Author's Note: This is chapter 6, the one where things get a leetle confusing. I WILL be putting any and all digis into this story one way or another. If you are a tamer on the site, and your digimon has an illustration, I will be e-mailing you… or contacting you… in any way possible. Some of you have already been contacted. If you would like to contact me, and tell me either yes or no, the e-mail me at skypooka@yahoo.com . Things I need for that are like what color dress/ tux they'd wear for something like a ball… trust me… they'll need it. If I don't get one, then I'm makin' one up. If you would like to make a character up for one of Esse's digi's that don't have a partner, then go right ahead. Batmon is already taken know duh. I'm going to be using Deimon, so don't ask for her. Rawkmon is also taken. Thank you and have a nice day. Oh, and one more thing, if you are roleplaying w/ me, then you shouldn't relate any of the things that appear in this story to the roleplay… meaning, in the roleplay, Liz and Brad should still be together Esse… unless you had something else in mind.

Chapter 6: Uh… Oh

Brad sighed as he hid Elizabeth from the hospital. No one other than her was really hurt, but Elizabeth hated hospitals. Rachel was hiding with him, but it was pretty quiet, even with Batmon. Brad watched as the last of the ambulances left, then picked Elizabeth up gently. She wasn't hurt too badly, but hurt enough to knock her out for a good long time. Rachel stood up, glaring at him angrily.

"You are the most insensi-" she started.

"Shut. Up."

Rachel began to put angrily, walking away from Brad. Batmon was in her pocket. He seemed to like the darkness of the place. Brad frowned.

"… If Liz heard any of that…" he mumbled.

"If I heard any of what?"

Brad, in a small panic, looked down to see Elizabeth, who was still in his arms, awake. She was frowning at him, and her arms, no matter how much it might have hurt her, were crossed.

"He he… you know you only use 17 muscles when you smile, while when you frown you use about 30 something…" he said, smiling weakly. Elizabeth sighed, her face still showing anger or sadness, Brad couldn't tell which, but her muscles had slackened because she was so tired. Brad sighed, smiling at her.

"Insensitive bastard…" she mumbled. Brad stared at her. Her tone was the same as Rachel's was before.

"… Are you okay?"

"Stupid question to ask when you're about to get slapped."

"… No such thing as stupid questions… just stu-"

Elizabeth slapped him, then jumped out of his arms.

"Okay… it's okay… that, I deserved…"

"Oh… Brad?"

Brad looked over at Elizabeth, a red hand print on his cheek.

"Yup?"

Elizabeth gave him a breathtaking kiss. Brad stumbled back, dumbfounded. Elizabeth smiled at him.

"I love you and all, but you're in deep shit…" she said.

*****

Elizabeth giggled as Brad began to kiss her neck. He was different somehow, and Elizabeth knew that. She didn't want to tell him.

"… Brad… are you sure your mom isn't gonna go all psycho on us?" she asked. Brad lifted his head, smiling at her.

"Naw… we're here… at home… down in my room…"

"On your bed…"

Brad smiled again, kissing her tenderly. Elizabeth smiled, kissing him in a similar manner.

"So?"

Elizabeth smiled at Brad. The heat from his body began to make her feel unusual, and the fact that he was kissing her neck made her feel lightheaded. It didn't matter much. She was inebriated from the party and she wanted love right now. Then again, Brad felt the same way. Inebriated at least.

"Brad?" Elizabeth asked. Brad smiled.

"Yes?"

"Black or navy blue?"

Brad looked at her strangely, then nodded in understanding. He looked at her whole body, as if deciding something.

"… Black… sleeveless… skinny, bra-like straps… really tight so it can get your full figure…" he said finally. Elizabeth giggled again.

"I'll wear that tomorrow night then…" she said, cuddling Brad for a moment. Brad smiled, looking down at the back of her black halter top and blue jean shorts.

"You've got a great butt," he said. Elizabeth looked at him for a moment, then smiled.

"Really?"

She smiled as she lowered her hands from Brad's neck to his hind side. Brad jumped slightly in surprise.

"And you've got a tight butt," Elizabeth said, kissing the flabbergasted 17-year-old again. Brad smiled, closing his eyes as his hands went under Elizabeth's shirt.

*****

"… MOMMY IS NOT HOME!"

Sy growled, grabbing WhiteTigramon and shutting him up.

"Look," he hissed, "I didn't tell them they could go out and do what they did… but I didn't not tell them either… and I'm sure they're smart enough to know to come home."

WhiteTigramon growled, but kept his mouth shut. He squirmed out of Sy's grasp, and began to pout.

"Sy honey, what's wrong?"

Brad's mom came into the kitchen, where WhiteTigramon was going to get a midnight snack.

"… Nothing…"

"They still aren't home yet, are they?"

Sy shook his head sadly. WhiteTigramon, ignoring both of them, began to climb up one of the counters to get to the peanut butter.

"They probably are home… just none of us noticed it…"

"Yeah… I guess you're right… WhiteTigramon!"

Sy growled again, getting the digimon off of the counter.

"I swear… I don't know how Elizabeth handles this guy… he's a giant ball of energy!"

WhiteTigramon jumped out of Sy's grasp again. He began to walk around the kitchen, trying to waste energy.

"PERVERT!!!!"

Sy's eyes went wide, WhiteTigramon stopped dead in his tracks, and Brad's mom stared at the basement door. The door burst open, and Elizabeth stood in the doorway, red faced and angry.

"Your son is a pervert," she stated to Brad's mother. Brad came up the stairs behind her, but Elizabeth slammed the door right in his face.

"Ow… Sorry…"

"Tell that to me when I'M NOT TRAUMATIZED!!!"

Elizabeth stormed out of the kitchen angrily, grabbing Sy and dragging him with her.

"DON'T! HEY!!!" Sy shouted. Brad burst the door open, just in time to see Elizabeth walk out the front door with Sy.

"FINE! IT'S A BREAK UP!" he shouted, but Elizabeth had closed the door before she could hear it.