I DO NOT own Digimon, nor do I own any of the characters. I am just writing this 'cuz I feel like it, and I'm not getting paid. Please don't sue me!
Oh, and sorry for the poor formatting... I had to use Notepad...;P
Chapter III
A heard of girls pressed by Sora when the concert was over, talking excidedly, squealing, and laughing. She held her ground as a particularly large croud swept past her, then, clutching her backstace pass tightly, she made her way through the crowd. When she finally reached the stage, a cluster of girls that were younger than her, probably fifteen and sixteen. They all had pouty expressions, and were arguing amongst themselves.
"I told you they would never believe these were real!"
"Well, if you wouldn't have said..."
"It wasn't MY fault!"
"I was THIS close to seeing Yamato! THIS CLOSE!"
"Maybe we shouldn't go in such a large group next time."
"HA! YOU JUST WANNA HAVE HIM TO YOURSELF!"
Sora realized that they had probably forged backstage passes. She held hers closer to her, just in case they saw hers and decided to fight for it.
This is insane! Sora thought These people will do anything to get back there!
Sora timidly approached the big, burly man that gaurded the door that led backstage.
"Whadda ya wan'." The man had a deep, growly voice. His sentence sounded more like a statment than a question.
Feeling very small, Sora handed him her pass. He examined it closely.
"Hmmnnn..." He growled. "It looks valid... Go ahead."
He opened up the door, and she walked in.
Matt was sitting on a couch, packing up his guitar. The other bandmates were talking, gathered around a table loaded down with snacks.
"Hi, Matt."
Matt glanced up at the sound of his name.
"Hey, Sora!" His face broke into a dazzling smile. Sora noted in the back of her mind just how much he looked like a guy in a toothpaste commercial.
"Hello, Yama." Sora said quietly, "Where is everyone else?"
He looked confused for a moment. (A rare expression to be on his face) "Everyone else?" he asked, bewildered. "Oh! You mean the other digidestined!" he began to laugh warmly. "I only," his voice grew quiet. "I only invited you." This brought a shocked expression to Sora's face, but inside, her heart rose into her throat with joy.
"Wh-why did you invite me here?" she asked.
"I've missed you, haven't seen you all summer," he replied, "Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Oh yes, yes I am!" She struggled to find the right words to express her joy, "You won't believe how much!"
He smiled again. Here, let me finish packing up here and I'll take you somewhere special.
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They walked through the darkness, Matt holding Sora's hand, leading her.
"Where are we going?" she asked for what seemed to be the millionth time.
"Like I said, you'll see when we get there!" Sora was starting to reconsider her situation. Here she was, in the dark, with a guy she liked, but didn't know alot about, going who knows where.... A shudder went up Sora's spine.
"Almost there. Now close your eyes..." Sora clenched her teeth, then shut her eyes. She heard a bush rustle.
"Open your eyes!" Matt instructed. Slowly, Sora opened her eyed, then gasped at what she saw. The lake of the park was ahead of them, and a starry sky streched above them. There was no moon, so the stars burned more brightly than Sora had ever seen them. They were standing on a small grassy bank, the lake straight ahead, a dense enclosure of buhses right behind them. Matt sat down, and heasataintly, Sora followed suit. The stars reflected in the lake as well as if it were a huge mirror. A cold breeze blew past them, Sora, still wearing her thin shirt, shivered.
" Are you cold?" Matt asked, a tone of worry in his voice. She nodded in reply, her teeth were starting to chatter.
"Here."
She felt something warm get draped over her shoulders, Matt had taken off his coat and was letting her use it.
"What about you, Matt?" She asked, she didn't want to make him cold at her expense.
"Um, in case you haven't noticed, I'm wearing a sweatshirt."
Smiling to herself, Sora gazed up into the sky. She found the silence disturbing, so she atttempted to start a conversation. "Where's the little dipper?" She asked.
Matt looked up into the black sky. "Do you see the big dipper?"
"Yeah." Sora pulled the coat around her shoulders, then leaned up against Matt.
He put his arm over her shoulder, and with his other hand he pointed to the familiar constellation. "Look at where the handle is. Follow it down to the main part. look at the two outer stars.
"Follow them with your eyes. Start at the bottom star, then follow it up to the one above it. Keep going on that path until you see that really bright star. The Northern Star. It is part of the handle of the little dipper. Do you see it now?"
Sora nodded. "Arigato, I have always been able to find the big dipper, but never the smaller one."
They sat in silence for a short while, until...
"LOOK AT THAT!" Sora exclaimed. "Did you see that shooting star?"
"Yeah. Did you remember to make a wish?"
Sora grinned and looked up at him. "Maybe.."
"What did you wish for?"
"Wouldn't you like to know..." Sora teased.
"Please tell me!" Matt was playing along.
"If I tell you, It wont come true!"
"Ah, fine, you win."
Sora looked up at him. He gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer to him. As she placed her head on his strong chest, she felt his heart beating steadily. A wave of emotion swept over her, and she decided to take a chance and try something she had always wanted to do (No!! Not that!)
She slowly closed her eyes, and lifted her head towards Matt's, tilting back her head slightly. Matt had his eyes closed as well, and was slowly leaning towards her...
"MATT!!!! SORA!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?
Yamato and Sora whipped their heads behind them. Although they couldn't distinguish any facial features in the darkness, the big hair was a dead giveaway to the intruder.
"Taichi! What are YOU doing here?!?" Sora screamed.
Tai stopped. "I knew Matt was going to invite you to his concert, so I followed you there." *Ha, I said it,* He thought bitterly.
Matt stood up and clenched his hands into fists.
"I'm giving you 5 seconds to get the hell outta here," he challenged.
Tai also made fists. "Make me."
Matt didn't really want to fight one of his best friends, even if he was being the worlds biggest jerk, so instead he took Sora's arm and his guitar case. "Let's go."
Matt led Sora past Tai, through the darkened park and into the parking lot, stopping when he reached his mororcycle. He slung the shoulder strap accross his back and got onto his bike. "Here, I'll take you home," he offered, a tired tone in his voice.
Sora silently got on, and wrapped her arms around him.
"Not so fast," He passed her a helmet, and he put on his own, buckling it securely. Sora trusted Matt to be a good driver, so she didn't bother to buckle hers. Again, she wrapped her arms around him.
"Ready?"
"Ready when you are," Sora murmured. She was preoccupied thinking about Tai. Why did he do that? How did he find her? What was going on?
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Closing her eyes, Sora snuggled closer to Yamato, worries about Tai cleared from her mind. Never, even in her wildest dreams, did she ever imagine she would be like this with Matt; skimming through the streets of Tokyo on a motorcycle. Her hair whipped accross her face as she felt his comforting warmth. She opened her eyes halfway to watch the pinpricks of light on the Tokoyo tower and on the skyscrapers. Everything was so perfect. She closed her eyes again, inhaling deeplly and spelling the soft essense of his cologne.
Suddenly, she felt Matt's muscles tense up.
"Wha?!?" Sora exclamed. Almost instantly, the blaring sound of a car horn filled her ears. There was a screeching sound, tires trying desperately to stop... The lurch of the impact was followed by searing staps of pain in her wrist, leg, ankle, and head.
Darkness.
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AuThOrS nOtE:- Ha! A longer chapter! I will get chapter 4 up soon!!! Please R&R with your comments!! I hope you liked it! Also, you can e-mail me at sailor_dawn@hotmail.com if you like my story. If you wanna flame me, email eat_cow_pies@you stinketh.com (I hope that isn't someones actual address! *gulp* ^_~)