LAST CHAPTER
"She was beautiful, almost to a fault some women would say, and she didn't even seem to notice her affect on the men. He was her bec and cull boy, and followed her around like a small puppy who loved to lie in pap." Izzy quoted often trying hard to repress his comments until afterwards, so as not to discourage him. He sat there with a look of excitement as Izzy's eyes scanned over the document.
"Well might I suggest… it be beck and call boy," Izzy said, showing T.K the error of his ways, "and I believe it would be men, not the men. Oh not to mention loved to lie in her lap, but I'm sure you could have picked up on that one yourself, huh?" Izzy admonished humorously. T.K. rolled his eyes.
"Tish." He muttered under his breath. Izzy laughed.
"The Weekenders" was a shared interest, and they had recently picked up on calling each other, or more specifically T.K. calling Izzy, that when ever he expressed intellect.
"Well, what do you think?" T.K. asked in a small voice.
"Its good, though its unfortunate he likes her pap instead but we'll let that slide."
"Good! So would you mind editing this for me? You could give it back to me tomorrow at school." T.K. asked politely. It was a moment before Izzy responded.
"Mm-hmm." He said with a small nod of his head. T.K. shook his head to try and dislodge his confusion.
"Okay man, see you tomorrow." T.K said as Izzy walked down the hall, past Matt's room where he and Meg were getting 'Jiggy with it', and down the stairs, out the door.
* * * *
It was that night that Kari decided to show up at Izzy's place to discuss the 'Lina' issue. He answered the door and she gently pushed past him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
He had barely five minutes before she was up the stairs and situated in his room. Izzy shook his head and headed after her.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" Izzy asked wryly. Kari didn't even crack a smile. Izzy gave a tight-lipped smile in response. "Hoo boy."
"Ok about… Lina," Kari seemed reluctant to mention her name, "Do you really think she's T.K's type. After all, he hasn't mingled much in the social broom closet. Who's to say he's even ready to go out with someone. I mean…"
Kari was babbling, and this didn't go unnoticed by Izzy.
"What do you have there?" Kari said after a beat. She motioned to the document Izzy hadn't been aware he was holding. He looked up and met her questioning gaze. He smiled sheepishly, though he wasn't sure why he would be embarrassed. It wasn't his story after all.
"Just a story T.K. asked me to edit for him. Perhaps you could help me out with something." Izzy handed T.K's story over to Kari and she waited for an explanation. "Who does his heroine remind you of?"
Kari read through the document thoroughly and her brow creased in concentration. Who could it be? It certainly reminded her of somebody, and she was positive it was one of the digidestined, but she couldn't place her finger on anything substantial. Then it hit her. Not only was the character familiar to her because it had to be a digidestined, but it also was familiar to her personally.
It was her. The prospect was not only flattering, but equally embarrassing. Did he really think of her that way, or was it simply just a coincidence. Kari couldn't tell Izzy what she thought, for fear she was wrong in her estimation.
"Not a clue." Before Izzy had a chance at some sort of response, she had exited with as small a goodbye as politeness would allow. She was out the door in a flash.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The lights in the Gym flickered, trying to create a mystical effect, and failing. Yolei stood standing next to the punch bowl making idle chit-chat with patrons who stopped for a drink. Joe stood tall, and proud, as he wore his most fashionable formal wear and waited beside the wall for an equally attractive person to ask for a dance.
Seemingly going for fashionably late to the dance, was Matt and his girlfriend Magdalena. She wore a shimmering knee high dress that flattered all her best features. Matt wore a black pair of leather pants and a black sweater with a leather jacket to compliment it all. They were truly an image of superiority in their attire, and many stared on in envy.
Close behind was Lina and T.K. Though T.K's seemed uncomfortable with the status quo, his appearance was impeccable. He wore a dark blue sweater and dark dress pants. Lina had on an obnoxious green dress, with frills all over it in an unorganized mass of ugliness.
With little to no discomfort evident on his face, Izzy walked in gracefully with his friend Kari at his side. The two were quite a pair, and his clothes all complimented hers. They were arriving as friends, and as soon as politeness dictated she said she was off to find T.K. He was finding a small table in the far back and sat there quietly. He rejected most of Lina's attempts at getting him on the dance floor, replying he would just like to sit and observe for the time being.
"Hey T.K." Kari said casually. T.K. nodded in response and they both heard the music shift. It went from a jumpy, rhythmic tune to a slow sultry song courtesy of Jack Idenchi of "Idenchi Disk Jockeys". Kari smiled at put her heart on the line in a hopes he would get the message. She stuck out her hand and waited for T.K. to take it. He accepted it without any fuss, and Lina's expression hardened with jealousy.
The two cascaded on the dance floor next to Meg and Matt, who were previously the centre of attention. The moved gracefully, and to their surprise, in sync.
"I read your story, and it was good. I must say it was different." Kari whispered into his ears, and he moved his head to examine her face. "Though I must say, Carrie, what a great character."
He looked kind of scared and a little embarrassed.
"Carrie?"
"Yeah, and do you know what?" Kari paused. She feared she would be screwing up their relationship, but she needed to put this out there. "Carrie is a lot like myself. Impeccably so."
"It is you." T.K. said in a voice just above a whisper.
Kari looked into his eyes, her mouth opened, and she was pushed to the side.
"Cutting in." Lina's voice said, her arm throwing Kari off a bit. Kari took a breath and walked briskly out of the gym, without a backward glance.
Meg had witnessed it all, and did not like it one bit. She maneuvered Matt and herself over to them. She let go of Matt's left hand and hit her hand upside Lina's.
"What is wrong with you?" The sheer shock of the slap gave Lina a delayed reaction. She almost got her hand up to return the offence, but Meg's came back and whipped her hand back across her head. It didn't hurt, and she was sure there would not be a bruise. A teacher walked over to Meg, and removed her from Matt's embrace. Carrying her off, to another detention no doubt, and Matt smiled.
"That's my girlfriend." He said to the guy dancing with his girl and who had seen it all.
"Later days babe." Meg called back. He smiled and she blew him a kiss.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Kari wait!" She stopped and pivoted to turn towards him. She was hardly emotional, but he could see it had gotten to him. "You have to understand that I wanted to go out with you so badly, but I was so afraid of being rejected that I told Izzy it was Lina who I liked."
"Really?"
"Absolutely." He took a step towards her. He slowly dipped his head down, giving her time to refuse what was inevitable. She didn't and instead lifted her head in anticipation. Their lips met and meshed, his lips moving gracefully over hers like they had danced only minuets before. She returned his kiss, and pulled back due to lack of air.
"Thank you." She walked towards the gym once again and Lina saw what had transpired. She dropped her head, and walked away slowly, unnoticed. She got home on her own.
"You really are the portrait of perfection." T.K. said in a quiet voice, almost to himself. She turned her head and kissed his cheeks.
"No. Thank you."
THE END
"She was beautiful, almost to a fault some women would say, and she didn't even seem to notice her affect on the men. He was her bec and cull boy, and followed her around like a small puppy who loved to lie in pap." Izzy quoted often trying hard to repress his comments until afterwards, so as not to discourage him. He sat there with a look of excitement as Izzy's eyes scanned over the document.
"Well might I suggest… it be beck and call boy," Izzy said, showing T.K the error of his ways, "and I believe it would be men, not the men. Oh not to mention loved to lie in her lap, but I'm sure you could have picked up on that one yourself, huh?" Izzy admonished humorously. T.K. rolled his eyes.
"Tish." He muttered under his breath. Izzy laughed.
"The Weekenders" was a shared interest, and they had recently picked up on calling each other, or more specifically T.K. calling Izzy, that when ever he expressed intellect.
"Well, what do you think?" T.K. asked in a small voice.
"Its good, though its unfortunate he likes her pap instead but we'll let that slide."
"Good! So would you mind editing this for me? You could give it back to me tomorrow at school." T.K. asked politely. It was a moment before Izzy responded.
"Mm-hmm." He said with a small nod of his head. T.K. shook his head to try and dislodge his confusion.
"Okay man, see you tomorrow." T.K said as Izzy walked down the hall, past Matt's room where he and Meg were getting 'Jiggy with it', and down the stairs, out the door.
* * * *
It was that night that Kari decided to show up at Izzy's place to discuss the 'Lina' issue. He answered the door and she gently pushed past him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
He had barely five minutes before she was up the stairs and situated in his room. Izzy shook his head and headed after her.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" Izzy asked wryly. Kari didn't even crack a smile. Izzy gave a tight-lipped smile in response. "Hoo boy."
"Ok about… Lina," Kari seemed reluctant to mention her name, "Do you really think she's T.K's type. After all, he hasn't mingled much in the social broom closet. Who's to say he's even ready to go out with someone. I mean…"
Kari was babbling, and this didn't go unnoticed by Izzy.
"What do you have there?" Kari said after a beat. She motioned to the document Izzy hadn't been aware he was holding. He looked up and met her questioning gaze. He smiled sheepishly, though he wasn't sure why he would be embarrassed. It wasn't his story after all.
"Just a story T.K. asked me to edit for him. Perhaps you could help me out with something." Izzy handed T.K's story over to Kari and she waited for an explanation. "Who does his heroine remind you of?"
Kari read through the document thoroughly and her brow creased in concentration. Who could it be? It certainly reminded her of somebody, and she was positive it was one of the digidestined, but she couldn't place her finger on anything substantial. Then it hit her. Not only was the character familiar to her because it had to be a digidestined, but it also was familiar to her personally.
It was her. The prospect was not only flattering, but equally embarrassing. Did he really think of her that way, or was it simply just a coincidence. Kari couldn't tell Izzy what she thought, for fear she was wrong in her estimation.
"Not a clue." Before Izzy had a chance at some sort of response, she had exited with as small a goodbye as politeness would allow. She was out the door in a flash.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The lights in the Gym flickered, trying to create a mystical effect, and failing. Yolei stood standing next to the punch bowl making idle chit-chat with patrons who stopped for a drink. Joe stood tall, and proud, as he wore his most fashionable formal wear and waited beside the wall for an equally attractive person to ask for a dance.
Seemingly going for fashionably late to the dance, was Matt and his girlfriend Magdalena. She wore a shimmering knee high dress that flattered all her best features. Matt wore a black pair of leather pants and a black sweater with a leather jacket to compliment it all. They were truly an image of superiority in their attire, and many stared on in envy.
Close behind was Lina and T.K. Though T.K's seemed uncomfortable with the status quo, his appearance was impeccable. He wore a dark blue sweater and dark dress pants. Lina had on an obnoxious green dress, with frills all over it in an unorganized mass of ugliness.
With little to no discomfort evident on his face, Izzy walked in gracefully with his friend Kari at his side. The two were quite a pair, and his clothes all complimented hers. They were arriving as friends, and as soon as politeness dictated she said she was off to find T.K. He was finding a small table in the far back and sat there quietly. He rejected most of Lina's attempts at getting him on the dance floor, replying he would just like to sit and observe for the time being.
"Hey T.K." Kari said casually. T.K. nodded in response and they both heard the music shift. It went from a jumpy, rhythmic tune to a slow sultry song courtesy of Jack Idenchi of "Idenchi Disk Jockeys". Kari smiled at put her heart on the line in a hopes he would get the message. She stuck out her hand and waited for T.K. to take it. He accepted it without any fuss, and Lina's expression hardened with jealousy.
The two cascaded on the dance floor next to Meg and Matt, who were previously the centre of attention. The moved gracefully, and to their surprise, in sync.
"I read your story, and it was good. I must say it was different." Kari whispered into his ears, and he moved his head to examine her face. "Though I must say, Carrie, what a great character."
He looked kind of scared and a little embarrassed.
"Carrie?"
"Yeah, and do you know what?" Kari paused. She feared she would be screwing up their relationship, but she needed to put this out there. "Carrie is a lot like myself. Impeccably so."
"It is you." T.K. said in a voice just above a whisper.
Kari looked into his eyes, her mouth opened, and she was pushed to the side.
"Cutting in." Lina's voice said, her arm throwing Kari off a bit. Kari took a breath and walked briskly out of the gym, without a backward glance.
Meg had witnessed it all, and did not like it one bit. She maneuvered Matt and herself over to them. She let go of Matt's left hand and hit her hand upside Lina's.
"What is wrong with you?" The sheer shock of the slap gave Lina a delayed reaction. She almost got her hand up to return the offence, but Meg's came back and whipped her hand back across her head. It didn't hurt, and she was sure there would not be a bruise. A teacher walked over to Meg, and removed her from Matt's embrace. Carrying her off, to another detention no doubt, and Matt smiled.
"That's my girlfriend." He said to the guy dancing with his girl and who had seen it all.
"Later days babe." Meg called back. He smiled and she blew him a kiss.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Kari wait!" She stopped and pivoted to turn towards him. She was hardly emotional, but he could see it had gotten to him. "You have to understand that I wanted to go out with you so badly, but I was so afraid of being rejected that I told Izzy it was Lina who I liked."
"Really?"
"Absolutely." He took a step towards her. He slowly dipped his head down, giving her time to refuse what was inevitable. She didn't and instead lifted her head in anticipation. Their lips met and meshed, his lips moving gracefully over hers like they had danced only minuets before. She returned his kiss, and pulled back due to lack of air.
"Thank you." She walked towards the gym once again and Lina saw what had transpired. She dropped her head, and walked away slowly, unnoticed. She got home on her own.
"You really are the portrait of perfection." T.K. said in a quiet voice, almost to himself. She turned her head and kissed his cheeks.
"No. Thank you."
THE END