Title: Chapter Six: Yours Truly, Davis
Author: Ghost Dancer
Warnings: None
Pairings: Nothing, but hints are there if you look
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I sobbed, my head buried in my crossed arms. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my whole body shaking uncontrollably. What possessed them to act like that? Why did they have to push me of the edge?
"Hello? Is they're anyone out here?" June's voice asked the silent hallway. "Oh! Davis!" I felt gentle arms wrap around me, pulling me into a hug.
"What happened?" June asked softly.
"They- They-" I sniffed. "I- I mean-" Words seemed to fail me as I sat. There seemed no way to describe everything that had happened without the tears stopping. But they showed no signs of stopping, as they rolled relentlessly down my face.
I sat there for what felt like hours, though it was probably only a few minutes. Slowly my tears slowed, until the sobs had almost stopped completely.
"Come on, up you get." June said, helping me to stand. She gave me a small crooked smile. "You don't have to tell me a thing, don't worry."
I nodded thankfully, as we made our way into the kitchen, where I flung myself onto a stool.
"They don't understand." I say, not caring that June is sitting on the stool beside me, listening attentively "They don't care about me, they only think about themselves. They can't grasp the concept of friendship." I babbled. "I don't see how they can keep any of their friends. They don't understand that friends are supposed to be FRIENDS. I hate them." I stopped to take a deep breath. "All of them. Not one of them could possibly know what friends are." I fall silent, not knowing what else to say.
June stands up and walks over to a cupboard. Pulling it open, she takes out a glass, and, walking over to the fridge, she pulls out the carton of milk.
"Well Davis, if they aren't good friends, then it looks like you need to make some new ones." June says, as she carefully pours herself a glass of milk.
"I already have." I say firmly.
"Good." June says. "That's the first step."
"What's the second?" I ask suspiciously.
"Letting your old friends know that you're still their friends," June said calmly, taking a gulp of her milk. "But that you need to move on to new things."
I nod slowly. Suddenly, I feel that I have to go for another walk. Perhaps this one will be less disserts than the last.
"I'm going out." I say abruptly.
"What?" June said, startled. "But you just got back!" But I am already out the door.
"Well, at least he's getting his exercise." June muttered.
I stride along the sidewalk, knowing that there's somewhere I'm going, but also knowing that I have no clue as to where I'm going. I let my feet carry me, along the sidewalks and though intersections, until they carry me all the way to a very familiar site, just beside a bridge...
"Davis! Hey!" I stare. Ken bounds towards me, grinning. "Have you heard about the party?" He asks. "I was going to call you, but I had to stay late at school." He stops, noticing my silence.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I say calmly. "Everything's fine and dandy. And yes I know about the party. I'm not going."
Ken nods slowly, digesting this information.
"That's too bad." He says, after a moment.
"Aren't you mad?" I ask, turning to look at him in surprise.
"Why should I be?" Ken asks.
"That was everyone else's reaction." I mumble, turning to stare out at the water.
"Well then, be thankful I'm not 'everyone else'." Ken says cheerfully.
A smile twitches at my lips. Ken always knows how to cheer me up.
"Anyway, I had to stay late at school." Ken says.
"You? Stay late?" I ask in surprise.
"Even I am not safe from accidents." Ken says with a grin. "Especially one's that involve mixing dangerous potions to see weather they blow up in your face or not."
I laugh at this. "Not a chemist, eh Ken?" I say.
Ken makes a face. "Never have been, never will be."
There is a short pause, disturbed only by the sound of waves lapping against the sandy strip of beach.
"Well it's late, I had better be going. Should I tell the others you said hi?" Ken asks.
"Yeah." I say slowly.
"Bye Davis!" He calls as he heads off.
"Wait!" I shout suddenly. Ken turns around. I run up to him.
"Do you have paper and pen handy?" I ask hopefully.
"Yeah, sure." Ken slings his backpack of his shoulders and sets it on the ground. After a moment of rummaging around, he comes up with a single piece of paper and a very battered looking pencil.
I scribble at the paper, my hand moving swiftly from one side to the other, filling it with words. A second later, I am done. After scanning my work over, I fold the paper and hand it to Ken.
"Give this to the others." I say firmly.
Ken looks at me for a moment. Then he takes the paper and smiles. "You got it."
"Thanks Ken." I say. "Bye!" Waving I head off. It's almost dinnertime anyway.
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Ken waved as Davis walked away. Then he turned his gaze to the small piece of folded paper. Carefully, Ken opened the paper and scanned the page, a smile forming on his face as he did.
Dear Fellow DigiDestened,
I'll start this off by saying that I don't expect any apologies for earlier. We where and, if you're like me, still are angry. I know you didn't mean to hurt my feelings, but you did. It's not that I don't like you anymore, it's just that we where never exactly friends. The only real reason we hung out together was because we are all DigiDestened. But that's the only real reason, for us younger kids anyway. There were never any real bonds of friendship between us. I'm not laying the blame anywhere, but it's the truth. I hope you'll forgive me, but I have found a group of friends that I feel I am a real part of. You are all still my friends, don't worry. And maybe, if we give each other a rest for a while, then we could come back and start over, if you know what I mean. I hope you all have fun at the party.
Yours Truly, Davis
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Ghost Dancer: Yippie! *throws confetti in the air* It's DONE! *does victory dance*
Chibi Daisuke: ^^ Yay!
Chibi Yamato: I hate you.
Chibi Ken: Where those Kensuke hints?! @.@
Ghost Dancer: Review please! Make me a happy person! ^^; Enjoy! *runs off to celebrate*
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Author: Ghost Dancer
Warnings: None
Pairings: Nothing, but hints are there if you look
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I sobbed, my head buried in my crossed arms. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my whole body shaking uncontrollably. What possessed them to act like that? Why did they have to push me of the edge?
"Hello? Is they're anyone out here?" June's voice asked the silent hallway. "Oh! Davis!" I felt gentle arms wrap around me, pulling me into a hug.
"What happened?" June asked softly.
"They- They-" I sniffed. "I- I mean-" Words seemed to fail me as I sat. There seemed no way to describe everything that had happened without the tears stopping. But they showed no signs of stopping, as they rolled relentlessly down my face.
I sat there for what felt like hours, though it was probably only a few minutes. Slowly my tears slowed, until the sobs had almost stopped completely.
"Come on, up you get." June said, helping me to stand. She gave me a small crooked smile. "You don't have to tell me a thing, don't worry."
I nodded thankfully, as we made our way into the kitchen, where I flung myself onto a stool.
"They don't understand." I say, not caring that June is sitting on the stool beside me, listening attentively "They don't care about me, they only think about themselves. They can't grasp the concept of friendship." I babbled. "I don't see how they can keep any of their friends. They don't understand that friends are supposed to be FRIENDS. I hate them." I stopped to take a deep breath. "All of them. Not one of them could possibly know what friends are." I fall silent, not knowing what else to say.
June stands up and walks over to a cupboard. Pulling it open, she takes out a glass, and, walking over to the fridge, she pulls out the carton of milk.
"Well Davis, if they aren't good friends, then it looks like you need to make some new ones." June says, as she carefully pours herself a glass of milk.
"I already have." I say firmly.
"Good." June says. "That's the first step."
"What's the second?" I ask suspiciously.
"Letting your old friends know that you're still their friends," June said calmly, taking a gulp of her milk. "But that you need to move on to new things."
I nod slowly. Suddenly, I feel that I have to go for another walk. Perhaps this one will be less disserts than the last.
"I'm going out." I say abruptly.
"What?" June said, startled. "But you just got back!" But I am already out the door.
"Well, at least he's getting his exercise." June muttered.
I stride along the sidewalk, knowing that there's somewhere I'm going, but also knowing that I have no clue as to where I'm going. I let my feet carry me, along the sidewalks and though intersections, until they carry me all the way to a very familiar site, just beside a bridge...
"Davis! Hey!" I stare. Ken bounds towards me, grinning. "Have you heard about the party?" He asks. "I was going to call you, but I had to stay late at school." He stops, noticing my silence.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I say calmly. "Everything's fine and dandy. And yes I know about the party. I'm not going."
Ken nods slowly, digesting this information.
"That's too bad." He says, after a moment.
"Aren't you mad?" I ask, turning to look at him in surprise.
"Why should I be?" Ken asks.
"That was everyone else's reaction." I mumble, turning to stare out at the water.
"Well then, be thankful I'm not 'everyone else'." Ken says cheerfully.
A smile twitches at my lips. Ken always knows how to cheer me up.
"Anyway, I had to stay late at school." Ken says.
"You? Stay late?" I ask in surprise.
"Even I am not safe from accidents." Ken says with a grin. "Especially one's that involve mixing dangerous potions to see weather they blow up in your face or not."
I laugh at this. "Not a chemist, eh Ken?" I say.
Ken makes a face. "Never have been, never will be."
There is a short pause, disturbed only by the sound of waves lapping against the sandy strip of beach.
"Well it's late, I had better be going. Should I tell the others you said hi?" Ken asks.
"Yeah." I say slowly.
"Bye Davis!" He calls as he heads off.
"Wait!" I shout suddenly. Ken turns around. I run up to him.
"Do you have paper and pen handy?" I ask hopefully.
"Yeah, sure." Ken slings his backpack of his shoulders and sets it on the ground. After a moment of rummaging around, he comes up with a single piece of paper and a very battered looking pencil.
I scribble at the paper, my hand moving swiftly from one side to the other, filling it with words. A second later, I am done. After scanning my work over, I fold the paper and hand it to Ken.
"Give this to the others." I say firmly.
Ken looks at me for a moment. Then he takes the paper and smiles. "You got it."
"Thanks Ken." I say. "Bye!" Waving I head off. It's almost dinnertime anyway.
* * * *
Ken waved as Davis walked away. Then he turned his gaze to the small piece of folded paper. Carefully, Ken opened the paper and scanned the page, a smile forming on his face as he did.
Dear Fellow DigiDestened,
I'll start this off by saying that I don't expect any apologies for earlier. We where and, if you're like me, still are angry. I know you didn't mean to hurt my feelings, but you did. It's not that I don't like you anymore, it's just that we where never exactly friends. The only real reason we hung out together was because we are all DigiDestened. But that's the only real reason, for us younger kids anyway. There were never any real bonds of friendship between us. I'm not laying the blame anywhere, but it's the truth. I hope you'll forgive me, but I have found a group of friends that I feel I am a real part of. You are all still my friends, don't worry. And maybe, if we give each other a rest for a while, then we could come back and start over, if you know what I mean. I hope you all have fun at the party.
Yours Truly, Davis
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Ghost Dancer: Yippie! *throws confetti in the air* It's DONE! *does victory dance*
Chibi Daisuke: ^^ Yay!
Chibi Yamato: I hate you.
Chibi Ken: Where those Kensuke hints?! @.@
Ghost Dancer: Review please! Make me a happy person! ^^; Enjoy! *runs off to celebrate*
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