Hey there, so… Yeah, no reviews for the first chapter which is completely understandable. However, I do enjoy the occasional review now and again. Anyway, this is the second installment of the blabber I call a story. I don't own Digimon, and I doubt I ever will. So instead of making the characters make a disclaimer for me in a completely singular conversation with myself rping as more than one character I'll just make it clear.

I don't own the basic premise of this story (being Digimon) or the characters therein.

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"Stop moving Miyako, I might stab you if you keep fidgeting," Sora anxiously continued pinning the skirt to Miyako's size before turning to look at Hikari. "Does it fit okay?" Hikari spun cheerily, the light pink skirt flared upward for a moment before settling at about knee length, the white embroidery creating a pleasant contrast to the soft seashell color.

"It fits perfectly Sora, honestly, you worry too much." Hikari then skipped over to help Mimi zip up the rest of her dress, the zipper being too far down her back. As Mimi's dress came together, Sora finished pinning the black pencil skirt and stepped back to admire her handiwork.

"Hm, when do you have this super important business meeting with this hot shot competing company guy?"

"Next Thursday, do you think this'll be done by then? If you want, I can up the payment to one hundred," Miyako offered, peering down at the woman who was almost raving over the tiny threads hanging off the bottom edge.

"Don't be ridiculous of course it'll be done, and all of you have already discussed the price with me. We agreed that you guys would pay me no more than seventy dollars, it's not like I really need the money." Sora waved off Miyako's suggestion, pulling out a tiny pair of clippers, snipping away efficiently. "Besides, I'm your friend, and I really don't like you guys paying me."

"It's still work Sora, and we're still customers. We may be more awesome than the run of the mill people you get in the store, but we're still making purchases. Therefore, we must give money as an exchange. It's called commerce." Hikari retorted, still flouncing about happily, as she pulled out her ringing cell phone. "Hello? Oh, Daisuke!" With a quick glance at her friends as they hooted and hollered at her, she stuck her tongue out and stepped into the hallway.

"They're so adorable together." Mimi watched Miyako sigh longingly.

"What's wrong hon? Come on, tell Mama Mimi," Mimi cooed at Miyako teasingly as the girl chuckled.

"It's nothing of importance."

"Oh, but it is. You are our friend, and thus, since we are girls, we must make small talk!" Sora gestured to herself and then her two friends. "And I nominate that you go first." Pointing triumphantly at Miyako, Sora settled into one of her large white chairs, sinking into the cushions slowly, her pale green shorts riding up as she crossed her legs.

"It's really not a big deal, I promise," Miyako tried to stave off her friends, but of course, they knew her much too well, and when Hikari returned, it just worsened.

"It's not the whole 'boyfriend' thing again is it?" Hikari moaned. "Miyako, we love you, but you've got to chill out a little. When it happens, it happens. Besides, couple life isn't all it's cracked up to be." Incredulous looks aimed at Hikari caused her to stumble. "That's not what I meant, Daisuke and I are fine, it's just that you seem to think that a man is what you need—and it's not!"

"Agreed, you shouldn't be worrying about stuff like this!" Mimi reached over and pulled Miyako into a hug. "You have us, and that's all that matters right?" Miyako snorted and pulled away as she giggled.

"It's not really the whole 'I want a boyfriend' thing, it's more of my plan on how to get rid of it." Sora looked at her curiously.

"What do you mean get rid of it?" Sora asked cautiously. "You mean you have a plan of some sort to get you a boyfriend?

"Well—"

"You're going to manipulate some boy into becoming your boyfriend?" Hikari interjected, instantly a little dubious.

"No, I'm just going to well, test the waters if you will," Miyako held her hands up in surrender. "This summer, I'm going to get together with all of the Digidestined guys and see if any are willing to start a relationship with me, and from there, eliminate until I get the right one."

"All the Digidestined guys?" Mimi questioned, puzzled.

"Obviously not Daisuke, Taichi, and Jyou, but yes, the Digidestined guys."

"Why does he have to be a Digidestined? I mean, there are plenty of guys out there, I'm sure you'll find a guy that's perfect for you, Digidestined or not." Sora poked Miyako's arm.

"Well, you all have Digidestined boyfriends and you can talk about the good old times and they understand. I want that too." Miyako frowned. "I sound so lame."

"No, I understand Miyako. I guess I could help you, what do you need." Mimi perked up at the possibility of matchmaking.

"Yeah, we know it's hard to get a real guys. Some of the people that come after us are just celebrity hunters. If you have a Digidestined, you know he's perfectly true. The symbolism of the crests and Digieggs don't hurt either." Hikari spoke up smiling warmly.

"We'll try to do the best we can to help you snag the perfect guy!"

"Awesome!"

And so the plotting began, closet after closet was raided, and boyfriend after boyfriend was suckered into helping.

So much for a peaceful summer.

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"Man, that was fun," Daisuke rasped as he reached out to grab a water bottle from Hikari. Once he took a swig, he offered it to the sweating man next to him. Ken took the jug gratefully and proceeded to chug the remaining liquid. They both then plopped down onto the checkered blanket and relaxed, feeling the wind run through their hair. Miyako chuckled from her place next to Koushirou as the rest of the boys stumbled toward the group.

"Oi! You got anymore of that water for us?" Taichi shouted, obviously exhausted. Sora laughed and walked up next to him, panting for breath. She then offered him a water bottle that she had stashed near the field for herself. Taking a huge gulp, he then squirted the rest onto his hair and his girlfriend who squealed indignantly. Yamato laughed and clapped his friend on the back before accepting a bottle held out by Miyako. Collapsing on her other side, he leaned back on one arm and began chatting with her and Koushirou. Takeru grinned up from under his wet hair as he made a grab for the water Yamato set down.

"Ah ah, still too slow Teek," Yamato teased before tossing the bottle to his brother. Takeru accepted it happily and sipped it slowly as he pulled out his journal to write.

"Don't you ever do anything else Takeru?" Mimi questioned as she comforted Jyou.

"Never again will I play soccer," Jyou was swearing to some unseen deity. He wasn't experienced with sports, but had been suckered into playing soccer with some of the other Digidestined. Even though Koushirou previously played soccer, he had to work on a business deal of some sort with Miyako, giving him a plausible excuse to reject their offer. Ken had already agreed to participate so he'd done his work ahead of time.

"Sorry to break it to you Meems, but no." Takeru chuckled. "Last time I checked, this was how I made money."

"Correction," Miyako spoke up. "You make money because you're so damn awesome. We have to pay you for that." She winked at him before turning back to the laptop on Koushirou's lap. Yamato had fallen asleep next to her after chomping down a sandwich the girls had brought. Takeru snorted in disbelief before returning to his journal.

"And to think I actually made money honestly," he muttered playfully, smirking at Miyako who looked up in time to catch his gaze.

"Indeed, that's a ridiculous notion," Ken ribbed, joining in on their game of 'Bother Takeru.' Sighing loudly, Takeru threw his hands in the air before smiling at his friends genially.

The picnic proceeded normally—everyone chatted around the food the girls had thrown together with the help of Jyou. The man was an excellent cook. Miyako smiled, she'd set up a lunch date with Koushirou and she had made it quite clear that the conversation was to be devoid of business. After an awkward silence, Koushirou had accepted her offer to meet him at a café they both knew quite well, smiling in a friendly fashion. And so Miyako was taking her first steps, hopefully they were in the right direction.

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And so this chapter ends! Thanks for reading!