Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-Oh!.

If any of you were wondering - yes, this is the short story I started before "Is This What Death Feels Like?" (btw if you haven't read it yet, I just posted it a few days ago, so it's fairly new.). I finally got around to continuing with it.

Before you flame me for this piece of crap, let me quickly defend myself: this is not meant to be some intricate piece filled with an elaborate plot or conflict. This is just Tea enlisting the help of her dance classmate, Amy Grover (my main OC), on getting Atem's attention. Very simple, more action than internal thought... well, you know.

Oh yeah, Atem has his own body for obscure, unexplained reasons.

And yes, the "song" in this songfic will be revealed and played out in the final chapter.

Enjoy (if you can).

Chapter 1

I can't believe I'm actually doing this, the brunette thought, as she scrolled through her phone contacts until she found the person she was looking for.

"Hello?"

"Amy? It's Tea."

"Hey Tea, what's up?"

"I need your help with something. You see, there's this boy–"

"Say no more! When are you seeing him next?"

Tea laughed. Amy Grover was always like that.

"Oh, we're supposed to hang out at my friend Yugi's place on Sunday. Not a date or anything, just me and the guys chilling together like we always do. My girl friends Mai and Serenity may be stopping by, too."

"Yugi? Yugi Mutou?"

"Yeah, you know him?"

"Dude, don't you remember Timbers's English class last year?"

"Oh yeah, duh. How could I forget? We were in a group together."

"Yup! I remember those stupid group projects... how Tim slipped and fell on his ass during our presentation..."

Tea suddenly remembered talking to Yugi about that for days. "Poor Tim," they would always say, in-between fits of laughter.

"Good times."

"Absolutely. So, tell me about this boy. What's his name? What does he look like, is he hot?"

"Umm..."

"Hey, on second thought, I gotta get ready for my mom's birthday dinner. You can tell me about him later. You free this Saturday after dance class?"

"I think so..."

"Great! I'll bring my car. We're going to the Boulevard!"

"The Boulevard? For what?"

"Shopping, of course! If you're gonna hang out with the guy, you need to look good, right?"

Tea thought for a moment. She and Amy didn't quite share the same fashion sense. "Yeah, I guess so," she replied, though hesitantly.

"Have I ever been wrong?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Remember that time last year? The name 'Jacob Lee' ring a bell?"

"Hey, I swear I thought he was at least 16."

Tea snorted. "Too bad he wasn't."

"It's not my fault middle schoolers are running around doing meth and looking twice their age."

"Jake does meth?"

"No... but that's not the point."

"Amelia Marianne Grover!" Tea heard a voice yell in the background.

"I'm coming, Mom! Anyway, I gotta go. See you at dance class, Tea!"

"Wait – your middle name is Marianne?"

"Yes... don't you say a word... bye!"

-click-

Tea placed the phone on its cradle, heaving a weary sigh. She had known Amy since middle school; she had always had an unexplainable amount of experience with boys. However it was true; although Amy undoubtedly knew her way to a boy's heart, she wasn't always right. Tea somehow felt that Atem did not fit in the many generalizations of the men Amy was used to dealing with. Still, she hadn't gone shopping at the boulevard in a while...

Tea noticed something, as she followed Amy to the dance studio's parking lot – Amy definitely upgraded her ride.

"So... what happened to the ol' Civic?" she asked as she stepped into her companion's relatively-new black Nissan Ultima. It still had the new car smell.

"Totaled," Amy replied nonchalantly. "Some jackass ran a stop sign and slammed into my passenger side going 47. I guess that's why we wear seatbelts, right?"

Tea raised her eyebrows nervously as she slid the seatbelt across her body. "Definitely."

"Alrighty, off to the Boulevard we go!"

The girls' destination, the Boulevard, was known as the biggest shopping plaza in the county, about ten miles away from Domino City's border, in a city named Hogantown. Tea had always compared Hogantown to places she had visited, such as New York City and downtown Los Angeles – urban, very city-like, lots of movies and shopping plazas, every street corner carrying that strong odor of marijuana.

"So, tell me about this boy!" Amy said excitedly, as if she was anxiously waiting to ask since their phone conversation earlier that week. They finally hit bumper to bumper traffic heading into the city, enabling Amy to concentrate on the much-anticipated inquiry.

"Umm..." Tea began twiddling her thumbs, trying to find an accurate way to describe him. Come to think of it, she never really had to describe Atem to anyone... the gang knew who he was, and she knew him, too. Amy was considerably the first person she had ever told he even existed of whom was outside that social circle.

"Umm... well... he's really sweet, but confident. He's usually not as talkative as the rest of us, though when he speaks you can totally tell that he's very intelligent and polite, and his voice is deep like a baritone."

Tea paused, waiting for any input from Amy, of which only resulted in a brief, hanging silence.

"So, what does he look like?" she asked, almost impatiently so.

"Oh, he is quite attractive. He's... err... an older brother of Yugi's, and they have similar hairstyles, though Atem has a nice tan..." she took a short pause to sigh in wonder, "...his body is incredible. He's on the skinny side but he's nicely toned. His face is so handsome and mature. Oh and his eyes, Amy... they're so wonderful. He has violet eyes, and they're so beautiful, I can't even make eye contact with him without getting lost in them..."

Tea stopped, only to notice that Amy was chuckling as she stared at traffic up ahead, twirling her long, curly sandy-brown hair in her slender fingers. "Tea, you are too funny. As soon as I ask you about him, you start rambling about him like a little school girl crush."

The brunette found that her face was warming. "Yeah, well... he just seems like the perfect guy, is all."

"You really like this boy, huh? Your face reminds me of Jacob's face when I smacked him... when he told me that he was thirteen... and horny."

Tea frowned. "That's disgusting."

"Tell me about it. Hold on, I'm going to miss this turn."

"You're going 12 miles an hour."

"I'm also two lanes over from where I need to be."

Tea sighed, leaning back into her seat, idly watching driver after driver give Amy the finger for cutting them off, wondering if all this effort would be worth it.

To be continued...

Like I said - action. Things are happening constantly.