Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance / Comedy
Disclaimer: Roses are red, milk isn't blue, I don't own Digimon, so plz, plz don't sue
A/N: Alright! Cliffhanger! It went from humor to sweet romance in like, what, two seconds three tops. And it turned out a little more angsty than I had originaly had planned. I actually didn't plan on having any angst. Lol, well I'm sorry if that's not what you were really expecting from that chapter, I just kinda said "screw you plot!" and wrote what ever popped into my brain the second it popped up in it. Um...this chapter is not going to be the ending, so keep looking out for more. This chapter is going to be pretty short though. (even for my standards) Thought = '...' & Speach = "..." Please R & R.
Boardwalk: 2nd Coming
There was a rustling sound as something from under the covers moved. A aburn head poked out of the blankets, took one look at the daylight, and dove under again. Outside the door, a shrill voice called out for the boy to go downstairs and eat some breakfast. The boy groaned and rolled out of bed with a loud THUD on the floor.
"Ow..." he said as he sat up.
There was a thunderious knock at the door as the same shrill voice started to complain again.
"Daisuke! You can't just keep wallowing in your own self pity. Try getting up for once. Whatever happened couldn't have been that bad!"
It had been three days since Daisuke's little mishap at the fair and he wouldn't even come out of his room. Not for food, not for soccer, and defently not for school. Any sort of sound hurt his ears, and he winced in pain as each word his sister Jun had yelled reached his normally unsenstive ears. But Daisuke just sat there, not uttering anything, until his Onee-chan had gave up and left for school. She always gave in quickly and Daisuke was thankful for that.
Daisuke unravled himself from the blankets. As he stood, he piled them unto the bed and went over to sit at his desk. Unlike most people he knew, he never had a comuter in his room. Nor did he want one. So, like in old fashioned times, he took out a pen and some paper. He just sat there for a few minutes pondering what to write about next.
Ever since the incident with Takeru, he had taken up writing. Stories where everything turned out to the characters advantage, everything goes ok in the end, no matter how rocky the road was or how bad the situation.
He thought back to the day. Everything was going fine. He was having a weird time with Tk, him always disapearing and reapearing throughout the whole scenerio. By the blond boy's actions, Daisuke was so sure that he liked him. Whatever it was, it made him quite confused, furstrated and flustered. Why, oh why did he act on impulse? Grr, he was really angry at himself. But he was also saddened by Takeru's reaction. Was it so wrong to kiss him? Takeru had been flurting with him the whole evening, even leaving Hikari to be with him...Daisuke.
What did he mean to the blond? He was sure that there was more than friendship shown towards him. But, then, why did he run away? Why did everything have to fall apart?
Sliently shedding his tears over the paper, Daisuke decided what he had to do. Well, he would do it - just not directly. He would go to someone for help, but not just anyone could or would even want to help him.
'Ken...' he thought to himself. 'Ken will be able to help me. We were just being childish before. But I don't know if I want to or not. It's obvious I have something wrong with me. That's why I'm so easly swayed.'
Daisuke decided that he would go to school tomorrow and face his fears. Ask Ken about his trobules and confront Takeru. He quickly changed his clothes and went downstairs to where his mother had left him bacon and eggs. By this time, they were gone cold, but Daisuke did not care, any food right now was good enough, it didn't matter what it was. As long as it was eatible. He sat down with a HUMF and begain to scarf down his breakfast.
Genre: Romance / Comedy
Disclaimer: Roses are red, milk isn't blue, I don't own Digimon, so plz, plz don't sue
A/N: Alright! Cliffhanger! It went from humor to sweet romance in like, what, two seconds three tops. And it turned out a little more angsty than I had originaly had planned. I actually didn't plan on having any angst. Lol, well I'm sorry if that's not what you were really expecting from that chapter, I just kinda said "screw you plot!" and wrote what ever popped into my brain the second it popped up in it. Um...this chapter is not going to be the ending, so keep looking out for more. This chapter is going to be pretty short though. (even for my standards) Thought = '...' & Speach = "..." Please R & R.
Boardwalk: 2nd Coming
There was a rustling sound as something from under the covers moved. A aburn head poked out of the blankets, took one look at the daylight, and dove under again. Outside the door, a shrill voice called out for the boy to go downstairs and eat some breakfast. The boy groaned and rolled out of bed with a loud THUD on the floor.
"Ow..." he said as he sat up.
There was a thunderious knock at the door as the same shrill voice started to complain again.
"Daisuke! You can't just keep wallowing in your own self pity. Try getting up for once. Whatever happened couldn't have been that bad!"
It had been three days since Daisuke's little mishap at the fair and he wouldn't even come out of his room. Not for food, not for soccer, and defently not for school. Any sort of sound hurt his ears, and he winced in pain as each word his sister Jun had yelled reached his normally unsenstive ears. But Daisuke just sat there, not uttering anything, until his Onee-chan had gave up and left for school. She always gave in quickly and Daisuke was thankful for that.
Daisuke unravled himself from the blankets. As he stood, he piled them unto the bed and went over to sit at his desk. Unlike most people he knew, he never had a comuter in his room. Nor did he want one. So, like in old fashioned times, he took out a pen and some paper. He just sat there for a few minutes pondering what to write about next.
Ever since the incident with Takeru, he had taken up writing. Stories where everything turned out to the characters advantage, everything goes ok in the end, no matter how rocky the road was or how bad the situation.
He thought back to the day. Everything was going fine. He was having a weird time with Tk, him always disapearing and reapearing throughout the whole scenerio. By the blond boy's actions, Daisuke was so sure that he liked him. Whatever it was, it made him quite confused, furstrated and flustered. Why, oh why did he act on impulse? Grr, he was really angry at himself. But he was also saddened by Takeru's reaction. Was it so wrong to kiss him? Takeru had been flurting with him the whole evening, even leaving Hikari to be with him...Daisuke.
What did he mean to the blond? He was sure that there was more than friendship shown towards him. But, then, why did he run away? Why did everything have to fall apart?
Sliently shedding his tears over the paper, Daisuke decided what he had to do. Well, he would do it - just not directly. He would go to someone for help, but not just anyone could or would even want to help him.
'Ken...' he thought to himself. 'Ken will be able to help me. We were just being childish before. But I don't know if I want to or not. It's obvious I have something wrong with me. That's why I'm so easly swayed.'
Daisuke decided that he would go to school tomorrow and face his fears. Ask Ken about his trobules and confront Takeru. He quickly changed his clothes and went downstairs to where his mother had left him bacon and eggs. By this time, they were gone cold, but Daisuke did not care, any food right now was good enough, it didn't matter what it was. As long as it was eatible. He sat down with a HUMF and begain to scarf down his breakfast.