~THE GOOD LIFE: MIMI'S STORY, PART 2~
Hiya, everyone!! How are you doing? Venus163 here, hoping that you like my story and that it deserves some good reviews.
EVERYONE knows that I don't own Digimon, and only the plot, so why do I keep reminding you guys? I have no clue why, so don't even ask.
I also keep reminding you that this is rated PG-13, because it is so depressing. You all know already why, so...
Never mind. Oh well. Please Review!! If I get enough good reviews, I'll start the Takari part of this after Mimi's Story is finished. And if THAT receives good reviews, I'll start the Taiora.
An alternate reality fic: Matt's parents are still together. Mimi and Matt are in high school, and T.K. and Kari are in middle school.
Remember that all reviews should be sent to crescent87@hotmail.com
Question of the Story: What song do you think describes Matt and Mimi's relationship in this story? (T.K. and Kari? Tai and Sora- for those who have read Matt's Story) Please send answers to above E-Mail address.
ENJOY!!
~THE GOOD LIFE: MIMI'S STORY, PART 2~
BY VENUS163
Mimi felt herself smiling cheerfully. She clasped her hands together. "Oh Matt! That was so sweet! You gave the little bunny to that small girl!"
Matt looked relieved and curious at the same time. "Most girls would have been offended."
"They're stupid," she assured him. "I think it was so sweet and splendid of you...oh Matt!"
Matt smiled at her before insisting he win her another rabbit. He turned back to the booth and won a pink one this time.
"Well, it was a good thing anyway," he told her, giving it to her. "I got you a pink one instead."
Mimi grinned. "And I expect you want the same thanks for it you got from her?" Without thinking, or waiting for Matt to answer, she gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "There."
Matt turned red. He quickly changed the subject. "Um, would you like to go on the Ferris Wheel?"
Mimi felt her ears radiate heat. "As long as it's with you, Matt."
Matt wore a big smile on his face as he lead her to the wheel. Lucky for them, each cart held only two people.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Matt asked as the wheel slowly moved them up.
"Um-hmm," Mimi answered, absorbed in the breathtaking view.
Ignoring a sudden cry from above, she looked down at all the people walking. Her heart melted as she watched all the kindness going on. Parents buying cotton candy for their children, boyfriends winning dolls for girlfriends...
'My mother never brought me to the carnival. My father never won me anything...'
Forcing the negative thoughts out of her head, she turned her gaze upwards, and gazed at the fluffy white clouds in the sky.
Mimi suddenly felt an intense sadness besides her. She looked at Matt, trying hard to keep his tears in check. Putting a hand on his shoulder, she asked, concerned, "Matt, are you alright?"
"I'm...I'm not feeling well," he told her hoarsely.
"If you want to talk about it," Mimi assured him, "I'm here."
"I-I..."
Mimi waited patiently, somehow knowing that he was opening up to her, to HER, when he had never really done so to anybody.
"My parents have never cared for me. They never loved me. I was just a son who was born to carry on the family name and to make more money. My father was always away on business, and my mother went to parties. Both would always yell at me for things I didn't do or some small thing. It was always money and themselves, they cared about, not me or my brother T.K.," Matt said bitterly.
"Of course, T.K. had his share of misery, but he was younger than me, so they didn't put so much pressure on him as they did me. He had this friend of his, named Kari, that would listen to him and comfort him.
"I had no one. My so-called friends only hung around me because I was rich. If I was stripped of my fortune, they'd be gone very quickly.
"Then, my parents started to fight. They always fought, and it was because of me or T.K. I mean, I had no one..." His voice broke.
Mimi said nothing and let him keep talking, privately stunned at the fact that their lives were so similar.
Matt took a deep breath. "And no one's ever cared for me, I mean ME, not the rich kid," he finished. He hung his head. "I'm sorry, Mimi. I shouldn't have bored with you the dreary details of my life. You wouldn't understand..."
"Oh, I understand," Mimi murmured darkly, deciding that Matt deserved to know the truth.
He jerked his head up. "You what?" he asked, puzzled.
"I understand very well. Too well," Mimi said quietly, yet confidingly. "You see, I'm an only child. I come from a rich family too. My parents don't care one whit for me. As long as I stay out of the way and give the world a good impression, they don't care.
"You're lucky, you know that?" Mimi said, unable to keep the bitterness out of her voice. "You know just where you stand with your parents, how much they don't like you. Me- They pretend to love me. They treat me nicely, and give me everything I ask for. But I KNOW that they don't love me. And that's what hurts most. And that they could never give me the one thing that I want most- love.
"Like you, I don't have any true friends. My parents bribe kids to be nice to me and hang around with me. And that hurts, knowing that they would rather take money and pretend to be my friend, then actually be one for nothing except my own friendship."
Mimi could feel Matt looking at her. "Mimi...I never knew..." he said gruffly.
"I told you we were alike more than you thought," she whispered, looking up at him. "I knew immediately that you were like me, though I didn't know how."
"Do you have no once to care for you?" Matt asked casually.
Feeling warm inside, looking at him, she said warmly, "I used to...but there IS someone now..."
"I have no one," Matt said sadly besides her. "No one cares for me, no one loves me..."
"Matt..." Mimi said patiently.
"...no one even LIKES me..."
"Matt..." She was beginning to get impatient.
"...no one...what?"
"You're wrong, Matt," Mimi said ardently. "You're not alone, the whole world doesn't hate you..."
"A person would have to be a lunatic to like me," Matt interrupted, still wallowing in self-pity.
'Alright then,' Mimi thought, 'if you want to play that way.' Aloud, she said, "I guess I'm a lunatic, then." She studied her pink-painted fingernails.
Matt's head came right up. "What?"
"Oh Matt," Mimi said affectionately. She linked her arm through his to emphasize her point. "I care for you. And the person who cares for me now...it's you."
"What?"
"I know you care about me, even if you don't." Impulsively, she ran a hand through his soft blonde hair. "I don't know who you really are, but I care about you a lot," she announced. "And no matter who you are, you'll always be my Matt."
A single tear ran down Matt's cheek. "Mimi..."
She tenderly brushed his tears away. Then, noticing that they were close to the ground, murmured. "It's almost our turn to get off, Matt."
Matt got off first and offered her his hand. Mimi smiled and took it. Matt smiled back as he helped her off.
"Do you want to go get some cotton candy?" he asked casually.
"Okay." She put a hand in his and twined her fingers with his.
Mimi waltzed into the house late in the evening.
"Ms. Mimi!" Kathy said disapprovingly, "Where have you been?"
"Out," She answered blissfully. "I've had the best time of my life!!" She looked around. "Where's Mom and Dad?"
"At a dinner party." Kathy stared at her.
Mimi felt Kathy scrutinizing her, checking to see if she was high or drunk. Glancing at the mirror, she started, shocked at her appearance. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her brown eyes sparkling , and strands of her hair had escaped her ponytail. Not at all the orderly girl she always was.
"Dinner, Ms. Mimi?" Kathy finally asked her.
"Oh no, I ate out today."
"Where?"
"The Italian Restaurant on Merit Road, you know?"
Mimi could almost see Kathy sigh in relief. The restaurant was a very rich one, one where only people of her class could dine at.
"Were you alone?" Kathy demanded.
"Oh no! I was with a guy, he paid for my meal..."
"Is he rich?"
Mimi stifled her giggles. "Yes, very."
"Is he nice?"
"Oh yes! He took me to the carnival and won me this pink bunny..." Mimi dug into her purse and took out her stuffed animal. "Cute, huh? And then..."
"What kind of car does he drive?" Kathy asked abruptly. She was the type who judged people by what car they drove.
"Um, a platinum convertible, very comfortable, and new..."
"Very good, Ms. Mimi."
"Can I go now?"
"Of course, Ms. Mimi."
Mimi literally danced up the steps. Matt had just been wonderful to her. Not only did he buy her dinner, he had taken her for a moonlight drive...
Collapsing onto her bed, she stared at the ceiling, pink bunny clutched in her hands. She had never been so happy in her life...was she happy? Genuinely happy, when a week ago she would have honestly said that she had never felt that way?
Turning her head, she buried her face in the rabbit. Remembering their heart-to-heart talk on the Ferris Wheel, finding someone who actually understood HER...she smiled into the rabbit blissfully.
The sudden ringing of the phone broke her reverie. Relunctantly, she forced herself up and picked it up. "Hello?"
"Um, I'm T.K., Matt's brother," came a young, nervous voice. "Uh...are you a friend of Matt's?"
"Matt? Why yes, I am. Is something wrong?" Mimi asked, frowning.
"Matt...he...he..."
"What, T.K.? What happened?" Mimi suddenly felt sick. "Oh no, oh no, please tell me he didn't..."
"Um..."
"...PLEASE tell me he didn't..."
"Matt tried to commite suicide," T.K. choked out on the other end of the phone. "I'm at Odaiba Hospital. They took him in ten minutes ago. I don't know if he's alright or not..."
"Wait there, T.K., I'll be there in like, five minutes, all right?" Mimi said hurriedly. "I'll be there."
"Thank you. He's in Room 413."
Mimi hung up quickly. Throwing on her favorite pink blazer, she threw open the door and flew down the stairs.
"Ms. Mimi," Kathy said, coming out of the kitchen. "Where are you..."
"I need to go," Mimi said quickly. "He...Matt...suicide..."
Kathy immediately understood. "Did he...?"
"Please Kathy! I need to go! I need to be there for him!" Mimi begged.
"Alright, Ms. Mimi."
"I'll come back as soon as I can, I promise," Mimi said quickly. Picking up her car keys, she flew out the door and went to the garage.
Five minutes later, she was nearing Odaiba Hospital. Silently, she prayed. 'Please, PLEASE let Matt be alright. I need him, I really do. He's my only friend. I know he needs me too, though he may not know it...'
After parking in the nearest space, she flew in and hurried to room 413. She glanced in and saw in relief that Matt was pale, but sitting up in bed, a good sign. A young boy, in middle school, was sitting next to Matt. Mimi assumed that it was T.K.
T.K. looked at her and smiled. He got up and excused himself from Matt. He walked towards her.
"He's fine, now," he assured her. "He'll be released tomorrow."
A rush of gratefulness surged through her. "Thank you..." she choked.
"No, I thank YOU. I didn't know who else to call, and I guess you really care about him to come so quickly." T.K. pushed her inside.
"Mimi!" Matt gasped as soon as he saw her.
Mimi felt the blood drain out of her face as she remembered his close call. She managed to collapse into the chair that T.K. had been sitting in. Reaching out, she grasped his hand in her own. "So, you did it. I was wondering when you try it."
"Huh?"
She gazed into his eyes understandingly. "I understand completely."
"You wouldn't," Matt told her, unconsciously squeezing her hand. "You've never been driven to this before."
"Oh, haven't I?" Mimi asked indignantly.
"What do you mean?"
Making up her mind, she rolled up the sleeve of her shirt. Glancing at the long, vertical scar on her arm, she thrust it towards him. "I've tried it, too," she said, trying not to look at the bandage on Matt's arm.
"You-you tried to kill yourself too?" Matt asked her hoarsely.
She felt herself nodding. "A couple years ago. I would have succeeded too, except one of the maids found me before I left. Of course, she was sworn to secrecy, and nobody except me, that maid, and a handful of doctors and nurses know about my attempt to take my life."
Suddenly, the tears she had been forcing back started to overflow. "Oh Matt!" she cried, feeling the tears roll down her cheeks, "I thought I'd lost you!"
A soft hand brushed away her tears. "Mimi, I can never go, not now," Matt said warmly, looking at her. "You're way too important to me. If I left, you'd be all alone, and then what would happen?"
She instinctively leaned closer to him. "Am I really that important to you?"
Nodding, Matt caressed her cheek tenderly. "Of course, Mimi."
Mimi smiled, her heart swelling. "Of course."
"Do I have to go?" Mimi asked sullenly. "I've been to enough parties to last me over a lifetime!"
"Yes, Mimi dear. The Ishidas are going to be there. You'll be introduced to their son Yamato, such a perfect gentleman..." Mrs. Tachikawa said, applying makeup.
"Yeah, perfect..." Mimi muttered. She would have ten times more preferred to be in Matt's company instead.
"He's about your age, Mimi. I'm sure you two can get along," Mr. Tachikawa said absently, straightening his tie.
Mimi sighed, knowing she was fighting a losing battle. "Alright." Trying to keep her smarting pride intact, she examined herself in the mirror. Her hair was perfect, and her pink dress only needed to be smoothed over here and there.
"My, it's time to go," Mr. Tachikawa announced, sounding genuinely surprised.
Mimi sat alone in the back of the car, staring out the window. If only she wasn't rich...then she wouldn't have to be at so many parties, to meet so many people, to...
She was disappointed to see the Kitamatsumori home up ahead. She had hoped the drive was to be a little longer, so she could daydream about Matt.
Ignoring the butler's announcement of, "The Tachikawas," she sidled over to the punch bowl, looking at all the people around her. Nearly all of them were as fake as can be. It was so hard to find sincere people, nowadays.
"Mimi, come!" Her mother was at her elbow, tugging on her wrist.
Mimi, giving a sigh of pure frustration, followed her mother.
~END OF THE GOOD LIFE: MIMI'S STORY, PART 2~
~TO BE CONTINUED...IN THE GOOD LIFE: MIMI'S STORY, PART 3~
Since you all read Matt's Story, I'm sure you know what's going to happen. But still...where does Kari fit in all of this? Read Part 3 of Mimi's Story to find out!!
PLEASE REVIEW!! Send all criticism to crescent87@hotmail.com
Question of the Story: What song do you think describes Matt and Mimi's relationship in this story? (T.K. and Kari? Tai and Sora- for those who have read Matt's Story) Please send answers to E-Mail address above.
Thankx!!
-Venus163
Hiya, everyone!! How are you doing? Venus163 here, hoping that you like my story and that it deserves some good reviews.
EVERYONE knows that I don't own Digimon, and only the plot, so why do I keep reminding you guys? I have no clue why, so don't even ask.
I also keep reminding you that this is rated PG-13, because it is so depressing. You all know already why, so...
Never mind. Oh well. Please Review!! If I get enough good reviews, I'll start the Takari part of this after Mimi's Story is finished. And if THAT receives good reviews, I'll start the Taiora.
An alternate reality fic: Matt's parents are still together. Mimi and Matt are in high school, and T.K. and Kari are in middle school.
Remember that all reviews should be sent to crescent87@hotmail.com
Question of the Story: What song do you think describes Matt and Mimi's relationship in this story? (T.K. and Kari? Tai and Sora- for those who have read Matt's Story) Please send answers to above E-Mail address.
ENJOY!!
~THE GOOD LIFE: MIMI'S STORY, PART 2~
BY VENUS163
Mimi felt herself smiling cheerfully. She clasped her hands together. "Oh Matt! That was so sweet! You gave the little bunny to that small girl!"
Matt looked relieved and curious at the same time. "Most girls would have been offended."
"They're stupid," she assured him. "I think it was so sweet and splendid of you...oh Matt!"
Matt smiled at her before insisting he win her another rabbit. He turned back to the booth and won a pink one this time.
"Well, it was a good thing anyway," he told her, giving it to her. "I got you a pink one instead."
Mimi grinned. "And I expect you want the same thanks for it you got from her?" Without thinking, or waiting for Matt to answer, she gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "There."
Matt turned red. He quickly changed the subject. "Um, would you like to go on the Ferris Wheel?"
Mimi felt her ears radiate heat. "As long as it's with you, Matt."
Matt wore a big smile on his face as he lead her to the wheel. Lucky for them, each cart held only two people.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Matt asked as the wheel slowly moved them up.
"Um-hmm," Mimi answered, absorbed in the breathtaking view.
Ignoring a sudden cry from above, she looked down at all the people walking. Her heart melted as she watched all the kindness going on. Parents buying cotton candy for their children, boyfriends winning dolls for girlfriends...
'My mother never brought me to the carnival. My father never won me anything...'
Forcing the negative thoughts out of her head, she turned her gaze upwards, and gazed at the fluffy white clouds in the sky.
Mimi suddenly felt an intense sadness besides her. She looked at Matt, trying hard to keep his tears in check. Putting a hand on his shoulder, she asked, concerned, "Matt, are you alright?"
"I'm...I'm not feeling well," he told her hoarsely.
"If you want to talk about it," Mimi assured him, "I'm here."
"I-I..."
Mimi waited patiently, somehow knowing that he was opening up to her, to HER, when he had never really done so to anybody.
"My parents have never cared for me. They never loved me. I was just a son who was born to carry on the family name and to make more money. My father was always away on business, and my mother went to parties. Both would always yell at me for things I didn't do or some small thing. It was always money and themselves, they cared about, not me or my brother T.K.," Matt said bitterly.
"Of course, T.K. had his share of misery, but he was younger than me, so they didn't put so much pressure on him as they did me. He had this friend of his, named Kari, that would listen to him and comfort him.
"I had no one. My so-called friends only hung around me because I was rich. If I was stripped of my fortune, they'd be gone very quickly.
"Then, my parents started to fight. They always fought, and it was because of me or T.K. I mean, I had no one..." His voice broke.
Mimi said nothing and let him keep talking, privately stunned at the fact that their lives were so similar.
Matt took a deep breath. "And no one's ever cared for me, I mean ME, not the rich kid," he finished. He hung his head. "I'm sorry, Mimi. I shouldn't have bored with you the dreary details of my life. You wouldn't understand..."
"Oh, I understand," Mimi murmured darkly, deciding that Matt deserved to know the truth.
He jerked his head up. "You what?" he asked, puzzled.
"I understand very well. Too well," Mimi said quietly, yet confidingly. "You see, I'm an only child. I come from a rich family too. My parents don't care one whit for me. As long as I stay out of the way and give the world a good impression, they don't care.
"You're lucky, you know that?" Mimi said, unable to keep the bitterness out of her voice. "You know just where you stand with your parents, how much they don't like you. Me- They pretend to love me. They treat me nicely, and give me everything I ask for. But I KNOW that they don't love me. And that's what hurts most. And that they could never give me the one thing that I want most- love.
"Like you, I don't have any true friends. My parents bribe kids to be nice to me and hang around with me. And that hurts, knowing that they would rather take money and pretend to be my friend, then actually be one for nothing except my own friendship."
Mimi could feel Matt looking at her. "Mimi...I never knew..." he said gruffly.
"I told you we were alike more than you thought," she whispered, looking up at him. "I knew immediately that you were like me, though I didn't know how."
"Do you have no once to care for you?" Matt asked casually.
Feeling warm inside, looking at him, she said warmly, "I used to...but there IS someone now..."
"I have no one," Matt said sadly besides her. "No one cares for me, no one loves me..."
"Matt..." Mimi said patiently.
"...no one even LIKES me..."
"Matt..." She was beginning to get impatient.
"...no one...what?"
"You're wrong, Matt," Mimi said ardently. "You're not alone, the whole world doesn't hate you..."
"A person would have to be a lunatic to like me," Matt interrupted, still wallowing in self-pity.
'Alright then,' Mimi thought, 'if you want to play that way.' Aloud, she said, "I guess I'm a lunatic, then." She studied her pink-painted fingernails.
Matt's head came right up. "What?"
"Oh Matt," Mimi said affectionately. She linked her arm through his to emphasize her point. "I care for you. And the person who cares for me now...it's you."
"What?"
"I know you care about me, even if you don't." Impulsively, she ran a hand through his soft blonde hair. "I don't know who you really are, but I care about you a lot," she announced. "And no matter who you are, you'll always be my Matt."
A single tear ran down Matt's cheek. "Mimi..."
She tenderly brushed his tears away. Then, noticing that they were close to the ground, murmured. "It's almost our turn to get off, Matt."
Matt got off first and offered her his hand. Mimi smiled and took it. Matt smiled back as he helped her off.
"Do you want to go get some cotton candy?" he asked casually.
"Okay." She put a hand in his and twined her fingers with his.
Mimi waltzed into the house late in the evening.
"Ms. Mimi!" Kathy said disapprovingly, "Where have you been?"
"Out," She answered blissfully. "I've had the best time of my life!!" She looked around. "Where's Mom and Dad?"
"At a dinner party." Kathy stared at her.
Mimi felt Kathy scrutinizing her, checking to see if she was high or drunk. Glancing at the mirror, she started, shocked at her appearance. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her brown eyes sparkling , and strands of her hair had escaped her ponytail. Not at all the orderly girl she always was.
"Dinner, Ms. Mimi?" Kathy finally asked her.
"Oh no, I ate out today."
"Where?"
"The Italian Restaurant on Merit Road, you know?"
Mimi could almost see Kathy sigh in relief. The restaurant was a very rich one, one where only people of her class could dine at.
"Were you alone?" Kathy demanded.
"Oh no! I was with a guy, he paid for my meal..."
"Is he rich?"
Mimi stifled her giggles. "Yes, very."
"Is he nice?"
"Oh yes! He took me to the carnival and won me this pink bunny..." Mimi dug into her purse and took out her stuffed animal. "Cute, huh? And then..."
"What kind of car does he drive?" Kathy asked abruptly. She was the type who judged people by what car they drove.
"Um, a platinum convertible, very comfortable, and new..."
"Very good, Ms. Mimi."
"Can I go now?"
"Of course, Ms. Mimi."
Mimi literally danced up the steps. Matt had just been wonderful to her. Not only did he buy her dinner, he had taken her for a moonlight drive...
Collapsing onto her bed, she stared at the ceiling, pink bunny clutched in her hands. She had never been so happy in her life...was she happy? Genuinely happy, when a week ago she would have honestly said that she had never felt that way?
Turning her head, she buried her face in the rabbit. Remembering their heart-to-heart talk on the Ferris Wheel, finding someone who actually understood HER...she smiled into the rabbit blissfully.
The sudden ringing of the phone broke her reverie. Relunctantly, she forced herself up and picked it up. "Hello?"
"Um, I'm T.K., Matt's brother," came a young, nervous voice. "Uh...are you a friend of Matt's?"
"Matt? Why yes, I am. Is something wrong?" Mimi asked, frowning.
"Matt...he...he..."
"What, T.K.? What happened?" Mimi suddenly felt sick. "Oh no, oh no, please tell me he didn't..."
"Um..."
"...PLEASE tell me he didn't..."
"Matt tried to commite suicide," T.K. choked out on the other end of the phone. "I'm at Odaiba Hospital. They took him in ten minutes ago. I don't know if he's alright or not..."
"Wait there, T.K., I'll be there in like, five minutes, all right?" Mimi said hurriedly. "I'll be there."
"Thank you. He's in Room 413."
Mimi hung up quickly. Throwing on her favorite pink blazer, she threw open the door and flew down the stairs.
"Ms. Mimi," Kathy said, coming out of the kitchen. "Where are you..."
"I need to go," Mimi said quickly. "He...Matt...suicide..."
Kathy immediately understood. "Did he...?"
"Please Kathy! I need to go! I need to be there for him!" Mimi begged.
"Alright, Ms. Mimi."
"I'll come back as soon as I can, I promise," Mimi said quickly. Picking up her car keys, she flew out the door and went to the garage.
Five minutes later, she was nearing Odaiba Hospital. Silently, she prayed. 'Please, PLEASE let Matt be alright. I need him, I really do. He's my only friend. I know he needs me too, though he may not know it...'
After parking in the nearest space, she flew in and hurried to room 413. She glanced in and saw in relief that Matt was pale, but sitting up in bed, a good sign. A young boy, in middle school, was sitting next to Matt. Mimi assumed that it was T.K.
T.K. looked at her and smiled. He got up and excused himself from Matt. He walked towards her.
"He's fine, now," he assured her. "He'll be released tomorrow."
A rush of gratefulness surged through her. "Thank you..." she choked.
"No, I thank YOU. I didn't know who else to call, and I guess you really care about him to come so quickly." T.K. pushed her inside.
"Mimi!" Matt gasped as soon as he saw her.
Mimi felt the blood drain out of her face as she remembered his close call. She managed to collapse into the chair that T.K. had been sitting in. Reaching out, she grasped his hand in her own. "So, you did it. I was wondering when you try it."
"Huh?"
She gazed into his eyes understandingly. "I understand completely."
"You wouldn't," Matt told her, unconsciously squeezing her hand. "You've never been driven to this before."
"Oh, haven't I?" Mimi asked indignantly.
"What do you mean?"
Making up her mind, she rolled up the sleeve of her shirt. Glancing at the long, vertical scar on her arm, she thrust it towards him. "I've tried it, too," she said, trying not to look at the bandage on Matt's arm.
"You-you tried to kill yourself too?" Matt asked her hoarsely.
She felt herself nodding. "A couple years ago. I would have succeeded too, except one of the maids found me before I left. Of course, she was sworn to secrecy, and nobody except me, that maid, and a handful of doctors and nurses know about my attempt to take my life."
Suddenly, the tears she had been forcing back started to overflow. "Oh Matt!" she cried, feeling the tears roll down her cheeks, "I thought I'd lost you!"
A soft hand brushed away her tears. "Mimi, I can never go, not now," Matt said warmly, looking at her. "You're way too important to me. If I left, you'd be all alone, and then what would happen?"
She instinctively leaned closer to him. "Am I really that important to you?"
Nodding, Matt caressed her cheek tenderly. "Of course, Mimi."
Mimi smiled, her heart swelling. "Of course."
"Do I have to go?" Mimi asked sullenly. "I've been to enough parties to last me over a lifetime!"
"Yes, Mimi dear. The Ishidas are going to be there. You'll be introduced to their son Yamato, such a perfect gentleman..." Mrs. Tachikawa said, applying makeup.
"Yeah, perfect..." Mimi muttered. She would have ten times more preferred to be in Matt's company instead.
"He's about your age, Mimi. I'm sure you two can get along," Mr. Tachikawa said absently, straightening his tie.
Mimi sighed, knowing she was fighting a losing battle. "Alright." Trying to keep her smarting pride intact, she examined herself in the mirror. Her hair was perfect, and her pink dress only needed to be smoothed over here and there.
"My, it's time to go," Mr. Tachikawa announced, sounding genuinely surprised.
Mimi sat alone in the back of the car, staring out the window. If only she wasn't rich...then she wouldn't have to be at so many parties, to meet so many people, to...
She was disappointed to see the Kitamatsumori home up ahead. She had hoped the drive was to be a little longer, so she could daydream about Matt.
Ignoring the butler's announcement of, "The Tachikawas," she sidled over to the punch bowl, looking at all the people around her. Nearly all of them were as fake as can be. It was so hard to find sincere people, nowadays.
"Mimi, come!" Her mother was at her elbow, tugging on her wrist.
Mimi, giving a sigh of pure frustration, followed her mother.
~END OF THE GOOD LIFE: MIMI'S STORY, PART 2~
~TO BE CONTINUED...IN THE GOOD LIFE: MIMI'S STORY, PART 3~
Since you all read Matt's Story, I'm sure you know what's going to happen. But still...where does Kari fit in all of this? Read Part 3 of Mimi's Story to find out!!
PLEASE REVIEW!! Send all criticism to crescent87@hotmail.com
Question of the Story: What song do you think describes Matt and Mimi's relationship in this story? (T.K. and Kari? Tai and Sora- for those who have read Matt's Story) Please send answers to E-Mail address above.
Thankx!!
-Venus163