Author's Note: This has the most awful title that needs to be changed. (EDIT: title changed).

AGE: 16 years old.

"But I'm terrible at it."

"You don't really know that if you don't try."

"I don't even understand why you ask me to do this."

"C'mon, it's easy. Just tell me what you're feeling right now."

"Umm... slightly hungry?"

Yamato grinned at her. "That's not what I meant."

"Well, I'm feeling kind of stupid."

"Good. What else?"

Good? Sora thought. What was good about that?

"Uhh... and embarrassed because you're way better at this than I am and you're still making me do it."

Yamato smiled. He makes me feel incredibly self-conscious, he scribbled down on his notepad.

"That's not what I said!" Sora cried.

"But it's what you implied," Yamato responded cheekily.

"Sometimes I can't decide between hitting him or strangling him because he's so impossible to deal with," Sora retorted.

I'm always so overwhelmed whenever he's around that I don't how to act, Yamato added.

"What? That's not –" Sora stopped when he started to note down something else.

I can't deny what I feel for him, he wrote.

"He needs to come back down to Earth." It didn't escape Sora's notice that Yamato had somehow managed to switch this from a general discussion about her feelings to one that was starting to focus dangerously on her emotions regarding a certain blond.

He's my whole world.

Sora rolled her eyes. "How is this supposed to be of any help again?"

Yamato shrugged. "Sometimes when I get stuck at writing, it's useful to try and come up with lyrics with someone else."

"But what we have so far is terrible!"

"I'm only writing down what you're telling me," Yamato replied innocently, although the corners of his lips twitched.

"You said you were going to improve it. But you're deliberately making it sound worse."

"You're not giving me a lot to work with, Sora Takenouchi."

Sora resisted the urge to smack his stupid, smug face with a cushion.

"What else?"

"He's an idiot."

Yamato laughed.

"And he only thinks that he's cute."

"Mhm."

"But he's not."

"Right."

"He isn't... he's just..."

"What?"

"An idiot."

"I'm sure there's more to him than that."

"Not really."

"His defining characteristic is how much of an idiot he is?"

"Yes..." Sora hesitated. "I suppose... sometimes, he can be incredibly sweet too."

"Ahh... if we dig deep enough we might find some remnants of a personality."

Sora giggled.

"This is good."

"And when he gets flustered and awkward, it's adorable."

"Mhm."

"And I really... I kind of... well..."

Sora stopped when she realised that Yamato's smirk had been getting wider and wider as she spoke. She also noticed that he hadn't written anything down for a while.

"This is all a trick." She narrowed her eyes at him and tried to ignore the self-conscious blush that was spreading up her neck.

Yamato chuckled. "I really am stuck, Sora. And this is helping."

"I bet it is," she grumbled.

Yamato gave her a boyish smile and Sora hated that he could make her melt so easily. Nope, not this time.

"Who said I was even talking about you anyway?"

"I certainly didn't," Yamato teased and Sora turned redder.

"Well, just so you know, I was thinking about this other guy the whole time."

"Right."

"This other guy who makes my heart race and my world spin and who's everything that I've ever wanted."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I see."

"What are you writing now?" she asked in an exasperated tone when he turned the sketch pad away from her.

"Nothing. Go on."

Sora crossed her arms. "This other guy isn't conceited or vain. And he thinks of others before himself and doesn't have ridiculous mood swings where he's erratic one minute and sulking the next. He's polite and humble. And he's a total gentleman."

"Basically, he's a bore."

"No. He's perfect."

"Right."

"Much better than the first guy I dated."

"So it seems."

Sora rolled her eyes when he wrote that down too.

Sora swallowed. "And I can handle this guy. I don't lose my cool whenever he's around. And he doesn't take up so much space in my head that I become so lost and completely... distracted..."

Yamato stilled for a moment as he stared at her. Then it was like the right switch had been turned on in his brain because he grabbed his notepad and started scribbling furiously.

"When I'm with him..."

Sora trailed off when she realised that Yamato was in a world of his own. She smiled at his intense look of concentration and the way he impatiently brushed his hair out of his eyes as his hand flew across the page. He paused once or twice to glare at the carpet (obviously deep in thought) or to cross out a line or two. Before long, he had filled almost the entire page.

Sora was content to just watch him for the next few minutes. When his hair fell over his forehead again, she reached up to brush it back.

Yamato looked up and blinked at the contact. Then his eyes softened slightly as he registered her.

"Can I see?" Sora asked.

Yamato smiled. "I'll show you when I've finished it."

"But, this is my song," she pointed out.

"Your song? What you gave me is that you're hungry, want to smack me and have fallen for another guy. The beginnings of profound song lyrics right there," he teased.

"You promised you wouldn't make fun if I helped!"

Yamato laughed. And then he had to duck and move out of the way fairly quickly as Sora grabbed the nearest cushion and started beating him with it. He managed to find a cushion of his own but his hits were wild and uncoordinated because he was laughing too much. In the scuffle that followed, Sora somehow managed to get him on his back and saddled his legs. She smiled triumphantly down at her boyfriend and raised her weapon high above her head intending to smack him directly in the face. He tried to push her off him and when that didn't work, he half sat up and pulled her down so that he was able to press their lips together.

Sora had only a second to register what had happened. And when he started kissing her, there really wasn't anything left for her to do except to drop the cushion and kiss him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and threaded her fingers through his hair.

Yamato growled – his way of letting her know that he didn't want her to mess up his hair like always but that he was going to let her anyway because he didn't want her to stop either. Sora giggled in response and he just yanked her closer without breaking contact.

Yamato pulled away from her much more quickly than she expected.

"You weren't thinking about that other guy just now were you?"

Sora smirked. "Maybe," she replied as she brushed the back of her fingers along his cheek.

Yamato tsked. "Well, I guess I'll just have to make you forget all about him then." He leaned forward and claimed her lips again.