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"Uh, lady? The one at the front desk? Yeah..um...can I get the phone number of Tai Kamiya? Room 309? Yeah thanks. Huh? He couldn't have...no, you're wrong. He wouldn't have checked out...I mean...not without saying goodbye. I know it's not your problem but..."
The phone went dead.
Sora stared, then threw it against the wall.
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A day before the wedding:
"I just can't believe he's not going to be here for my wedding!" Sora wailed.
Her hairdresser sighed. "Look, honey, you're not even sure who's going to be in the audience. Maybe he'll there, sweetie. You just don't know it. So," she looked grimly at the bride. "You sure you want to carry through with this?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be sure?" Sora replied flatly.
"There's two people in the world you have to trust dear. Your lawyer and your hairdresser. It's a rule of life. You can't trust me, you can't trust anyone." And with that, she gave a smile of satisfaction.
"Mejo, look. I've already told you...it's not a matter of love or anything. It's more along the lines of..." (here Sora gave a pathetic shudder) "responsibility. Oh, I know he's fat and ugly and old and..." Her voice sank down to a whisper.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Just let it all out."
"Sterile."
Mejo gave a start. Sora didn't really blame her. "What?"
"Sterile," mumbled Sora hurriedly. "But hey it's a good thing, right? I mean...you know...all the genetics and stuff...and what's the use of squeezing out a kid that looks like Osamu? Come on, be positive."
"Oh please."
"He needs a woman, Mejo. Look," Sora beamed rapturously, "I've even made a list."
Mejo took the eighteen-foot long list (scary but true) and began to read.
"Uhh...so he's joining Weight Watchers? And taking showers?"
"Only every other day," Sora stammered. "It takes too much work to fit the wheelbarrow inside the tub."
"And he's playing putt-putt golf? And using Rogaine?"
"He sorta needs it."
Mejo sighed. "I hate getting all philosophical on you, kid, but this isn't going to work out. Live life with love, and it's going to be worth living. And sweetie, life without love is no life at all." She smiled happily. "I made that up, you know?"
Sora's face suddenly looked a little tired. "Oh...um..really? That's nice. Yeah...you should really go publish a book..." She faltered a little as she looked down at her hands. One of them wore a large, gold, ruby-encrusted ring. "Only the best for my pumpkin," Shurakin had said. But she wasn't looking at his ring. Oh, no. She was staring at the tiny, sparkling diamond ring that she wore on her left hand. And slowly, almost shyly, she slid it off and put it on her right...
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The Wedding Day:
"You're sure you want to go down there."
"Yeah...I guess."
"You're sure you're sure?"
"Mejo, please!"
"Weren't you paying any attention to me yesterday at all?"
"Of course!" She gave her a hug. "You're my best friend."
Mejo grumbled loudly.
"Well, I guess this is it, huh? I'll be Mrs. Shurakin Osamu in an hour and...fifty-three seconds. Heck, I can't wait!!" ('Oh geez. I think I'm overdoing the enthusiasm,' she thought.)
"Good luck, kid."
"Thanks. Um, so uh...how do I look?"
"Fabulous. As always."
"Whoa. That's real funny. Ha ha. Call the ambulance. I think I'm having a spasm."
But she did look kind of nice. Not nice. Stunning. Her wedding dress was simple and sweet. A sleeveless top, and a satin bow around the middle. A soft trim of lace around the edges gave it a delicate, lingerie kind of look. The bottom part of the gown was, in the words of the designer, "50% chiffon, 50% lace, and 100% gorgeous." (a/n: cheesy? yes. but it's some consolation to know that the motto's not mine.)
Suddenly Mejo screamed. "Sora, put that down!"
Sora glanced up, puzzled. She looked down at her hand. "It's a curling iron. So?"
But it was too late. The unmistakable aroma of burnt hair was permeating the otherwise fragrant air.
"Eek!" Mejo shrieked in horror.
"Heh heh," Sora laughed nervously. "Sorry?"
"Gah, Sora, what am I going to do with you?" And after a process that involved much screaming on Sora's part and much grunting from Mejo, her hair was finally tamed and pulled back in an extremely poor excuse for a bun.
"Oh well," Mejo had concluded sadly. "At least the veil will cover it up."
"OH MY GOSH!!! I FORGOT MY VEIL!!!"
"NOOOOOO!!!!" Mejo had slammed to the floor.
"I can always go out like this though," grinned Sora.
Klunk.
"Wake up! It was just a suggestion!"
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Sora walked slowly down the aisle. She had redone her hair (after Mejo was wheeled off to who knows where) and had stuck a few flowers behind her ears. 'It's okay," she mumbled to herself as she stared down at her feet. "You'll be fine..." She was too scared to look at the groom though. Scared that she might run away.
"I have an escape car parked by the back door," Mejo had muttered before the paramedics had towed her off.
'You don't need to use it, don't use it, don't use it, don't use it...'
"Hey Sora."
"Huh?"
"I thought I'd see you here."
"Tai?" Sora coughed.
Tai laughed. "Yeah, it's me."
"What are you doing here?" Sora managed to croak. "Run away! Hurry! Before Shurakin-san sees you and sits on your head!"
Tai winced. "That sounds painful."
"It is. I've seen him do it to a waiter. Still on life support, last I heard."
"You know, Sora, I'd love to talk. But how 'bout we do it after our wedding."
Sora choked. "OUR wedding?"
Tai just smiled and guided her slowly to the altar. The regular wedding stuff passed, blah blah blah. And then it came.
"Do you, Taichi Kamiya, take Sora Takenouchi as your lawfully wedded wife?"
"Yes, I do."
"And do you, Sora Takenouchi, take Taichi Kamiya as your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I..." Sora stopped.
Tai started to look worried.
Sora stared at his face for a couple of seconds. At his nose, cheeks, eyes...
He was perfect.
"Taichi, I love you," Sora whispered. "And I do." (a/n: but wait...there's more!! tm scary movie. i don't own that either.)
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After the Wedding:
"Where's Tai?" asked Sora.
"Well, he's your husband, isn't he?" replied a very red-faced lady, who was obviously more than a little jealous of Sora's good luck.
Sora stopped in front of the Men's Room. 'Well he said he would be using the restroom,' she thought grimly, 'and I haven't seen him for half an hour...so I guess it wouldn't be really wrong if I just open the door...'
"Yipes!"
"Sorry!" cried a retreating Sora. 'I'm going to kill him,' she thought. 'I'm going to kill him...'
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Two hours later:
Sora still hadn't found her husband. She sad down sadly on an empty pew. 'So this is what Tai felt when you left him...you cold-hearted jerk. You deserve this...serves you right if you never see him again...'
"Tai!" Sora sobbed. "I'm sorry..."
"Looking for me, babe?"
"Tai!"
He laughed.
"Where were you? You drove me crazy!"
"Just needed some time to think. So..." he smiled seductively.
"So what?"
"Are we just going to stand here? Doing nothing? We're married, aren't we? And that gives us certain rights..."
"Wait...no...stop." Sora pressed a hand with great difficulty on his chest. "Okay. Wait. Hard as it is for me to...uh...stop myself..." Tai's eyes glinted. "And as hard as it is for you," she added, "I really want to know, like, how this all happened. How we got married. I thought that I was marrying Shurakin Osamu..."
"Are you disappointed?"
"Oh no, Tai, no!"
"Well you're missing out on a lot of stuff, sweetie. Hair loss, body odor..." (Sora punched his arm.) "Oh...and his girlfriend too..."
"What?"
"Yeah. I know. A lady who sells toilet seats." He laughed. "Who would've guessed?"
"Wait. So how did this...uh...work out?"
"Okay. So I went up to his room a few days ago and pretended I was a waiter or something...I wanted to see the man you were marrying up close, you know...maybe 'accidentally' strangle him if I had to...and then he began coughing up his whole personal life...kinda boring at first, but whatever. So he tells me about some lady he has this 'passion' for and then I realize it isn't you. I wrote him a letter...told him that we had a secret 'passion' too...which was kind of a lie at the time, but I was desperate...and he wrote back and was all like, great, then the wedding's cancelled. But then he chickened out and didn't want to call you, so he told me to break you the news. I called him back and said that we wanted to get married pretty soon and if I could buy off the arrangements for this wedding, blah blah blah. He was in a totally good mood at the time...turns out he took his girlfriend skinny dipping..." (both of them shuddered) "and told me that I could...uh...just have the whole deal...you know...for taking you off his hands. So...yeah...here we are," Tai ended a little nervously.
Sora laughed. "How'd you know what I would say?"
"Easy. I saw the ring on your finger before I left."
"Oh really?" Sora raised an eyebrow. "So you were what? Stalking me?"
"In a way."
Sora grinned. "Aw, how romantic. And I never even knew." Her face grew suddenly serious, and Tai felt something wet fall on his lap.
"Are you crying, Sora?"
"No," she sobbed.
"Poor baby." He hugged her closer and leaned his cheek against her hair. She smelled so good...
"Tai?"
"Yeah?"
"You're supposed to kiss me, you idiot."
"Anything you say."
And Tai carefully lifted his wife's head in his hands, looked deep into her eyes, and pulled her close (a/n: i know it's corny, so please don't flame). Their lips were only centimeters apart when...
Tai sneezed. (a/n: sorry.)
"Oh Tai!!" Sora half-wailed, fighting a burning desire to slap him. Hard. She stood up. "Look, I'll find you some Kleenex, okay? Just hold on..."
But she hadn't walked more than three steps before she felt a pair of arms slide sensually across her waist. Sora lifted her head. "Tai, honey? What's..."
She didn't get to finish.
Tai's lips met hers. Sora made an indistinctable noise in her throat, then pressed her lips tighter against his. And tighter. He carefully lifted her in his arms and pressed her gently against the pew...
Sora broke the kiss. Tai's mouth dropped.
"Come on, Sora," he whined.
She grinned. "Hey Mrs. Kamiya!"
"What the...?"
Tai spun around and was blinded by the flash of a camera. "Kari..." he growled.
"Oh!" Tai's mom was in tears. "My little baby boy...get a room, sweetheart."
"We made reservations. Room 966. Yusamo Street. Escape car waiting in the back. Go, go, go!!" Kari hissed.
"But the reception..." Sora started.
"Screw the reception! Just leave, you two. Tai's been waiting for a really long time..."
"Hey!"
"Whatever, Tai. Oh, and a little suggestion...don't try keeping your diary in the litter box anymore. It really reeks."
"That's where I left it?"
"Everything from age twelve to nineteen."
"Oh great..."
"Don't worry. I haven't told Mom about the bedsheets. Yet."
"Bedsheets? You mean the ones that...mmphmph."
Tai clapped his hand over his mother's mouth.
"Er...Sora honey? I think we should leave." He coughed. "Now."
"Wait...I want to know about the bedsheets..."
"Sora!"
"All right! I'm coming!"
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Tai woke up and looked at the clock. 1:03 a.m.
"Tai? What is it, honey?"
He smiled. "Nothing. Go back to sleep."
Sora kissed him in reply. "That was fun. We should..uh...do it again some time." (a/n: hey! they're married, right? Ugh...sorry...I suck so bad when it comes to romantic scenes...)
"Yeah." Tai's grin glowed softly in the moonlight.
"It was really weird, though, huh?"
"WHAT?"
"No...Tai...I meant...how we met and stuff..."
"Yeah."
"I read a book once...called Twist of Fate...about these two people who met and fell in love...and one of them was engaged to another person..."
"How ironic."
"I know...weird thing was...the guy she was originally in love with...he hid their engagement ring in a flower too..."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah...and Tai...why didn't you tell me before?"
"About the ring?"
"Yeah."
"Because I wanted to see...you know...if you would still love me. Even after we were separated and stuff."
"I had no idea! I'm...I'm sorry, Tai. I know it doesn't make up for everything but still. I really am."
"And I actually believe you."
"Aw. You're sweet." Sora turned herself around. "Good night, honey. See you in the morning."
"You too babe..." Tai planted a soft kiss on her cheek. "Love you."
"Love you too..."
Tai settled back in his blankets. Coincidence, really. How books could be so similar to real life...
err...I really didn't want to get into the whole hotel fiasco but I had to kinda explain the fic's title. ::sighs:: please don't flame just cuz it's corny. and I tried to describe a kissing scene. i really did. but it turned out kinda tacky. ::shudders involuntarily:: so tell me what you think. is the story so horrendous that i should just shake my head and delete it all forever? or should I keep it on the site? ::sighs again:: note to self: never write a series during finals week. ever. ::small whimper:: i'm going to need a week to recuperate...
"Uh, lady? The one at the front desk? Yeah..um...can I get the phone number of Tai Kamiya? Room 309? Yeah thanks. Huh? He couldn't have...no, you're wrong. He wouldn't have checked out...I mean...not without saying goodbye. I know it's not your problem but..."
The phone went dead.
Sora stared, then threw it against the wall.
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A day before the wedding:
"I just can't believe he's not going to be here for my wedding!" Sora wailed.
Her hairdresser sighed. "Look, honey, you're not even sure who's going to be in the audience. Maybe he'll there, sweetie. You just don't know it. So," she looked grimly at the bride. "You sure you want to carry through with this?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be sure?" Sora replied flatly.
"There's two people in the world you have to trust dear. Your lawyer and your hairdresser. It's a rule of life. You can't trust me, you can't trust anyone." And with that, she gave a smile of satisfaction.
"Mejo, look. I've already told you...it's not a matter of love or anything. It's more along the lines of..." (here Sora gave a pathetic shudder) "responsibility. Oh, I know he's fat and ugly and old and..." Her voice sank down to a whisper.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Just let it all out."
"Sterile."
Mejo gave a start. Sora didn't really blame her. "What?"
"Sterile," mumbled Sora hurriedly. "But hey it's a good thing, right? I mean...you know...all the genetics and stuff...and what's the use of squeezing out a kid that looks like Osamu? Come on, be positive."
"Oh please."
"He needs a woman, Mejo. Look," Sora beamed rapturously, "I've even made a list."
Mejo took the eighteen-foot long list (scary but true) and began to read.
"Uhh...so he's joining Weight Watchers? And taking showers?"
"Only every other day," Sora stammered. "It takes too much work to fit the wheelbarrow inside the tub."
"And he's playing putt-putt golf? And using Rogaine?"
"He sorta needs it."
Mejo sighed. "I hate getting all philosophical on you, kid, but this isn't going to work out. Live life with love, and it's going to be worth living. And sweetie, life without love is no life at all." She smiled happily. "I made that up, you know?"
Sora's face suddenly looked a little tired. "Oh...um..really? That's nice. Yeah...you should really go publish a book..." She faltered a little as she looked down at her hands. One of them wore a large, gold, ruby-encrusted ring. "Only the best for my pumpkin," Shurakin had said. But she wasn't looking at his ring. Oh, no. She was staring at the tiny, sparkling diamond ring that she wore on her left hand. And slowly, almost shyly, she slid it off and put it on her right...
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The Wedding Day:
"You're sure you want to go down there."
"Yeah...I guess."
"You're sure you're sure?"
"Mejo, please!"
"Weren't you paying any attention to me yesterday at all?"
"Of course!" She gave her a hug. "You're my best friend."
Mejo grumbled loudly.
"Well, I guess this is it, huh? I'll be Mrs. Shurakin Osamu in an hour and...fifty-three seconds. Heck, I can't wait!!" ('Oh geez. I think I'm overdoing the enthusiasm,' she thought.)
"Good luck, kid."
"Thanks. Um, so uh...how do I look?"
"Fabulous. As always."
"Whoa. That's real funny. Ha ha. Call the ambulance. I think I'm having a spasm."
But she did look kind of nice. Not nice. Stunning. Her wedding dress was simple and sweet. A sleeveless top, and a satin bow around the middle. A soft trim of lace around the edges gave it a delicate, lingerie kind of look. The bottom part of the gown was, in the words of the designer, "50% chiffon, 50% lace, and 100% gorgeous." (a/n: cheesy? yes. but it's some consolation to know that the motto's not mine.)
Suddenly Mejo screamed. "Sora, put that down!"
Sora glanced up, puzzled. She looked down at her hand. "It's a curling iron. So?"
But it was too late. The unmistakable aroma of burnt hair was permeating the otherwise fragrant air.
"Eek!" Mejo shrieked in horror.
"Heh heh," Sora laughed nervously. "Sorry?"
"Gah, Sora, what am I going to do with you?" And after a process that involved much screaming on Sora's part and much grunting from Mejo, her hair was finally tamed and pulled back in an extremely poor excuse for a bun.
"Oh well," Mejo had concluded sadly. "At least the veil will cover it up."
"OH MY GOSH!!! I FORGOT MY VEIL!!!"
"NOOOOOO!!!!" Mejo had slammed to the floor.
"I can always go out like this though," grinned Sora.
Klunk.
"Wake up! It was just a suggestion!"
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Sora walked slowly down the aisle. She had redone her hair (after Mejo was wheeled off to who knows where) and had stuck a few flowers behind her ears. 'It's okay," she mumbled to herself as she stared down at her feet. "You'll be fine..." She was too scared to look at the groom though. Scared that she might run away.
"I have an escape car parked by the back door," Mejo had muttered before the paramedics had towed her off.
'You don't need to use it, don't use it, don't use it, don't use it...'
"Hey Sora."
"Huh?"
"I thought I'd see you here."
"Tai?" Sora coughed.
Tai laughed. "Yeah, it's me."
"What are you doing here?" Sora managed to croak. "Run away! Hurry! Before Shurakin-san sees you and sits on your head!"
Tai winced. "That sounds painful."
"It is. I've seen him do it to a waiter. Still on life support, last I heard."
"You know, Sora, I'd love to talk. But how 'bout we do it after our wedding."
Sora choked. "OUR wedding?"
Tai just smiled and guided her slowly to the altar. The regular wedding stuff passed, blah blah blah. And then it came.
"Do you, Taichi Kamiya, take Sora Takenouchi as your lawfully wedded wife?"
"Yes, I do."
"And do you, Sora Takenouchi, take Taichi Kamiya as your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I..." Sora stopped.
Tai started to look worried.
Sora stared at his face for a couple of seconds. At his nose, cheeks, eyes...
He was perfect.
"Taichi, I love you," Sora whispered. "And I do." (a/n: but wait...there's more!! tm scary movie. i don't own that either.)
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After the Wedding:
"Where's Tai?" asked Sora.
"Well, he's your husband, isn't he?" replied a very red-faced lady, who was obviously more than a little jealous of Sora's good luck.
Sora stopped in front of the Men's Room. 'Well he said he would be using the restroom,' she thought grimly, 'and I haven't seen him for half an hour...so I guess it wouldn't be really wrong if I just open the door...'
"Yipes!"
"Sorry!" cried a retreating Sora. 'I'm going to kill him,' she thought. 'I'm going to kill him...'
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Two hours later:
Sora still hadn't found her husband. She sad down sadly on an empty pew. 'So this is what Tai felt when you left him...you cold-hearted jerk. You deserve this...serves you right if you never see him again...'
"Tai!" Sora sobbed. "I'm sorry..."
"Looking for me, babe?"
"Tai!"
He laughed.
"Where were you? You drove me crazy!"
"Just needed some time to think. So..." he smiled seductively.
"So what?"
"Are we just going to stand here? Doing nothing? We're married, aren't we? And that gives us certain rights..."
"Wait...no...stop." Sora pressed a hand with great difficulty on his chest. "Okay. Wait. Hard as it is for me to...uh...stop myself..." Tai's eyes glinted. "And as hard as it is for you," she added, "I really want to know, like, how this all happened. How we got married. I thought that I was marrying Shurakin Osamu..."
"Are you disappointed?"
"Oh no, Tai, no!"
"Well you're missing out on a lot of stuff, sweetie. Hair loss, body odor..." (Sora punched his arm.) "Oh...and his girlfriend too..."
"What?"
"Yeah. I know. A lady who sells toilet seats." He laughed. "Who would've guessed?"
"Wait. So how did this...uh...work out?"
"Okay. So I went up to his room a few days ago and pretended I was a waiter or something...I wanted to see the man you were marrying up close, you know...maybe 'accidentally' strangle him if I had to...and then he began coughing up his whole personal life...kinda boring at first, but whatever. So he tells me about some lady he has this 'passion' for and then I realize it isn't you. I wrote him a letter...told him that we had a secret 'passion' too...which was kind of a lie at the time, but I was desperate...and he wrote back and was all like, great, then the wedding's cancelled. But then he chickened out and didn't want to call you, so he told me to break you the news. I called him back and said that we wanted to get married pretty soon and if I could buy off the arrangements for this wedding, blah blah blah. He was in a totally good mood at the time...turns out he took his girlfriend skinny dipping..." (both of them shuddered) "and told me that I could...uh...just have the whole deal...you know...for taking you off his hands. So...yeah...here we are," Tai ended a little nervously.
Sora laughed. "How'd you know what I would say?"
"Easy. I saw the ring on your finger before I left."
"Oh really?" Sora raised an eyebrow. "So you were what? Stalking me?"
"In a way."
Sora grinned. "Aw, how romantic. And I never even knew." Her face grew suddenly serious, and Tai felt something wet fall on his lap.
"Are you crying, Sora?"
"No," she sobbed.
"Poor baby." He hugged her closer and leaned his cheek against her hair. She smelled so good...
"Tai?"
"Yeah?"
"You're supposed to kiss me, you idiot."
"Anything you say."
And Tai carefully lifted his wife's head in his hands, looked deep into her eyes, and pulled her close (a/n: i know it's corny, so please don't flame). Their lips were only centimeters apart when...
Tai sneezed. (a/n: sorry.)
"Oh Tai!!" Sora half-wailed, fighting a burning desire to slap him. Hard. She stood up. "Look, I'll find you some Kleenex, okay? Just hold on..."
But she hadn't walked more than three steps before she felt a pair of arms slide sensually across her waist. Sora lifted her head. "Tai, honey? What's..."
She didn't get to finish.
Tai's lips met hers. Sora made an indistinctable noise in her throat, then pressed her lips tighter against his. And tighter. He carefully lifted her in his arms and pressed her gently against the pew...
Sora broke the kiss. Tai's mouth dropped.
"Come on, Sora," he whined.
She grinned. "Hey Mrs. Kamiya!"
"What the...?"
Tai spun around and was blinded by the flash of a camera. "Kari..." he growled.
"Oh!" Tai's mom was in tears. "My little baby boy...get a room, sweetheart."
"We made reservations. Room 966. Yusamo Street. Escape car waiting in the back. Go, go, go!!" Kari hissed.
"But the reception..." Sora started.
"Screw the reception! Just leave, you two. Tai's been waiting for a really long time..."
"Hey!"
"Whatever, Tai. Oh, and a little suggestion...don't try keeping your diary in the litter box anymore. It really reeks."
"That's where I left it?"
"Everything from age twelve to nineteen."
"Oh great..."
"Don't worry. I haven't told Mom about the bedsheets. Yet."
"Bedsheets? You mean the ones that...mmphmph."
Tai clapped his hand over his mother's mouth.
"Er...Sora honey? I think we should leave." He coughed. "Now."
"Wait...I want to know about the bedsheets..."
"Sora!"
"All right! I'm coming!"
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Tai woke up and looked at the clock. 1:03 a.m.
"Tai? What is it, honey?"
He smiled. "Nothing. Go back to sleep."
Sora kissed him in reply. "That was fun. We should..uh...do it again some time." (a/n: hey! they're married, right? Ugh...sorry...I suck so bad when it comes to romantic scenes...)
"Yeah." Tai's grin glowed softly in the moonlight.
"It was really weird, though, huh?"
"WHAT?"
"No...Tai...I meant...how we met and stuff..."
"Yeah."
"I read a book once...called Twist of Fate...about these two people who met and fell in love...and one of them was engaged to another person..."
"How ironic."
"I know...weird thing was...the guy she was originally in love with...he hid their engagement ring in a flower too..."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah...and Tai...why didn't you tell me before?"
"About the ring?"
"Yeah."
"Because I wanted to see...you know...if you would still love me. Even after we were separated and stuff."
"I had no idea! I'm...I'm sorry, Tai. I know it doesn't make up for everything but still. I really am."
"And I actually believe you."
"Aw. You're sweet." Sora turned herself around. "Good night, honey. See you in the morning."
"You too babe..." Tai planted a soft kiss on her cheek. "Love you."
"Love you too..."
Tai settled back in his blankets. Coincidence, really. How books could be so similar to real life...
err...I really didn't want to get into the whole hotel fiasco but I had to kinda explain the fic's title. ::sighs:: please don't flame just cuz it's corny. and I tried to describe a kissing scene. i really did. but it turned out kinda tacky. ::shudders involuntarily:: so tell me what you think. is the story so horrendous that i should just shake my head and delete it all forever? or should I keep it on the site? ::sighs again:: note to self: never write a series during finals week. ever. ::small whimper:: i'm going to need a week to recuperate...