This is the second chapter, and I KNOW it is short, but I'm still not entirely sure where I want to take this story (so it's a bit of a mess, which frustrates me like you wouldn't believe ) so I apologise i advance for any qualms you may have with it. I'm going to go back and fix the end of the first chapter (it's a little too happy) so I'll get on that ASAP... either way, I hope you like this chapter, and the next one will be longer, to make up for the minute length of this one.

Someone mentioned in a review (forgot the name - sorry) that I didn't include DaiTaKari friendship in the last chapter, and since I didn't I plan on actually having more chapters, I'll throw it in later chapters instead... so there's at least ONE thing I have going for me. Yay!

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Davis's semi-cheerful mood did not last long. His short reunion with Ken had been, at the very least, annoying and time-consuming. His friend had ordered some coffee extravaganza concoction, and half of it was whip cream. Who paid that much for whip cream? Pretty rich boys, was the obvious answer there. Davis's attention had been diverted throughout the brief meeting by the foamy moustache glued to the top of Ken's upper lip – just another thing for Davis to be jealous of; Ken had a moustache, and yet his infuriating self refused to produce more than a couple of scraggly hairs every now and then. That particular effect didn't go over so well with the ladies.

Now at home, tossing a baseball in the air and catching it as gravity pulled it back down, Davis tried to ignore the giggles coming from his sister's room. The high-pitched laughter eventually forced him to reach under his bed to (somehow) find a long-forgotten pair of earmuffs. They were pink, and relatively fluffy, but he didn't care anymore – what was one more torture in the life of a moody teenager?

He wasn't sure where Veemon was… not that he was in the disposition to receive company. Veemon had mentioned something about a vacation to the Digital World a few days ago… Davis shrugged mentally, not having the energy to do it physically. It was all the same to him nowadays. Hours and minutes blurred together like a watered-down painting, or a movie being fast-forwarded. He never knew what would pop up next, but he knew it would rush by just as fast as everything else. Nothing stayed the same, even for a second; the world around him was always changing, morphing into something strange and… weird. One moment they were innocent kids trying to save the world, and the next, they were older, more mature (in some cases) and bringing up words like "love" and "destiny". The only destiny Davis recognised was that of his food – it would all end up in his belly, one way or another.

He sighed, getting up off his never-made bed, dodging the piles of garbage, and exited his room, already a destination in mind. Not realising that he had forgotten to take off his latest accessory, the full-blown laughter coming from his parents, sister and sister's boyfriend did not make much sense… until he figured it out.

The wretched earmuffs were now in the trash bin.

I can't do anything right today, can I? He asked himself angrily. Davis kicked the loose stones and pebbles that littered the sidewalk beneath his feet, and he watched in satisfaction as they rolled and bumped over cracks in the cement, until their short journey ended metres from where it began. His trek down to the beach was slow – he felt like taking his sweet time – and the fresh air blew the stink off of him. Not literally, of course (he did shower every once in a while, obviously) but it cleared his head, and his sinuses. They had been feeling a bit stuffy and clogged as of late.

Just as he turned the corner, his shoes landing on the soft sand and he thought he was home-free, a bothersome voice cut into his happy thoughts.

"Hey, Davis!!" TK called out excitedly. For once, Davis wished that kid wasn't so joyful all the time. It irked him.

"What are you doing here?" the blond questioned, puzzled.

"Not much. Just taking a morning stroll." Davis replied, flashing his teeth in a fake smile (the kind he used on picture day).

"Uh, Davis? It's practically night." TK pointed out.

"So it is." Davis mused, as if pleased by this fact. "Well, then, best be off! See you around, hat-boy!"

TK stood there, baffled by this unusual behaviour in his friend. By the time he formed a reasonable question to ask, Davis was long gone, and revelling in the solace of his own private beach that provided the only company he needed at the moment – none.


Not much friendship going on there I suppose, but it'll crop up later, when Davis isn't in such an emo mood XD

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