AN: All right guys I'm gonna submit the last two chapters of this story tonight.

I'm sorry it's taken so long. Suffered some personal tragedies that really left me not

in the mood to write or submit any more stories. But maybe this'll help. I hope you all enjoy it. Please review. I don't own digimon.

Sora!"

The red-head turned at the sound of someone calling her name.

"Oh, hi Sakura. How was your weekend?" Sora asked the other girl.

"Wonderful. It was so nice to see my parent's and Sam again."

"Sam's your boyfriend right?"

"Speaking of boyfriends you'll never guess who I saw this weekend." Sakura exclaimed.

"Who?"

"Tai!" Sakura told the other girl. She knew little of the breakup that had happened last year. Only that it had been sudden and unexpected. Many people had been surpassed when the seemingly happy couple had decided to end their relationship.

"You saw Tai? How's he doing?" Even Sora could hear the anxiety in her voice. Their breakup had been swift and clean, but Sora knew that he had been hurt, despite her attempts to hide his pain.

"Well, he seems to be doing pretty well. I think he's dating some French girl."

"You mean Catherine!?" Sora asked, remembering the blonde digi-destined he'd met during his trip to France with T.K.

"Yeah, I think that's her name. From what I've heard they've been spending quite a bit of time together, and he seems to really like her."

Sora sighed as a feeling of relief swept through her. She had been really worried about

her friend these last few months, and letters from Tai's sister, Kari, did not ease her conscience. At least now he seemed to be coming out of hiding. But then nothing had been able to keep that boy down for long.

"What's that smile for?" Sakura asked, surprised at the number of emotions that had crossed her friend's face in the last minute or so.

"Oh, I'm just glad to hear he's doing well." Sora told her.

"OK. So, are you gonna go to that dance tonight?"

"Oh the Freshman Festival is tonight isn't it.? I've been so busy, I forgot all about it."

"So are you gonna go?"

"I suppose." Sora told her. The dance tonight was designed to welcome all the incoming students. While Sakura had been attending Tokyo Univ. for the last two year. Sora had just started a couple of weeks ago.

"Great! How about we do a little shopping this afternoon? Since this is the first dance of the season it requires something special." Sakura said. Sora laughed, Sakura was always coming up with some exscuse to go shopping. She sure hadn't changed much since their days together in high school. Sora's smile faded a little as she though of another old friend who had always looked for an exscused to do a little shopping.

"Sure Sakura."







It was after five before the two girls got home.

"Sakura, we've been gone for three hours!" Sora exclaimed as she walked over to the small kitchen in her apartment to grab a bottle of water.

"So. We had to find you the perfect dress and I think we may have succeeded too. The dance starts in less than an hour so we gotta hurry up and get ready." Sakura cried as she began to run around the small apartment picking up various items she would need for the night ahead.

Sora laughed at the site before her. Sakura was such a character, but she had been there for Sora during her first two weeks of school. She wasn't sure she would have been able to make it without her new friend. She sure could have used that friendship the two years after she had graduated from high school, but Sakura had already enrolled in the University.

"Come on Sora. You've gotta get ready!" Sakura admonished her friend.

"All right Sakura. I'm getting ready. You know it's really no big deal if we're late." Sora told her, in an insane attempt to reason with her.

"Late! What are you saying? Sora, we cannot be late!" Sakura cried, horrified at the mere thought.

"All right!" I'm getting ready and we won't be late."





"Well, what do you think?" Sora asked as she finally emerged from her bedroom where she'd been for the last forty-five minutes.

As Sakura turned around at the sound of her friend's voice she couldn't stop the gasp that escaped from her lips.

"Sora, you look awesome. I knew that dress was the perfect choice!"

Sora could feel her cheeks heat up at Sakura's compliments. Yet, even she had to admit she'd never looked better. The dress the two girls had picked out was made of black silk and ended just about an inch short of her knees. It clasped around her neck and hugged her upper body comfortably before it fanned out below her knees. Her well toned and tanned legs were enough to make any guy stop for a second look. The price was a little higher than she'd wanted to spend, but the look on her friend's face was worth every penny.

"Well the dress you picked out is beautiful as well." Sora complimented her, trying to divert the attention away from herself, and indeed the dress was beautiful. It was made of a dark green velvet that complimented Sakura's emerald colored eyes. It hung off her shoulders and clung to her upper body before falling off her hips and ending just past her knees.

"Well Sora I think we're ready and just in time too, the dance starts in about ten minutes." Sakura told Sora, as the excitement within her began to grow.

"Yeah, but it'll only take us about five minutes to get since we live here on campus."

"Well then let's go!" Sakura exclaimed as she began to push Sora out the door.

"Hold on, I need to grab my purse. Without money to get in, getting all dressed up and walking over there would be a complete waste of time."

"All right, just hurry up!"

"I've got my purse now let's get going." Sora said as she locked her apartment.



The party had just started when they'd arrived. They had each danced with several different guys before taking a break and getting a drink.

"Unbelievable. It's certainly true that some things don't change over time." Sakura commented as she took a sip of her punch.

Sora had been enjoying her brief moment of peace and was surprised at her friend's unexpected remark. She noticed that Sakura was watching a rather large group of girls who were apparently trying to gain some guy's attention.

"What do you mean?"

"Matt of course. Even in high school there were always some group of girls chasing him. And nothing has changed... Sora! What's wrong?" Sakura questioned when she finally turned her attention back to the red-head only to find that her face had lost all of it's color.

"Matt! He's here!?" Sora cried.

"Of course Sora. He started here this semester. Didn't you know?"

"No I didn't. Last I heard he was still in the states on tour with his band." Sora explained. She couldn't control the heady amount of joy and anxiety that coursed through her body.

"He quit his band earlier this year from what I've been told, he was tired of all the travel and harassment he was receiving from over zealous fans. He wanted to settle down to find a more steady job. I think he's planning to major in astronomy and physics."

"Matt quit the band and is studying physics and astronomy?" The former digi- destined of love cried, all this info. was leaving her dazed. He had loved music and performing on stage. What could have happened to have changed all that.

"Sora how could you have not known all this? You guys were really close friends in high school."

"He left right after graduation, no warning at all. Almost like it was a last minute decision. I guess we just lost touch over the years." Sora told Sakura, with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Well, why don't you go over there and talk to him?"

"NO! Uhm.. I mean he seems really busy and I don't want to bother him. Besides I'm sure we've changed a lot over the years and I don't think we'd really have that much to talk about." Sora rambled a bit nervously.

"Really? Well you better think of something to talk about because he's coming this way."

"WHAT!" Sora cried as she turned and sure enough he was making his way over to the pair. Sora could feel the world around them disappear as ruby eyes met sapphire. She was startled by the number of emotions that ran through her body. But one in particular stood out among all the others, one she had thought was long dead. The crowd seemed to part as he slowly made his way towards her. And never once did brilliant blue eyes waiver.