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--- Author's Note ---

My third big story. If you know me, you'll know the couple. If you guys get sick of all these chapter stories, tell me, okay? POV's change during the story. Pleaz review.

--- Disclaimer ---

I don't own the characters. Title, summaries and some ideas taken from the SVJH books.

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Sora

I must be crazy, I thought, looking down. Sickly, yellow gelatin. Lime pie, topped with, what I think, was supposed to be whipped cream. Watery chocolate pudding.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. As if I could actually find an edible dessert in the Odaiba High cafeteria. I craned my neck and peered around at the top shelf. Finally I spotted something that actually looked appetizing- one piece of chocolate cake covered in fudge frosting. Of course, it was all the way in the back.

Biting my lip in frustration, I stretched my arm as far as possible. I still couldn't reach it.

Suddenly, a long, muscular arm reached around me and pulled down the plate.

I whirled around. "Matt," I blurted out, surprised. I stared at him for a second. "I mean- hi!"

I'd forgotten how intense Matt Ishida's gorgeous blue eyes were. I'd barely seen him since we started school again. We were really good friends when we were younger. We even spent two years together with our other friends in the Digital World.

But when we started high school, we never talked. We've said hello a couple of times but he was always surrounded by his fans. He was the lead singer in this band at our school and he always had girls chasing him. Literally.

"Did you want this?" Matt asked. He placed the slice of cake on my tray.

"Oh- thanks," I replied.

"Hey move it," a guy behind us complained. "Some of us would like to eat lunch today."

"Sorry," I muttered, my cheeks burning. I flashed Matt an embarrassed smile, then grabbed my tray and hurried over to the cash register.

"Hey Sora, hold on," Matt called. He walked over to me and waited while I paid. "How about we share that piece of cake?" he asked, grinning. "Since I don't have any dessert."

"Sure," I replied happily, feeling a twinge of excitement.

"So, do you want to grab a table?" Matt asked, looking around the loud, hectic cafeteria.

"Um..." I paused and looked around. "How about over there?" I suggested, pointing to a table nearby.

Matt shrugged. "Whatever you want."

I pulled up a chair and put down my tray.

Matt glanced over at my food. "That's just scary," he told me, shaking his head.

I examined the crusty brown meat loaf, pasty mashed potatoes and limp vegetables. He had a point. "Yeah, well, there weren't a lot of options," I said frowning.

"Wait a sec," Matt said, reaching into his lunch bag. He pulled out a huge tuna sandwich on a crusty roll.

"Trying to make me jealous?" I joked.

Matt unwrapped the sandwich, then separated the halves and held one out to me. "It's only fair," he said. "Since we're splitting the cake."

"That's okay," I said. "You don't have to-"

"I insist," Matt argued. He put the sandwich half down on my tray.

"Okay," I said, smiling shyly. "Thanks."

That was one of the things I really liked about Matt. He was so thoughtful and generous. The ultimate nice guy. Unlike our friend Tai who probably wouldn't notice if I were starving.

"So, why'd you quit soccer, Sora?" he asked me, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

I looked up in surprise. I used to play soccer when I was younger. Now I played tennis. "I don't know," I replied. "I guess I got sick of it." I shrugged.

"Oh," Matt said. He paused for a second. "You know I was kind of hoping we'd run into each other sometime. I've looked around for you around school a few times but you've always seemed busy."

He's looked around for me? What did that mean, exactly? Oh well. It sounded positive.

"What are you doing after school today?" he asked.

"I have tennis practice," I said after a second. "But I should be done by three."

Matt smiled. "Great," he said. "Why don't we meet at the Palace when you're done?"

I blinked. The Palace is a pizzeria where the kids at our school go to hang out. Was Matt asking me out? Not that it should matter. Matt and I are just friends.

But there was only one way to find out for sure.

"See you then," I agreed.