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DISCLAIMER: YES, I OWN DIGIMON! (that was sarcasm.)
Part one of this story is posted under "Moonchild", Emily's name! Did you catch our guest appearances? ^^; If you guys haven't noticed, Me and Emily are writing the story together! You can catch part 1 under her name (click here for story in a new window), you better read it or you're going to be L O S T! Her part is much better than mine, so try not to show your disappointment :P Hehehe. This is basically just a filler part, so if you skip it its not a big deal ^^
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I LOVE talking to people! lol. And my mimato site is at http://geocities.com/mimikins008.
I'll stop talking now. ONTO THE STORY!
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After a huge amount of worrying that would put Joe to shame, Mimi finally fell into a restless sleep, clutching the picture of her and Matt.
(A/N: this is a dream, for the slow people ^^;) "I wasn't cheating on you, Mimi! Do you actually think I'd do something like that?"
"I don't know what to think anymore! All I know is that I've heard you're sneaking around with Jen behind my back!"
"Do you honestly BELIEVE I would do that? At least I'm not the one who's sneaking around with RICH!"
"What do you mean Rich? I hardly even talk to him!"
"Yeah right, Mimi. I've heard all the stories."
"What do you mean, 'all the stories'? I LOVED YOU!"
SLAM! Mimi walked out of the door. Matt hadn't come after her.
Mimi jolted up, then slowly lay back down on the bed when she realized it had been a dream. Out of the door, and out of his life. she thought bitterly, as she got got up to get ready for work.
After her breakup with Matt, Mimi had submerged herself into her work, and quietly drifted away from the digidestined. Well, time to catch up... She dialed Sora's work number, which informed her Sora had switched jobs and forwarded her to a new number.
A mechanical voice answered. "Welcome to the therapist's union. If you would like to talk to Arnold, Tierney, press 001. If you would like to talk to Brown, Andrew, press 002. If you would like to talk to Buckmire, Sherry, press 003. If you would like to speak to Cetuk, Michael, press 004. If you would like to speak to Connors, James, press 005..." Mimi dozed off. When she woke up, she was still holding the receiver. "If you would like to talk to Quieral, Melissa, press 352. If you would like to talk to Reynolds, Susan, press 353. If you would like to talk to Ransch, Bob, press 354. If you would like to talk to "Smith, Dorothy", press 355. If you would like to talk to Stanczk, Michael, press 356. If you would like to talk to Silver, Andrew, press 357. If you would like to talk to Stage, Lauren, press 358. If you would like to talk to Takenouchi, Sora, press 358. If-" Mimi slammed her pointer finger onto the dial, pressing 358.
A voice that sounded like its belonger was on crack answered. "Hello. This is Takenouchi Sora. How may I help you?"
"Uh..Sora? This is Mimi. Tachikawa."
Immediately the nostaligic attatchment dropped off, and reverted to its usual cheerful self. "Oh, HI MIMI! How are you? I haven't talked to you in forever! Do you know what Tai changed his home number to? I think he forgot to tell me and I haven't seen him in FOREVER!"
"Yeah, its 9087967592. Anyway, I kind of need your help-"
She was met by the dial tone. Um...okay...great friend you are, Sora...
Next, Mimi dialed Kari. Busy signal twice, then Kari flashed over. "Hello?" she said kind of annoyed.
"Hey Kari! It's me, Mimi!"
"Hey Mimi! I'd love to talk, but I have a super important call from TK on the other line! I'll call you back later, okay? And keep up the fab designs, I'm wearing one of your dresses right now!"
"No problem, Kari."
After she hung up, she glanced at the clock. It was already 3 in the afternoon. Aw, crap! Now what am I going to do?
She named the digidestined in her head. Tai, probably talking to Sora, Sora, vice versa, Kari, talking to TK, vice versa...Izzy...IZZY!
She quickly flipped to the entry in her address book and keyed in another number.
A mechanical voice answered. "Hel lo. This is Iz zy's an swer ing ma chine. He is cur rent ly in Chi na on a bu si ness trip. Puh leeze leave a mess age af ter the beep." Izzy's normal voice came on. "Sorry guys, I couldn't resist! But I really am on a trip. If you HAVE to contact me, use my cellphone number! 9087863842. Otherwise, leave a message!"
Mimi slammed down the phone in frusteration. Now who? JOE! JOE! She hurriedly jammed her feet into her shoes and ran down the street. It was 4'o clock by the time she had reached the hospital down the block.
"Hi, can I talk to Dr. Joe Kido MD PUHLEEZE!?!?!" screamed Mimi.
"Miss, Dr. Kido is in sugery right now! If you take a seat, you can see him when he's done."
Mimi inwardly fumed, and flopped down into a chair. Watching the clock's second hand move. 19...20...21...22...23...24...25...she fell asleep. When she woke up, she found a note pinned to her sleeve. It read,
Mimi-
Sorry I missed you! I didn't want to wake you up. The thing is, I have to get into
intensive sugery at the time I'm writing this, and it might go on for a few days!
Well, I hope I'll see you soon!
-Joe
CRAP! NOW WHAT AM I GONNA DO?
A/N: Im sorry my part really sucked! Well, check Emily's account for part 3, her
name on ffn.net is "moonchild", okies? please R&R!