course, he couldn't abandon his favourite hat, except he wore it a bit back this time. He got a pair of glasses, not because he needed them, though. Kari thought he looked more sophisticated in it. It tended to get all smudgy and dirty, so he put it on his head, just in front of his hat.
He heard footsteps coming. The door was opened.
"T.K.. How are ya?" Tai asked.
"Hey. I'm fine. You?"
"Doing great. Kari's in the bedroom, I'll go get her. Help yourself to the fridge, yeah?"
"Wait, I didn't say anything-" too late. Tai was gone. Out the door. "Ahh, well..."
T.K. went to the living room. The tv was on. Saturday morning. Inu Yasha was on. He decided to sit down. Bit of a mess, he thought. Football. 'Must be Tai's.'
"Tee Kay?" Kari came in.
"Err, hiya Kari."
"Come in here." she said.
"Happy Valentine's day." T.K. held out the bouquet of flowers and the box of chocolates.
"Ooh, T.K.!" Kari sniffed the roses. Smelt sweet. A bit like T.K.. She tried the chocolate. Mmm, nougat... my fav- I mean HER favourite. Aww, man, now I feel like eating. Be back in a sec... Okay where was I?
"Gee, T.K., this is nice. Thanks. I didn't get you anything, though..."
"S'okay. I'm cool wit-"
"Oh yeah! Wait here a while!"
T.K. stood there, waiting. He noted the new shelf next to the tv. Full of Kari's stuff. Mostly things like S Club, Simple Plan, Utada Hikaru, Linkin' Park. Nothing that suggested Tai ever put anything there. Oh, and a new PS2.
"Here, T.K.." Kari brought out a CD.
"Led Zeppelin?" T.K. queried.
"Yeah. It's Matts. He needs it back. To listen. For the concert next week." Kari informed.
"Oh. Okay." T.K. said.
"And here." Kari threw a shirt at him.
"My old shirt?" he looked thrilled to have it.
"Yeah. I know how much you wanted it back. Hmm..." Kari stared at his hair.
"What?" T.K. asked.
"Maybe these glasses weren't such a good idea." she snatched it from his head. "There."
"Hey, Kari?" T.K. called.
"Yeah?" she answered.
T.K. leaned in closer to Kari, slowly.
"You said something about a concert?" he asked.
"Oh yeah. It's next Saturday. Didn't he tell you about it?"
"No, I don't think so." T.K. pondered it a while.
"Okaaay..."
"Well, wanna go?"
"Sure!" Kari replied.
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At the local cyber cafe...
"Izzy? What are you doing here?" Joe asked.
"Looking through a glass onion..." he replied.
"What?" Ken looked at him.
"Oh, sorry. Just getting some stuff. My internet's busted." he said.
"I see." Joe sat down next to him.
"You guys? Lemme guess, CS?" Izzy quipped.
"No. 1942." Davis responded.
"Oh okay." Izzy inserted a fresh CD into the burner.
"Erm, guys? I'm only staying an hour." Davis said.
"What? How come?" Matt queried.
"I've got a date with Kari." Davis replied happily.
Tai, Mimi, Ken, Joe, and Sora looked at him and started whispering to each other.
"Err, okay. Good for you, Davis." Sora grinned. Or rather, what should have been a grin.
"Don't believe me? Fine! You'll see. I'll show you." Davis started the game.
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In a private room in a private club on private property in... Bah! You get the idea.
"'kay. You're doing a barre A minor."
"Hey, Matt. I thought it was Am7."
"It WAS. Okay, try this." he handed Mark a tab.
(insert some crap here, that was WAY toooo stupid)
Mark tried it. It sounded...
"What the? Who came up with this?" Mark stared at it.
"I don't know! Ask the author." Matt responded.
Hey, gimme a break! I really suck! Oh wait, Matt did it, not me, hahahahahaha!
"Dang you. Well, then I guess I wrote it. By the way, that was too slow. Make it faster. Try to make it work, 'kay Mark?" Matt asked.
"No prob." Mark replied.
"Okay, Stuart?" Matt called.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"Here's the-"
Note: The author knows absolutely NOTHING about bass because he sucks and all he can do is eat chips and play videogames all day long, so he won't do anything for this bass section. Instead, let's skip it. Unless someone who plays or reads bass wants to help him out. Anyone? Anyone?
"-and that's that. Well, can ya do it?"
"Let's see..."
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Much later, when everyone's done with whatever they were doing and the author's not bothered to do this section because he's a lazy punk and he never cleans up. At least, that's what his mum says. Well, back to the story.
The clock on the wall read 11.30pm. T.K. had just brought Kari back from a movie. Right to this point, they both felt they had too much popcorn. Kari was wrapped in T.K.'s arms as they came to her front door. Well, you know what I mean.
"Thanks, T.K.. I had a great time." Kari smiled.
"Yeah, no prob." he grinned.
"So, wanna stay a while?" she asked.
"Nah. Can't. Matt needs me back at home. He needs quite a bit of material. Apparently, the only thing he knows about the computer is his messenger, his email, and windows media player."
"Well whaddya know? Well, guess I'll see you tomorrow, then." Kari said.
"Yeah, I suppose so." T.K. replied.
"Sooo, you... doing anything tomorrow?" Kari asked.
"Well, not much." T.K. responded.
"You doing anything now? Besides helping Matt." Kari grinned.
"Well..."
Kari stepped forward and wrapped her arms around T.K.. Yanking him towards her, she puckered her lips and pressed them against his. T.K. took a couple of seconds to recover from the shock before he started to relax. He leaned forward and kissed her back, holding her tighter. Kari couldn't believe it, it still felt sooo good after such a long time. The pure emotion running through her veins, sending chills up her spine and making her heart pound like crazy... it was too much, and yet, she didn't want it to stop. Ever. However, she WAS human, and humans DO need to breathe... so eventually they let go, gasping for air.
"Whoo, Kari! Where did that come from?" T.K. was breathing heavily.
"Heh heh. That's why I can't wait to be sixteen." Kari looked up at him.
"You know what that sounds like?"
"Yes, I do."
They were lost in each others eyes for a few seconds. Kari looked in T.K.'s sparkly blue eyes and T.K. looked in her sweet pink ones. It was a while before both of them snapped back to reality.
"Well..." Kari said, slipping her hands away "See you tomorrow, T.K.."
"Bye, then."
T.K. turned and walked back. Chilly streets and biting winds accompanied him back home, yet he felt warm. He didn't have a jacket, or a coat, or a sweater. Not that he needed one.
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Well, that's it. I'm leaving it as the prologue. Wait till the next chapter, I've got something planned. Which might be a while. ...Help me... I'm caught between my two great loves... this and rock music. Can't concentrate, everytime I sit down to write my guitar just stares at me like that and augh! I can't decide whether to finish this or turn on Deep Purple. And it's sooo distracting... AAHHHHH!
So, Matt has a rock band. I'm still thinking of a name for them. Maybe Black Night. Or Locked Guns. Maybe Staticity. I don't know. Any suggestions? Mail me at . Or do what everyone does. Leave comments, critiques, not flames, or any of those suggestions. Or even requests. Everyone needs inspiration :).