DW: I'm writing a romantic comedy?! What the...?

Irie: This is what happens when you run on three hours of sleep and sugar.

DW: How is it my fault that my friend's dad bought a truck load of candy, chocolate and popcorn

for us? With that much sugar in me, I'm surprised I slept at all.

Irie: Well you didn't have to eat it all, did you?!

DW: Woah...chill out. Ok people, this is my first attempt at a romantic comedy. Totally taiora,

though that should be no surprise for you people who know how I write. It is also an AU fic, so

they never went to the digi world. There may be a bit of Matt bashing, but not extreme amounts.

Also some possible Davis bashing, but again, not a lot. Ok, now on with the fic.

Irie: DW owns nothing, except the plot.

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Sora's POV...

I had known Kari Kamiya for almost 5 years now. We met when we both auditioned for a play

and ended up getting roles in the ensemble. It was tiring, but at least we were in the play.

Anyhow, as I was saying, Kari and I have been friends for almost five years now, and though she

is about three years younger than me, she is still my friend. Friendship is friendship. So when I

was invited to her 13th birthday party, I wasn't surprised.

I'm early. Go figure, I'm either early or late, for me there is never a middle ground. I won't lie to

you, I kind of worried about this. I going to be the oldest girl at a 13th birthday slumber party.

I'm not exactly sure what the night is going to be like. I know that Kari invited Mimi, my other

best friend, but Mimi gracefully declined since she has a date tonight. She gracefully declined. I

snort slightly. Mimi can do anything gracefully, she could probably fall down the stairs gracefully

is she tried hard enough. I'm standing on the step, pondering this, when the door is opened by

Kari.

"Hey Sora! Come on in."

I hand her the gift. "Happy Birthday Kari!"

"Thanks Sora! Listen I've go to get something really quick, if you could just wait in the living

room that would be great. And you can talk to my brother if you get bored." And with that she

walks off.

Her brother? Ok, I knew she had a brother. I mean you can't know a person for five years and

NOT know they have a brother. The thing is I've never met her brother. And it's not because I

haven't been to her house before. As a matter of fact, I spend so much time here, that I know this

house just as well as my own. But still, her brother had never been here whenever I came over.

Oh well, might as well go meet her brother. I walk into the living room and there he is, sitting on

the couch, drinking soda and watching T.V. He doesn't look a lot like Kari. He has wild brown

hair and chocolate kissed eyes as opposed to her tame, light brown hair and eyes.

I stand there, but he doesn't look up.

I cough. Still nothing.

I try clearing my throat in an exaggerated manner. Nothing.

Fine then, I'll just make a clever opening statement. I walk forward a bit...and bang my foot into

a table.

"Owww." Great opening statement Sora. He looks up. Oh sure, look up NOW.

"Hi, I'm Tai." How very interesting for you, I want to say, couldn't you have looked up before I

broke my foot by running into this table. Who puts a table here anyway? Stupid table.

"Hi." I finally say. He stares. Ok, what is he staring at?

"Are you here for Kari's birthday?"

"Yes, I am."

"How old are you? You look a lot older than Kari."

"I'm 16." I say. What is he? A cop? Why does any of this matter?

"Oh. Same. You must be Sora then."

He knows my name. How does he know my name? I've never met him before, so how on earth

could he...oh right, he's Kari's brother. Kari probably told him about me.

"Yeah, that's me."

"Oh, cool. Kari has told me lots about you."

"Oh really?" She has, has she? Well now. She better not be telling people bad things about me.

"Yeah, she has."

"Funny, she hasn't told me much about you." A tad spiteful perhaps, but my foot is still throbbing

from running into that stupid table. So, I think I have the right to be somewhat spiteful. Oh

wonderful, now he's started talking about himself. What a very interesting topic. Yawn.

...

So what exactly is he talking about here? I kinda stopped listening a while ago. Ok, so I was

never listening, but there's no need to get picky. Yawn...again. It's not that he's boring me, it's

just that...he's boring me.

I sigh.

He stops talking for a second, stares, then starts talking again.

What? Is sighing against the law now? Geez...

I sigh again.

He stares again. "Am I boring you, Sora?"

The truthful answer would be 'yes, you are boring me to the point where I want to through myself

out a window', but that would also be a cruel answer. So, since I am not naturally a cruel person,

I answer, "Of course not."

He starts talking again. Damn. Damn damn damn. I just had to be nice, didn't I? Why does he

keep talking about himself? Does he think I care? Does he think I am interested in his trivial,

mundane...hey wait. Did he just say the word 'soccer'? I love soccer. There! He definitely said

it that time.

"You like soccer?"

He stops talking...finally. He stares...again. What is up with that? Finally, he answers. "Yeah, I

love soccer. Why?"

"I love soccer too. I'm on the girl's soccer team at my school."

"So am I...on the boy's one I mean."

Hey look, we have something in common! Don't take that the wrong way. I'm not one of those

girls who is all like 'oh my gosh, this boy and I have something in common, we must be soul

mates.' I'm not like that at all, even if...oh god, he's staring again!

"What?"

He stops staring. Thank-you! "What?"

Oh, clever comeback. "What are you staring at?"

"I don't know too many girls that are willing to play a sport like soccer...or any sport for that

matter."

I smile. Ok, fine, I'm a bit of a tomboy.

"Yeah, a lot of the girls I know don't play sports either." I say, thinking about Mimi.

Mimi may be my best friend, but that doesn't mean we're identical. In fact, were at pretty

opposite ends of the scale. I'm a bit of a tomboy whereas Mimi is a, for lack of a better word, a

girly-girl. But that doesn't put any stress on our friendship. She respects me for who I am and I

respect her for who she is. Even if she HAS made me wear a dress and make up on one or two

occasions. I smile at this memory. He's looking at me funny.

"What?"

"What?" he says. Oh man, not this again.

"Never mind." I say with a sigh. I don't feel like getting into it right now.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but just then, Kari walks in. About time!

"Hey Sora. Hey Tai. Has he been bugging you Sora?"

"Not quite." I reply with a grin.

"Come on, everyone else is here. I'll introduce you."

And with that we leave the room, but I can't help wondering what Tai had been going to say.

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DW: The end of chapter one. Stay tuned fro chapter two, that's when things really start to get

exciting.

Irie: You do realize that you are now trying to run five stories at the same time. FIVE!!

DW: Meh. Please r/r! Please please please!!

Irie: Yes. Please review and tell her how insane she is.

DW: Please review!