*^* Sweethearts, Soybeans, and Solitaire *^*

A Digimon Fanfic by Bandit
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*^* Chapter 2- Too Late... *^*

"Sorry, Davis, but I'm already going with TK."

"What?" Davis said, his voice cracking on a note that definitely proved he was entering puberty, as if his habitual behavior toward Kari hadn't already done that. "No way!"

"Yes way," Kari said absently, rummaging through her locker for her math homework. "He asked me on Saturday."

"Butbutbut...but that's the day I came over!" Davis stammered.

"Yeah, I know," Kari said, stuffing an armful of papers and books into her bag. "He asked me right after you left, in fact. Why?"

Davis didn't answer. He was trembling in an odd, spasmodic way, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. Kari blinked at him a few times, watching his face turn a rich shade of purplish-red, and then shrugged and walked away with her bag over her shoulder.

"AAAAARRGH!" Davis yelled as soon as she was out of hearing range. "I can't believe that stupid TY beat me to the punch again! Gaahh..." He slammed his fist into the wall next to him.

There was a ripping noise, and a piece of paper fluttered to the floor, torn from its tape. Frowning, Davis bent to pick it up, his anger forgotten as he scanned it absently. Suddenly, a figurative light bulb seemed to go on over his head. His expression changed to one of intense interest, and he began to read it over carefully, a grin beginning to light his face. It was not a nice grin; in fact, it rather resembled a shark's right before it attacks a nice large tuna, or car tire, or fat swimming lady, or whatever it is sharks eat. However, it *was* a grin of great confidence and deviousness.

"Hmm..." Davis said. "I think I've just thought of a tricky plan..."

By the time he finished running home, he was panting and out of breath. Veemon met him at the door.

"Davish, what's wrong?" he said, looking worried. "You're all out of breath, and I think your face is leaking..."

Reaching up to wipe sweat from his forehead, Davis held out his piece of paper.

"Look at this, Veemon!"

Veemon blinked. "I can't read, Davish."

"Oh, yeah." Davis plunked down in a chair and read the poster out loud. "It says, 'Valentine's Day Ads! Don't miss your chance to tell that special someone just how much you care about them in the February issue of the OMS Oracle. 50 yen for a small spot, 100 for a big one! Get your submissions in by February 9th to the journalism room!"

"Oh, how cute... So?" Veemon said.

"So, this could be my big chance to get Kari to go to the dance with me!"

"But...she's already going with TK, isn't she?" Veemon said now thoroughly confused.

"Yeah, but not for long! Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Veemon?"

"Um, I think so, Davish...but what does Neil Diamond have to do with the world's biggest banana split?"

"Never mind. You wouldn't understand my tricky plan anyway."

"Oh! You made a tricky plan? Good for you! What's it about, Davish?"

"I already said! I'm going to get Kari to go to the dance with me, thanks to these ads!"

"Yeah, but...how? Are you going to ask her in an ad? 'Cuz, I don't think that's gonna work very well..."

"No, Veemon," Davis sighed in exasperation. "The ads won't come out until the day of the dance, anyway. No, my plan is much more tricky than that! Those ads can be signed, and I'm going to do a little impersonation! Oh, I'm so smart I scare myself..."

"What a coincidence," Veemon commented. "You're starting to scare me, too."

"Be quiet. I'm going to go put this tricky plan into action!"

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