Disclaimer- I do not own Digimon. It belongs to Toei and all it's other rightful owners. The only thing I own here is the plot. Please don't sue me.
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Author's Note: Here is the third part of The Perfect Image. I know, I know. It's late. Very late. It was supposed to be here months ago, but heck. Better late then never, right? Actually, I just started typing because my life was threatened.

- Rose Silverstein
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The Perfect Image






Yolei sighed and flopped onto her bed. The night had been perfect. There was no other way to describe it. Perfection was the only word.

She slowly undress herself and pulled on her night gown. She got into bed. She would be having a lot of dreams now. Maybe about their next date . . .

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Ken parked his car and pulled the key out. Okay, so the night had been great. Fantastic. Maybe he should ask her out again . . .

He was wondering where they should go next when he noticed a small white bottle on the passenger's seat. He picked it up, wondering what it was. He examined it closely. "What in the Digi-world-?!"

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The next morning . . .

"Bye, Mom! I'm late! And I'll be coming home late! Cheer-leading practice this afternoon!!" Yolei shouted. She ran out of the house, munching on a piece of toast.

She was wearing a blue mini-skirt and a satin, white collared shirt which was tucked into her skirt. She let her hair out. There was a blue scrunchi around her wrist so that she could pull her hair back into a pony tail when she had gym. White socks and white shoes.

Halfway to school, she glanced down at her watch. 8:35am. She moaned. "These are the kind of times I really wish I had a car," she grumbled to herself.

She had woken up a bit late. So, she just had to eat something or she'd probably sleep all day. 'Hey, what the heck?' she had tought, 'a toast wouldn't hurt. I won't be eating until dinner tonight anyway.'

She was panting by the time she got to school. She opened the door and jogged to her locker. At least the bell didn't ring. She got the books for her first class and slammed the locker door shut. She raced into her home room and sat down just as the bell rang. She sighed in relief. 'Made it,' she thought to herself.

After school, Yolei skipped along to the gym. She was trying to act normal, but she had another head ache and she had almost fell asleep two times during math. Yolei was worried about this. If this kept up and her grades dropped, she might get kicked off the cheer-leading team.

All through practise, she wanted nothing more than to bite into a slice of pizza. When practise was over, she felt as if she'd collapse.

She walked outside the school to find it raining. "Oh, shoot," she muttered, "this is just great. Just great. Perfect." She stepped out into the rain and began to jog home, ignoring her headache which had gotten worst.

When she was a little soaked, a blue car drove along the street and slowed down next to her. It was Ken. Yolei stopped and watched as he got out of the car. "Get in," he ordered, "I have to talk to you." "Huh?" she asked as she walked up to him, "about what?" "Just get in," he said, sternly, something like anger visible on his face.

"But-" Yolei started. "Get in," Ken interrupted. Yolei slowly got in next to the passenger's seat. Ken also got in and he began to drive. To her surprise, he did a U-turn and began to drive the other way. "Ken, where're we going?" she asked.

He didn't reply. Yolei thought it was best to keep silent and she did. He kept on driving for almost half an hour. Then, he finally stopped along a beach shore.

"Ken?" she asked. "How can you do this?" came the reply or question. "Huh?" she asked. Ken turned and glared at her. "What?" she asked. He held up the bottle he found.

Yolei felt as if she had just swallowed a steel bar. "H-how . . . Where did you-" she began. "I found it last night after our date. I was wondering what was so wrong with you," Ken answer, still glaring at her.

Yolei turned and burried her face in her hands. "Are you trying to commit suicide or something? I talked to your sister and she said that you hadn't been eating much. She said that sometimes you weren't eating anything," she heard him say. His voice had softened up a bit now. "No," she choked as she felt tears in her eyes. "Then why?" he demanded.

"It's because I hate myself! I'm fat and ugly and I hate it! I wanted to change myself," she blurted out. Then, she started to cry. She felt his arms around her. Pretty soon, she was crying into his chest.

"Who said you were ugly?" he asked, stroking her hair. "Me," she choked out as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I loved you better the way you were before," he whispered. "You hate me now, don't you?" she asked.

He wrapped his arms around her and whispered three words into her ear. "I love you." "I love you, too," she whispered back.

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A few days later . . .

"Time has run out!" the announcer announced, "Odaiba wins 0 to 18!" Everybody who was cheering on Odaiba errupted in cheers. The cheerleaders, who were supposed to chant out their victory cheer, forgot all about their routine and rushed forward to congratulate the soccer team.

Yolei rushed forward and jumped right into her boyfriend's arms. What had happened a few days earlier was behind them. Yolei was back to feeling like her own self again. "Wanna go to the movies tonight?" Ken ansked after they'd kissed. "Sure, why not?" she asked. He grinned. He cupped her chin and pressed his lips to hers as they kissed again.

The End

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A.N. The moral to this fic is don't go on a diet. The other moral is that if you are on a diet, don't take a bottle of diet pills on a date. The other one which doesn't really have anything to do with the main plot is that if you don't review I. Will. Kill. (laughs) Just joking . . . 'Til next time, I'm Rose Silverstein! Chow!

- Rose Silverstein