Love Story
-by Yo-yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, but don't ya' wish I did?
A/N: I am sad to say that Matt is not gay in this one, so I must cry in shame.
ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!! TAIORA 4 LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love Story
He was livid; he had class in ten minutes, and the librarian wouldn't give him to book that he'd requested.
"Look lady," he whispered through clenched teeth, "I've got class in ten minutes, and it's clean across campus; I need this book."
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice carrying a little hostility, "but this book cannot be taken from this building. If you want, you can buy this book at Barnes and Nobles, but you cannot take this book home."
Slamming his hand loudly on the countertop, he managed to growl, "This book costs a hundred bucks, I'm not wasting…"
"Oh please, I'm totally sure that you can afford it, preppy!" she spat.
By now a lot of eyes were on the dueling couple. Some snickers seemed to think to think it was just a lover's spat, while others thought otherwise.
Ignoring their eyes, he glared at her. With the rage bubbling inside him and fizzing in his veins. He didn't notice the most unique and alluring eyes in the world. Their gentle crimson held a certain- something that couldn't be hidden by the dark frames of her stylish Gucci glasses.
Closing his eyes in frustration, he took a deep breath. "Please," he began much calmer, "I need this book…"
"My apologies, but I'm not allowed to let you take this book from the facilities. If you want, I could put the book on hold so that…"
"What I want, is the damn book!" he sneered, his voice dangerously low. Suddenly light flickered in his eyes and he stood up straight. "Ya' know what, you can keep the crappy book! When the Prof. asks why I failed his crappy course, I'll blame it on this damn library!" he sneered before stomping off into the cool weather.
She watched as he made his way out. Her eyes surveyed his powerful frame as he quickly made his way from the building.
*Why doesn't he just buy his own book? I know that he has the money, that stupid jackass!*
~***~
"…And she wouldn't give you the book?" his friend asked.
"Nope, and them she called me preppy!" he fumed.
"Is it possible," Matt began, "there's actually one female on this campus that does not know the famous Tai Kamiya? As much as I'm afraid to admit it, there has to be, she called him preppy!"
"Shut up man," Tai smiled, still a little irked.
"So what did she look like?" Matt inquired.
"I don't know, I wasn't paying attention."
"Nothing?" Matt pleaded.
"Oh yeah, she had like crimson eyes. They were kinda' pretty." He admitted.
"Hmmm." Matt thought, then she came to him, "Her? With the red hair and the dark glasses?!"
"Yeah."
"Oh man, she's hot!"
"No she's a pain in the ass!" Tai groaned.
"Asshole!" Matt grinned.
~***~
"…And he just left?" Sunny asked astonished.
"Yeah, he stalked off like some Neanderthal. He acted like a total jerk." She groaned.
"Hon, I hate to admit this to you, but generally, all guys are jerks."
"Nice to know." She smiled turning to adjust her easel.
"So, um, was he cute?"
"I don't rightly know; I was trying to explain to his dumbass that it's against library policy to let that damn book…"
"C'mon, ya' gotta' remember something!" Sunny interrupted.
"…Uh, he had big bushy hair, like he hadn't combed it in ten years…and he had brown eyes…"
Although her back was to Sunny, she hoped that she couldn't see the flush that just doused her. His eyes… his eyes were what caught her about him. He had these large puppy-dog chocolate-kissed eyes with tiny flecks of gold. Their intensity seemed to be a mixture of his livid anger and something else. That held a vitality that she'd never seen before.
"Did ya' catch his name?"
"No." she growled.
"Oh, it sounded like Kamiya, but I couldn't be if…"
"Who's Kamiya?" she inquired.
"Oh my God! You don't know Tai Kamiya?"
"No…"
"His this totally hot soccer player. You're missing something if you've never been graced with his presence…"
"I don't think I want to be with the way that you're talking…"
"Hon, ya' need to get out more."
She rolled her eyes as she grabbed the remote sitting beside her. Pressing the power button, it was a cue for Mozart to begin playing from the CD player.
"I hate when you do that." Sunny laughed.
But she wasn't listening anymore. Sunny tried a couple of more times, but obviously she didn't want to hear it.
"Ok, bye Sora, I'm out." She said gathering her books, ready to leave.
"Bye." Sora called after her, picking up a brush.
~***~
Walking through the dormitory halls, he looked at the scrap of paper in his hands. His head hurt from trying to figure out by what method did they number the doors. Seeing as e lived in an apartment off campus, this place was almost foreign to him.
Hearing Mozart flow from the open door of one of the rooms, he guessed that its occupant was still inside. Leaning on the doorframe, he peered inside. Sitting on a bed off to the side, a girl painted to the sound of the music.
"Hey!" he said casually, trying to look as appealing as possible.
It was obvious that she couldn't hear him through the music, she hadn't even hesitated when she picked up the next brush.
"Hey!" he called again, still keeping his dapper posture.
"What do you want?" a voice called above the music.
"Do you know where room 364 is?"
putting her brush down on her palette, she reached for the remote and silenced the CD player. Turning to face him, her eyes narrowed as they set themselves upon him.
Her lips quirked into a nautical smirk. "Oh look, the pissed preppy is back for more."
"And the lesbian librarian is still as bitchy as ever." He retorted.
"What do you want?" she asked folding her arms across her chest.
"Do you know where room-?" he began.
"Why don't you just tell me who you want? It'd me more productive." She interrupted, the look of disgust and dislike had not disappeared from her face.
"Mimi…"
"Next door, but she isn't home." she said while standing up.
For the first time since he'd met her, he realized how beautiful she was. her elbow length strawberry blonde tresses hung loosely over her shoulders. Her clear crimson eyes twinkled with innocence foreign to him, or any other girl that he'd ever met. Her soft pink curved lips were the type that one could never imagine anything nonkosher from touching. Her lips were the type that made him ache when he thought about kissing them. Her long thick black eyelashes looked as if they were reaching up to touch her eyelids. She was tall, yet still a head shorter than him. She was built like a dancer, long and thin, with lean muscles rippling under her toned tanned skin.
She wore only a red sleeveless hoodie and spotless white floods. On her feet were brilliantly cleaned flat Keds. She had the type of beauty that needed no make up or fashionable clothes to be noticed.
She noticed the way that his eyes roamed over her, scrutinizing her thoroughly. A small smile appeared at her lips as she grabbed her backpack and walked towards him.
He watched her as she approached him. He noticed the simple sway of her hips and the arch of her back. It wasn't until she pressed against him that he was aware of her intoxicating scent. She smelled of wild lilies.
He cleared his throat as he tried to clear his mind. He was bathing in her scent now, and couldn't help bending his head to her neck, ready to taste her on his tongue and carry her to the bed.
"Where is she?" he whispered in her ear, wanting desperately to take her in his arms.
She liked how she could reduce him to this. Leaning in a little closer, she turned her head so that his lips were just above hers, and whispered, "It's Mimi, just think…"
His spine tingled as her breath swept past him, he wasn't playing anymore, this girl was making parts of him ache that he really needed under his control.
An even broader smile stretched her lips as she felt something at his pelvis move. Leaning in a little closer until her lips brushed past his, she grabbed her coat from behind him and backed off. Brushing past him as she entered the hall, she looked back. "Close the door behind you."
He turned to watch her as she disappeared down the long stretch of hall.
Letting out a huge sigh, he leaned against the doorframe, hitting his head against the hard wood. Inside he groaned all over, not only because of the effect she had on his body, but also because of the effect she had on his person.
~***~
"…She did what!" Matt exclaimed.
"Shhh." Others hushed.
"I told you." Tai whispered.
"Did you get her number?"
"No…"
"Did you at least get her name?"
"Nope."
"Man, a totally hot chick not only flirts with you, but also raises your… uh… spirits, and you don't even get her damn name." Matt laughed, "Kamiya, you're pathetic!"
"I'm not the one who dragged his friend down here to spy on smart chicks." Tai retorted.
"Yeah, I'm perfectly sure ya' love ta' hang around the dumb ones!"
"Whatever."
"Look, I gotta' get this thesis written up!"
"Yeah right, I was surprised to find that you even knew where this place was. you could have…" his voice trailed off.
"Have what?" Matt asked.
Then he noticed his friends gaze and his silence spoke volumes. she didn't notice the two male eyes ogling her as she immersed herself in a book. They watched as she haphazardly walked through the library.
Today she wore a tight blue sweater that unbuttoned at the base to reveal her navel. She wore very flattering tight blue jeans and black Mary Janes with huge soles. Her long hair was pulled into a single ponytail with a long orange tress dangling before her eyes. Today she wasn't wearing glasses that hid her brilliant eyes.
As in slow motion, she knowingly walked into a bookcase and fell back on a cart. He was surprised that she hardly screamed as she fell to the floor.
"Are you ok?" he asked miraculously before her. Kneeling down to aide her up, he repeated his question, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah." She smiled as he helped her up. "Thanks."
"Yeah." He smiled as he handed her the book. "Do you want to get coffee?"
"I guess I have to since you went out of your way to help and insignificant bystander like me, huh preppy?" she smirked.
He stared at her, his brown eyes flickering, yet he remained silent.
"What, no witty response, no put down?" she asked with an attractive brow raised. "You really disappoint me preppy." She smiled.
"I thought you'd be thrilled that I hadn't retorted." He replied firmly.
"Since when do you care what I think?" she mocked, "Isn't it your place to put down poor folk like me?"
"I am poor folk like you!"
"No you're not. I know the type, you go to an Ivy League school, have a lavish apartment near campus, um… and either you went to boarding school, or a really expensive private school." She smiled as his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "…Wondering how I know so much about you? That's what I hate about you guys. You think you're so complicated, troubled and unpredictable, and you're not! You think that all you have to do is flaunt your puppy-dog eyes and flash your irresistible smile and girls will come running!" the look of sheer disgust was back again, "but you guys are all jerks!"
"Ya' know what, if you got that stick from up your ass you'd realize that not everybody conforms to your guidelines. Not everyone is a stereotype…"
"Yeah, you sure proved that thesis for me!" she snapped.
"Why'd you accept my invitation if ya' hate me so much?" he glared.
"Ya' know what, I'm not even sure…"
"I think…"
"I'll decline." She interrupted.
"You'd better…" he sneered.
"Die!" she snapped before whirling around and stomping away.
TBC…
A/N: sorry that they're both jerks in this one, but they had to be to build the relationship and their characters.
P. S. I'm going to Florida on the 2nd, so I won't be able to upload or type anything more for a while, but I will write.
P. P. S. I passed my swim test!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P. P. P. S. happy b-days to my amigs Nikki, Ashley and Aisha, I hope your sweet 16s definitely were!
-by Yo-yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, but don't ya' wish I did?
A/N: I am sad to say that Matt is not gay in this one, so I must cry in shame.
ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!! TAIORA 4 LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love Story
He was livid; he had class in ten minutes, and the librarian wouldn't give him to book that he'd requested.
"Look lady," he whispered through clenched teeth, "I've got class in ten minutes, and it's clean across campus; I need this book."
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice carrying a little hostility, "but this book cannot be taken from this building. If you want, you can buy this book at Barnes and Nobles, but you cannot take this book home."
Slamming his hand loudly on the countertop, he managed to growl, "This book costs a hundred bucks, I'm not wasting…"
"Oh please, I'm totally sure that you can afford it, preppy!" she spat.
By now a lot of eyes were on the dueling couple. Some snickers seemed to think to think it was just a lover's spat, while others thought otherwise.
Ignoring their eyes, he glared at her. With the rage bubbling inside him and fizzing in his veins. He didn't notice the most unique and alluring eyes in the world. Their gentle crimson held a certain- something that couldn't be hidden by the dark frames of her stylish Gucci glasses.
Closing his eyes in frustration, he took a deep breath. "Please," he began much calmer, "I need this book…"
"My apologies, but I'm not allowed to let you take this book from the facilities. If you want, I could put the book on hold so that…"
"What I want, is the damn book!" he sneered, his voice dangerously low. Suddenly light flickered in his eyes and he stood up straight. "Ya' know what, you can keep the crappy book! When the Prof. asks why I failed his crappy course, I'll blame it on this damn library!" he sneered before stomping off into the cool weather.
She watched as he made his way out. Her eyes surveyed his powerful frame as he quickly made his way from the building.
*Why doesn't he just buy his own book? I know that he has the money, that stupid jackass!*
~***~
"…And she wouldn't give you the book?" his friend asked.
"Nope, and them she called me preppy!" he fumed.
"Is it possible," Matt began, "there's actually one female on this campus that does not know the famous Tai Kamiya? As much as I'm afraid to admit it, there has to be, she called him preppy!"
"Shut up man," Tai smiled, still a little irked.
"So what did she look like?" Matt inquired.
"I don't know, I wasn't paying attention."
"Nothing?" Matt pleaded.
"Oh yeah, she had like crimson eyes. They were kinda' pretty." He admitted.
"Hmmm." Matt thought, then she came to him, "Her? With the red hair and the dark glasses?!"
"Yeah."
"Oh man, she's hot!"
"No she's a pain in the ass!" Tai groaned.
"Asshole!" Matt grinned.
~***~
"…And he just left?" Sunny asked astonished.
"Yeah, he stalked off like some Neanderthal. He acted like a total jerk." She groaned.
"Hon, I hate to admit this to you, but generally, all guys are jerks."
"Nice to know." She smiled turning to adjust her easel.
"So, um, was he cute?"
"I don't rightly know; I was trying to explain to his dumbass that it's against library policy to let that damn book…"
"C'mon, ya' gotta' remember something!" Sunny interrupted.
"…Uh, he had big bushy hair, like he hadn't combed it in ten years…and he had brown eyes…"
Although her back was to Sunny, she hoped that she couldn't see the flush that just doused her. His eyes… his eyes were what caught her about him. He had these large puppy-dog chocolate-kissed eyes with tiny flecks of gold. Their intensity seemed to be a mixture of his livid anger and something else. That held a vitality that she'd never seen before.
"Did ya' catch his name?"
"No." she growled.
"Oh, it sounded like Kamiya, but I couldn't be if…"
"Who's Kamiya?" she inquired.
"Oh my God! You don't know Tai Kamiya?"
"No…"
"His this totally hot soccer player. You're missing something if you've never been graced with his presence…"
"I don't think I want to be with the way that you're talking…"
"Hon, ya' need to get out more."
She rolled her eyes as she grabbed the remote sitting beside her. Pressing the power button, it was a cue for Mozart to begin playing from the CD player.
"I hate when you do that." Sunny laughed.
But she wasn't listening anymore. Sunny tried a couple of more times, but obviously she didn't want to hear it.
"Ok, bye Sora, I'm out." She said gathering her books, ready to leave.
"Bye." Sora called after her, picking up a brush.
~***~
Walking through the dormitory halls, he looked at the scrap of paper in his hands. His head hurt from trying to figure out by what method did they number the doors. Seeing as e lived in an apartment off campus, this place was almost foreign to him.
Hearing Mozart flow from the open door of one of the rooms, he guessed that its occupant was still inside. Leaning on the doorframe, he peered inside. Sitting on a bed off to the side, a girl painted to the sound of the music.
"Hey!" he said casually, trying to look as appealing as possible.
It was obvious that she couldn't hear him through the music, she hadn't even hesitated when she picked up the next brush.
"Hey!" he called again, still keeping his dapper posture.
"What do you want?" a voice called above the music.
"Do you know where room 364 is?"
putting her brush down on her palette, she reached for the remote and silenced the CD player. Turning to face him, her eyes narrowed as they set themselves upon him.
Her lips quirked into a nautical smirk. "Oh look, the pissed preppy is back for more."
"And the lesbian librarian is still as bitchy as ever." He retorted.
"What do you want?" she asked folding her arms across her chest.
"Do you know where room-?" he began.
"Why don't you just tell me who you want? It'd me more productive." She interrupted, the look of disgust and dislike had not disappeared from her face.
"Mimi…"
"Next door, but she isn't home." she said while standing up.
For the first time since he'd met her, he realized how beautiful she was. her elbow length strawberry blonde tresses hung loosely over her shoulders. Her clear crimson eyes twinkled with innocence foreign to him, or any other girl that he'd ever met. Her soft pink curved lips were the type that one could never imagine anything nonkosher from touching. Her lips were the type that made him ache when he thought about kissing them. Her long thick black eyelashes looked as if they were reaching up to touch her eyelids. She was tall, yet still a head shorter than him. She was built like a dancer, long and thin, with lean muscles rippling under her toned tanned skin.
She wore only a red sleeveless hoodie and spotless white floods. On her feet were brilliantly cleaned flat Keds. She had the type of beauty that needed no make up or fashionable clothes to be noticed.
She noticed the way that his eyes roamed over her, scrutinizing her thoroughly. A small smile appeared at her lips as she grabbed her backpack and walked towards him.
He watched her as she approached him. He noticed the simple sway of her hips and the arch of her back. It wasn't until she pressed against him that he was aware of her intoxicating scent. She smelled of wild lilies.
He cleared his throat as he tried to clear his mind. He was bathing in her scent now, and couldn't help bending his head to her neck, ready to taste her on his tongue and carry her to the bed.
"Where is she?" he whispered in her ear, wanting desperately to take her in his arms.
She liked how she could reduce him to this. Leaning in a little closer, she turned her head so that his lips were just above hers, and whispered, "It's Mimi, just think…"
His spine tingled as her breath swept past him, he wasn't playing anymore, this girl was making parts of him ache that he really needed under his control.
An even broader smile stretched her lips as she felt something at his pelvis move. Leaning in a little closer until her lips brushed past his, she grabbed her coat from behind him and backed off. Brushing past him as she entered the hall, she looked back. "Close the door behind you."
He turned to watch her as she disappeared down the long stretch of hall.
Letting out a huge sigh, he leaned against the doorframe, hitting his head against the hard wood. Inside he groaned all over, not only because of the effect she had on his body, but also because of the effect she had on his person.
~***~
"…She did what!" Matt exclaimed.
"Shhh." Others hushed.
"I told you." Tai whispered.
"Did you get her number?"
"No…"
"Did you at least get her name?"
"Nope."
"Man, a totally hot chick not only flirts with you, but also raises your… uh… spirits, and you don't even get her damn name." Matt laughed, "Kamiya, you're pathetic!"
"I'm not the one who dragged his friend down here to spy on smart chicks." Tai retorted.
"Yeah, I'm perfectly sure ya' love ta' hang around the dumb ones!"
"Whatever."
"Look, I gotta' get this thesis written up!"
"Yeah right, I was surprised to find that you even knew where this place was. you could have…" his voice trailed off.
"Have what?" Matt asked.
Then he noticed his friends gaze and his silence spoke volumes. she didn't notice the two male eyes ogling her as she immersed herself in a book. They watched as she haphazardly walked through the library.
Today she wore a tight blue sweater that unbuttoned at the base to reveal her navel. She wore very flattering tight blue jeans and black Mary Janes with huge soles. Her long hair was pulled into a single ponytail with a long orange tress dangling before her eyes. Today she wasn't wearing glasses that hid her brilliant eyes.
As in slow motion, she knowingly walked into a bookcase and fell back on a cart. He was surprised that she hardly screamed as she fell to the floor.
"Are you ok?" he asked miraculously before her. Kneeling down to aide her up, he repeated his question, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah." She smiled as he helped her up. "Thanks."
"Yeah." He smiled as he handed her the book. "Do you want to get coffee?"
"I guess I have to since you went out of your way to help and insignificant bystander like me, huh preppy?" she smirked.
He stared at her, his brown eyes flickering, yet he remained silent.
"What, no witty response, no put down?" she asked with an attractive brow raised. "You really disappoint me preppy." She smiled.
"I thought you'd be thrilled that I hadn't retorted." He replied firmly.
"Since when do you care what I think?" she mocked, "Isn't it your place to put down poor folk like me?"
"I am poor folk like you!"
"No you're not. I know the type, you go to an Ivy League school, have a lavish apartment near campus, um… and either you went to boarding school, or a really expensive private school." She smiled as his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "…Wondering how I know so much about you? That's what I hate about you guys. You think you're so complicated, troubled and unpredictable, and you're not! You think that all you have to do is flaunt your puppy-dog eyes and flash your irresistible smile and girls will come running!" the look of sheer disgust was back again, "but you guys are all jerks!"
"Ya' know what, if you got that stick from up your ass you'd realize that not everybody conforms to your guidelines. Not everyone is a stereotype…"
"Yeah, you sure proved that thesis for me!" she snapped.
"Why'd you accept my invitation if ya' hate me so much?" he glared.
"Ya' know what, I'm not even sure…"
"I think…"
"I'll decline." She interrupted.
"You'd better…" he sneered.
"Die!" she snapped before whirling around and stomping away.
TBC…
A/N: sorry that they're both jerks in this one, but they had to be to build the relationship and their characters.
P. S. I'm going to Florida on the 2nd, so I won't be able to upload or type anything more for a while, but I will write.
P. P. S. I passed my swim test!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P. P. P. S. happy b-days to my amigs Nikki, Ashley and Aisha, I hope your sweet 16s definitely were!