If I owned Digimon, this would not be a FanFic. This would be an unbelievably low-rated episode.
Chapter is quite lengthy; well at least compared to my other ones… I think.
Aha! Thought of another disclaimer: this story (not just this chapter: all of it) contains billions and billions of inside jokes. Please don't feel TOO left out, because I would feel very dumb trying to explain them all. Plus, you probably would find me extremely unintelligent if I did take the time because… well, let's just say lots of things are much funnier at 3 AM. After you've consumed 3-foot-long pixie sticks. And are forced into sleeping in an army cot in what should be 80 degree weather, but is actually hovering around 17. And being hit on by oversexed 7 year olds would give you some understanding as well. xD
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9:13
Had it only been 6 minutes since she had last looked at the clock? It had seemed like hours ago Sora had ambled out of the overstuffed orange chair next to her phone to steal a glimpse of the microwave clock. She threw a glance over her shoulder at the red telephone, sitting soundlessly in its cradle. 'Ring,' she willed it silently, shutting her eyes, 'Come on, ring!'
Silence.
Exasperated, she flopped back into the chair. Tai had not called for 5 whole days. She hadn't even seen him around campus; he didn't show up to their calculus class… she never even saw him at the little Pizza Parlor he usually frequented on weeknights. His roommates said he had only come home once, packed a gym bag full of clothes, grabbed his toothbrush, and left. Sora hadn't said a word to him since the night of their squabble at Club #4.
Her hand hovered over the phone as she mentally debated on whether to call his cell again. clamped her other hand miserably on her forehead as she grasped the receiver in her hand. One more time couldn't hurt… By now, Sora was sure her heart was thumping so loudly that it could be heard miles around as she dialed Tai's number. With each ring, she prayed he would pick up and tell her how much he loved her and that he was just stupid and sorry.
"Hey, this is Tai. I'm not here right now, so…" Sora slammed down the phone, burying her head deep into the chair as she sobbed.
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"That was real fun," Kari said, smiling up at him as they stood at her doorstep.
"Yeah," TK beamed, "I had a great time…" He leaned in for a short goodnight kiss and with another smile, she disappeared into the house. "Bye," he said softly as her door shut.
The whole walk back home, he felt like dancing. All alone. Just like the Billy Idol song. He had a job, he had his own car, he even had a girlfriend; life was goin' pretty good right about now for TK. A quick peek at his watch proved it to be a little past ten. Almost jokingly, he decided to work tonight. "And I won't even feel guilty," he chuckled.
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Eventually, he would have to come out, and when he would, she'd be ready. Jun rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, took CD of Matt's band she had bought 2 years ago and popped in a new one she had bought last week. Clay Aiken, of course.
"If I was invisible!" She belted, rather off-key, along with Clay, "If I could just watch you in your roooooom…"
Before she knew it, Jun had become so wrapped up in the song that she had hardly noticed Izzy walking down his front steps. "Wait! I already am!" she virtually yelled, stopping her serenade abruptly upon the realization that Izzy had indeed left the apartment and was sitting on his stoop, tying his shoe. Jun nearly swooned as she surveyed him, black leather pants, an-almost tight dark red Ricky Martin tank top showcasing his slightly muscular frame, reddish-brown hair impeccably spiked… mmm…
Hurriedly, she shifted the car into drive as Izzy began to stroll down the sidewalk. He smiled and waved at an old woman watering her tulips. "Awww," Jun mused out loud. She began to wonder where someone like Izzy would go on a morning promenade. Over the course of the last couple days, she had paid off his drycleaner who said he was a computer science major with outstanding grades; his neighbor, who said he was more of a briefs person; and Sergio, at the gym Izzy frequented, who said he had a nice ass. Jun agreed,
"The record store!" she exclaimed, watching him veer into a small brick building. "Brilliant!" She parked the car and walked in, not trying to look too conspicuous. From under her bangs, she watched him meander aimlessly through the store; you could tell a lot about a person by the kind of music they liked. Unexpectedly, Izzy turned his head, looking straight at her. Panicking, Jun dove for the nearby used CD and grabbed a couple copies of that Seal CD to hide her reddening face behind. From her safe place, she ignored the quirked eyebrows of the other shoppers and watched as he looked interestedly at a Cher tape. Cher? She never would have guessed.
After observing Izzy making his purchases, she concluded that it was his sister's birthday soon. And his sister had an odd penchant for Kylie Minogue and Elton John.
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"This will be the only time I do this, I swear." Sora said aloud to herself. The buildings whizzed by outside the window, blurring in and out of her focus. She didn't even usually drink, but it had only really been a few beers. And tonight, everything she was going to do would be completely justified after what Tai had done to her.
About 10 minutes after her breakdown, feeling alone, she had dialed Kari. Kari had always been understanding, especially around matters of her older brother, seeing as she was pretty much the only one who knew him longer than Sora had - and wasn't wasted out of his mind, á la Matt. It had seriously disappointed her when Tai and Kari's mother had answered and told her that Kari was on a date. The distress had worn off a little when she had remembered her and TK together suddenly - some people deserved to be happy.
In her moment of despair, she had then thought to call Mimi, who had turned into quite the advice maven. They hadn't spoken too much in the last couple years, but they were still on friendly terms. And although she had changed in a lot of ways that, er, weren't for the better, when it all came down to it, she was one of Sora's closest friends. A male voice answered Mimi's private line, which wasn't unusual. Of Mimi's four roomies, three were male and those alternative fruits were always rifling through Mimi's stuff. But this voice was deeper, more familiar, it was…
"Tai?"
There was some hesitation at the other end, "S-Sora?"
The truth fell around Sora like those raindrops that seem to weigh a pound and a half apiece and always happen to hit you smack on the head. Without a sound, she placed the phone gently back in its cradle and began to quietly sob. Her shoulders shuddered as she wept, curling herself into a smaller and smaller ball in the giant armchair. Surprisingly enough, the sniveling had only lasted around five minutes, until she came up with a brilliant plan. She sat up with a cold-hearted snicker, deciding to detach herself and have a little fun getting her sweet revenge.
Emotionless, she climbed into her car and headed downtown, promising herself all the while that she would never, ever do anything like this ever again. Really.
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This one didn't fit either. "M-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-m!" Yolei cried.
"Yes, honey?" Her mother walked in with a Happy Homemaker grin plastered to her face.
Yolei stomped her foot, "WHAT did you do to all my clothes?"
Her mother looked at her, puzzled, "Why of course not, dear. Is there something wrong with them?"
"Are you JOKING?" she fumed, "I know I've been gaining a little weight, but there is not one pair of pants I OWN that fits me! Did you shrink them or something in the laundry? You've always been crap at laundry."
"Yolei, your shape is just undergoing some changes right now. It'll be hard at first to deal with, dear, being a woman always is. Why I was the same way at your age! This one time, I -"
Yolei cut her off, "I DON'T CARE, MOM. JUST NEVER, EVER, EVER TOUCH MY LAUNDRY AGAIN." She paused, regaining her "composure". And, uh, are we out of baking chocolate? Because I'm STARVED."
"Alright, hon. I'll check."
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Still feeling quite foolish, Sora slowed the car near the cinema, gazing uneasily at the four-or-so men lined up on the curb, trying to look nonchalant. She cleared her throat awkwardly, hitting the unlock button; eyes glued to the passenger's side door.
Immediately upon looking out the window, one caught her eye. From his silhouette, he was noticeably taller and thinner than the others. He'd have to do for tonight. Praying she hadn't misjudged his reasons for being out in a notorious prostitution district after dark, she pulled the car up next to him. He strode assuredly up to her car, leaning in the passenger's side window and getting right to business, "It's gonna be $100."
Sora's eyes strained in the darkness, taking a few seconds to place the face. At once, her body jolted with recognition, "TK?!" she blurted.
The air was still for a few seconds, "…crap."
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And this is why we don't prostitute ourselves in public, right TK?
Mwahaha. I 3 ruining people's lives; even if they aren't real.
PLEASE review. Although I may not USE them, I enjoy suggestions, although I basically have about 3 or 4 more chapters already written in the Notebook of Death. It's so disorganized that I already have a "lost" chapter because, er, I lost it. Wasn't too crucial, but it was pretty funny. Involved TK man whoring himself out to a fat red-haired woman and being terrified of seeing her sans her top. XDDD " What happened to the hooker with a heart of gold? Forget to read that chapter?"
Actually, that one came on at 2:45. (:
Share the love, folks.
Chapter is quite lengthy; well at least compared to my other ones… I think.
Aha! Thought of another disclaimer: this story (not just this chapter: all of it) contains billions and billions of inside jokes. Please don't feel TOO left out, because I would feel very dumb trying to explain them all. Plus, you probably would find me extremely unintelligent if I did take the time because… well, let's just say lots of things are much funnier at 3 AM. After you've consumed 3-foot-long pixie sticks. And are forced into sleeping in an army cot in what should be 80 degree weather, but is actually hovering around 17. And being hit on by oversexed 7 year olds would give you some understanding as well. xD
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9:13
Had it only been 6 minutes since she had last looked at the clock? It had seemed like hours ago Sora had ambled out of the overstuffed orange chair next to her phone to steal a glimpse of the microwave clock. She threw a glance over her shoulder at the red telephone, sitting soundlessly in its cradle. 'Ring,' she willed it silently, shutting her eyes, 'Come on, ring!'
Silence.
Exasperated, she flopped back into the chair. Tai had not called for 5 whole days. She hadn't even seen him around campus; he didn't show up to their calculus class… she never even saw him at the little Pizza Parlor he usually frequented on weeknights. His roommates said he had only come home once, packed a gym bag full of clothes, grabbed his toothbrush, and left. Sora hadn't said a word to him since the night of their squabble at Club #4.
Her hand hovered over the phone as she mentally debated on whether to call his cell again. clamped her other hand miserably on her forehead as she grasped the receiver in her hand. One more time couldn't hurt… By now, Sora was sure her heart was thumping so loudly that it could be heard miles around as she dialed Tai's number. With each ring, she prayed he would pick up and tell her how much he loved her and that he was just stupid and sorry.
"Hey, this is Tai. I'm not here right now, so…" Sora slammed down the phone, burying her head deep into the chair as she sobbed.
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"That was real fun," Kari said, smiling up at him as they stood at her doorstep.
"Yeah," TK beamed, "I had a great time…" He leaned in for a short goodnight kiss and with another smile, she disappeared into the house. "Bye," he said softly as her door shut.
The whole walk back home, he felt like dancing. All alone. Just like the Billy Idol song. He had a job, he had his own car, he even had a girlfriend; life was goin' pretty good right about now for TK. A quick peek at his watch proved it to be a little past ten. Almost jokingly, he decided to work tonight. "And I won't even feel guilty," he chuckled.
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Eventually, he would have to come out, and when he would, she'd be ready. Jun rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, took CD of Matt's band she had bought 2 years ago and popped in a new one she had bought last week. Clay Aiken, of course.
"If I was invisible!" She belted, rather off-key, along with Clay, "If I could just watch you in your roooooom…"
Before she knew it, Jun had become so wrapped up in the song that she had hardly noticed Izzy walking down his front steps. "Wait! I already am!" she virtually yelled, stopping her serenade abruptly upon the realization that Izzy had indeed left the apartment and was sitting on his stoop, tying his shoe. Jun nearly swooned as she surveyed him, black leather pants, an-almost tight dark red Ricky Martin tank top showcasing his slightly muscular frame, reddish-brown hair impeccably spiked… mmm…
Hurriedly, she shifted the car into drive as Izzy began to stroll down the sidewalk. He smiled and waved at an old woman watering her tulips. "Awww," Jun mused out loud. She began to wonder where someone like Izzy would go on a morning promenade. Over the course of the last couple days, she had paid off his drycleaner who said he was a computer science major with outstanding grades; his neighbor, who said he was more of a briefs person; and Sergio, at the gym Izzy frequented, who said he had a nice ass. Jun agreed,
"The record store!" she exclaimed, watching him veer into a small brick building. "Brilliant!" She parked the car and walked in, not trying to look too conspicuous. From under her bangs, she watched him meander aimlessly through the store; you could tell a lot about a person by the kind of music they liked. Unexpectedly, Izzy turned his head, looking straight at her. Panicking, Jun dove for the nearby used CD and grabbed a couple copies of that Seal CD to hide her reddening face behind. From her safe place, she ignored the quirked eyebrows of the other shoppers and watched as he looked interestedly at a Cher tape. Cher? She never would have guessed.
After observing Izzy making his purchases, she concluded that it was his sister's birthday soon. And his sister had an odd penchant for Kylie Minogue and Elton John.
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"This will be the only time I do this, I swear." Sora said aloud to herself. The buildings whizzed by outside the window, blurring in and out of her focus. She didn't even usually drink, but it had only really been a few beers. And tonight, everything she was going to do would be completely justified after what Tai had done to her.
About 10 minutes after her breakdown, feeling alone, she had dialed Kari. Kari had always been understanding, especially around matters of her older brother, seeing as she was pretty much the only one who knew him longer than Sora had - and wasn't wasted out of his mind, á la Matt. It had seriously disappointed her when Tai and Kari's mother had answered and told her that Kari was on a date. The distress had worn off a little when she had remembered her and TK together suddenly - some people deserved to be happy.
In her moment of despair, she had then thought to call Mimi, who had turned into quite the advice maven. They hadn't spoken too much in the last couple years, but they were still on friendly terms. And although she had changed in a lot of ways that, er, weren't for the better, when it all came down to it, she was one of Sora's closest friends. A male voice answered Mimi's private line, which wasn't unusual. Of Mimi's four roomies, three were male and those alternative fruits were always rifling through Mimi's stuff. But this voice was deeper, more familiar, it was…
"Tai?"
There was some hesitation at the other end, "S-Sora?"
The truth fell around Sora like those raindrops that seem to weigh a pound and a half apiece and always happen to hit you smack on the head. Without a sound, she placed the phone gently back in its cradle and began to quietly sob. Her shoulders shuddered as she wept, curling herself into a smaller and smaller ball in the giant armchair. Surprisingly enough, the sniveling had only lasted around five minutes, until she came up with a brilliant plan. She sat up with a cold-hearted snicker, deciding to detach herself and have a little fun getting her sweet revenge.
Emotionless, she climbed into her car and headed downtown, promising herself all the while that she would never, ever do anything like this ever again. Really.
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This one didn't fit either. "M-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-m!" Yolei cried.
"Yes, honey?" Her mother walked in with a Happy Homemaker grin plastered to her face.
Yolei stomped her foot, "WHAT did you do to all my clothes?"
Her mother looked at her, puzzled, "Why of course not, dear. Is there something wrong with them?"
"Are you JOKING?" she fumed, "I know I've been gaining a little weight, but there is not one pair of pants I OWN that fits me! Did you shrink them or something in the laundry? You've always been crap at laundry."
"Yolei, your shape is just undergoing some changes right now. It'll be hard at first to deal with, dear, being a woman always is. Why I was the same way at your age! This one time, I -"
Yolei cut her off, "I DON'T CARE, MOM. JUST NEVER, EVER, EVER TOUCH MY LAUNDRY AGAIN." She paused, regaining her "composure". And, uh, are we out of baking chocolate? Because I'm STARVED."
"Alright, hon. I'll check."
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Still feeling quite foolish, Sora slowed the car near the cinema, gazing uneasily at the four-or-so men lined up on the curb, trying to look nonchalant. She cleared her throat awkwardly, hitting the unlock button; eyes glued to the passenger's side door.
Immediately upon looking out the window, one caught her eye. From his silhouette, he was noticeably taller and thinner than the others. He'd have to do for tonight. Praying she hadn't misjudged his reasons for being out in a notorious prostitution district after dark, she pulled the car up next to him. He strode assuredly up to her car, leaning in the passenger's side window and getting right to business, "It's gonna be $100."
Sora's eyes strained in the darkness, taking a few seconds to place the face. At once, her body jolted with recognition, "TK?!" she blurted.
The air was still for a few seconds, "…crap."
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And this is why we don't prostitute ourselves in public, right TK?
Mwahaha. I 3 ruining people's lives; even if they aren't real.
PLEASE review. Although I may not USE them, I enjoy suggestions, although I basically have about 3 or 4 more chapters already written in the Notebook of Death. It's so disorganized that I already have a "lost" chapter because, er, I lost it. Wasn't too crucial, but it was pretty funny. Involved TK man whoring himself out to a fat red-haired woman and being terrified of seeing her sans her top. XDDD " What happened to the hooker with a heart of gold? Forget to read that chapter?"
Actually, that one came on at 2:45. (:
Share the love, folks.