Disclaimer: I am just a poor, pathetic fangirl who does not own Digimon or
any of its characters, because if she did, it would definitely show in the
TV show . . . yeah . . . ^_^ And if anyone wants to sue me, I advise that
they don't not because I don't have money, because I do now (friend FINALLY
paid me back my 30 bucks!!), but because if they go after me, I will be
vicious and the only evidence that people will have from the 'sue-er' ever
being there will be the pieces of him/her scattered everywhere. *nods*
Yep.
Yeah, got a bit off track there, but you get the picture, anyone who dares say that Taichi and Yamato do not belong together will find themselves six feet under before they can say 'sorato.' Or 'taiora.' Whichever. Pick one. *shudders* They're both just so . . . *shudders again*
Anyway, hope you like, um . . . yeah, go on, read. -_-;;
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Taichi's POV
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So Ryan and I have been going out for a few weeks now. We've become really close, and whenever I find myself alone, I think of him. Whenever I'm at school, I think of him. Whenever I'm anywhere, I think of him . . . and it's hard not to, really, he's just so adorable! I can't wait to be with him, to have his arm slide around my waist, pull me close and . . . well, you get the picture.
Yamato has been ignoring me, I think, since he saw me that night. I was thinking about it last night, and I realized I probably would've done something similar if he was acting 'all weird' on me, as Izzy told me in a short outburst a few days ago. I don't think I've ever seen the guy shout like that. Joe had to drag him away, and I . . . well, I walked away. I felt like an idiot just standing there with everyone looking at me, so I just muttered, "Fuck it," and walked home. Sora, Joe, and the others seem equally annoyed. I don't care much about them for the time being . . . but I hate the strain I'm putting on Kari. I apologize almost every night, but it's no use. She says it's okay, but I can read her like an open book, and I can tell it really pains her, this situation.
It makes me wonder if all this stuff I'm doing really was a good idea. You know that saying, something about not knowing what you have until you've lost it? I mean, all of my friends seem to hate me, or is it just because they don't understand me? I don't know. I guess I hoped that they would just accept the way I have become and things would be normal. But they started ignoring me and . . . it hurt. But I kept it all inside, and in return, I was hostile towards them almost *almost* unintentionally. I bet all they think of me as that guy who used to be their friend, but became an ass. Well, guess what, the reason why I'm such an ass is because they ignored me first. They did. Not me.
But still . . . you know when you get a haircut that's totally different, and you look like a totally different person, and you're waiting for someone to say something about it? That's what it was like. Except, well . . . they didn't say anything at all. I thought they suddenly all forgot about me or something. And then they start lecturing me about I should hang out with them more often. Um, hello, they started it!
Geez, I'm starting to sound like a little kindergarten kid who got his play- dough taken away. Sometimes I wish things were the way they were before I met Ryan and the rest. I slapped myself mentally, cursing. If I hadn't jumped to conclusions or made rash decisions when Yama had left, then maybe I wouldn't be in this mess. I don't blame Yama for any of this, not at all . . . but my mind just went kinda beserk on me and I got myself into things that I normally probably wouldn't have done. Not that I regret meeting Ryan or Josh or any of them, they're great, but I think it cost me dearly . . .
I sighed. My mind was full of jumbled-up thoughts that I couldn't seem to organize. I just keep tangling them up even more. And since when do am I so metaphorical? This was very confusing. I looked up at the white ceiling, wallpaper peeling at the edges and a few cobwebs in a corner here and there. Yes, I was at Ryan's place, in Ryan's bed, beside Ryan, to be exact. He looks so peaceful when he's asleep, I thought, attempting to put my mind on something else and pulling a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. I smiled, then went back to staring at the ceiling, pondering.
Yamato.
I cringed. I think it pains me almost as much as it pains Kari to have him ignore me. More than anything I want things to be the way they were between us, but I can't bring myself to say anything. In the digital world we always fought because Matt thought I wasn't a good leader. I made mistakes, and he was always furious with me afterward. When we got back, I apologized . . . but somehow, I can't bring myself to do that again. I can't look into his beautiful, pool-blue eyes and say that I was wrong . . .
I snapped that thought out of my head. I was with Ryan. I love Ryan. Only Ryan.
Right?
With all these thoughts still dancing in my head, I shifted and fell asleep . . .
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The next morning was Saturday, so I didn't bother waking up early. When it was nearly noon, I finally dragged myself out of Ryan's bed. I looked over at Ryan's still-sleeping figure. Pulling on my clothes, I smiled appreciatively, then headed out to find something to eat.
"Morning," said Shawn, from behind a newspaper, sitting at the table.
"Afternoon," I corrected him, rummaging through the fridge looking for anything edible. "Since when do you read the paper?"
"Since I saw Chase reading the paper. It feels totally stupid to have your boyfriend knowing more about what's going on than you do."
I laughed, finally giving up on the fridge and moving on to the cupboards. "I don't like the paper, too boring for me."
"I know!" said Shawn, slamming the paper down, an agreeing expression on his face. "I can't take any more of this shit . . . Hey, you seen Chase?"
"No, why? Aha!" I cried, raising a box of instant oatmeal triumphantly.
Shawn shook his head in amusement. "You and your stomach . . . anyway, I crashed with Chase on the couch last night but he wasn't there when I woke up."
I sniggered at the implications. "Sorry, man. I only just woke up. He might be out and about with Josh or Dan, though, since they're not here. I think Chase is the only early bird here."
"Who is?"
I looked up, and grinned when I saw Ryan wearing nothing but boxers coming out of the room, rubbing his eyes. I walked over and kissed his cheek. "Chase. You seen him?"
"Yeah, saw'im goin out this mornin when I hadda take a piss," he slurred, voice still full of sleep. "Said'ee was goin out ta get mo' food or summin . . ." Shawn nodded and stood up.
"Thanks, I know where he'll be then," he said. "Bye."
"Later," I called after him as he walked out the door. Ryan leaned his head on my shoulder, which was awkward, considering he was taller than me.
"Geez, Ryan, and I thought I sleep in too much," I joked.
"What can I say? I sleep a lot better when I'm with you, Tai," he purred, running his hand down my back. I shivered.
"Aww, I'm touched," I said. I nibbled his ear, and I saw him blush. I laughed half-heartedly, and he frowned.
"Something wrong?" he asked, suddenly awake.
I sighed and decided to spill the thoughts that have been plaguing me all last night. "I don't know. I'm having a real hard time with all my 'old' friends, y'know? Just wish we were as close as we were before. They all ignore me now, and in return I'm an ass to them, I admit. But somehow . . ."
"You don't want to take the step and apologize, even though you want things to be the way they were?" I looked up at him. "Yeah, been there, done that. It's hard, but it takes time. You'll come around."
"You think so?" I asked softly, leaning my head on his chest.
"Know so."
I smiled. Ryan was always able to cheer me up. Just like Yamato . . .
"It's Matt, isn't it?"
That sure snapped me out of my thoughts, but it was no use denying it. "He's my best friend, Ryan, I just . . . I dunno, miss him. A lot."
Ryan exhaled and leaned his chin on the top of my head. We stood there in silence.
"I've got an idea," he spoke up. "Let's spend the day out. We can go see Ryu and the gang, haven't seen them in a while."
I nodded, then gave Ryan a kiss on his cheek before heading to take a shower. Ryan soon joined me, and it got . . . well, more steamy than a normal shower should be. (^_~)
After we were fresh and clean, we stepped out of the shower, breathless, got dressed, and headed out. We went to the movies and watched some action film that looked good in the commercials, but was actually extremely cheesy, so we ditched it half-way through and went to the mall. We hung with those guys we knew, and when it started to get dark we headed back to the busy club street Ryan lived on. We went into one of the clubs, where Ryan pulled me straight to the bar at the back.
Now, I've said this before, I'm not that big on drinking too much. But somehow, I ended up drinking a lot . . . I mean, *a lot* a lot. All I know is that Ryan and I started singing stupid songs *really* loudly, and I knew we sounded horrible but we didn't give a damn. Soon, the waiter told us we'd had enough to drink, and Ryan got really mad and grabbed a bottle of whisky from the guy, making me laugh, and the way that I laughed made me laugh even more. I sounded so fucking . . . well, drunk! Ryan ran out of the club, pulling me with him and nearly knocking over a few people in the process while the waiter just shook his head from behind the counter and wrote something down, probably putting the whisky on Ryan's already huge tab.
I don't remember much of what happened after that. We stumbled along the streets, going nowhere in particular, just talking loudly while taking swigs of the whisky every now and then.
"S'real coo ou' t'nigh'," Ryan slurred. He slung an arm around my shoulder and my knees buckled.
"Y-eah," I agreed, getting to my feet awkwardly and falling over again, landing on some grass and rolling over, causing me to see stars. "Look at'em all!!" I laughed loudly.
"All da whaat?"
"The stars, y'idiot!"
"Idiot? I am SOO not an idiot!"
"Ya you ARE."
"NOT."
"ARE!"
"NOT!"
"You so are!"
"Why?"
I shrugged. "I dunno, y'juss are."
"You're such an ass! I'm goin."
"WHY?!?" I all but screamed. I should drink more often . . . it's fun being overdramatic. But why was he leaving? So confused . . .
"Cuz I don wanna take this shit from you. You're a fuckin FAG!!"
"So what? SO ARE YOU!!!"
"Ass!"
"Fag!"
"SHITHEAD!"
"BASTARD!"
"BITCH!"
I stopped, and got up unsteadily. "What?"
"You're a bitch. MY bitch." He winked suggestively. Normally, I would've blushed heavily, but in my drunken state I was totally offended and started screaming bloody murder at him.
"YOU SON OF A FUCK!! YOU'RE SUCH A BLOODY FUCKIN BASTARD! WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH YOU?" I punched him in the stomach. "FUCKIN BLOODY FUCK!!" I pummeled him with all my might.
"YEAH? SAME TO YOU!!" He threw a punch at me, hitting my face. Hard. Ow!
"SON OF A BITCH!! WHY WOULD I WANT TO BE YOUR BITCH ANYWAY?"
At this, he punched me in the face again, but this time with so much force I stumbled back and hit my head against the tree. Ow . . . that hurt!
"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?" I yelled.
"YOU!!" He yelled back. I got up again.
"YEAH?" Punch.
"YEAH!" Kick.
"FINE!"
"FINE!" And with that, he pushed me away and started to walk away at a fast pace, stumbling and tripping over his own feet.
I lay there curled up in a ball beside a tree. I fazed out for a while, then when I woke up I could see and think more clearly. I was in the park near . . . near Matt's apartment, I realized.
'Fuck,' I muttered. I hope nobody heard. Ryan . . .
Tears poured down my face. That's it then. We're over. I didn't even remember what we fought about, but I knew it had been bad, even if stupid and pointless. I touched my cheek and felt a bruise forming, and I had limited vision through my left eye. I groaned and sat up; coming to face to tree I was laying by.
"Whoa," I muttered, as I felt a rush going to my head. When my vision cleared a little, I caught a glimpse of something on the tree I was sitting by. I squinted.
There, inside a crudely shaped star, was carved 'Tai + Matt,' and underneath it, 'BFFL.'
I got up and traced a finger over the star. "Best friends for life," I whispered.
Suddenly I was on the ground, and my head hurt. I started to cry again, coming out in choked sobs; a harsh realization cutting through me like a sharp knife. Images of his face flashed before my eyes. Matt laughing with TK, Matt glowering in one of his 'moods,' Matt terrified as Seadramon had him in its grip . . .
Then a vision of Matt, looking out to the horizon at the ocean in the digital world. He looked so happy, with that little smile adorning his face and his beautiful blue eyes twinkling, his usually kept hair ruffling in the ocean breeze . . .
That's when I first realized I loved him . . .
"Oh Matt," I choked, as the vision of Matt turned and smiled at me. "What have I done?"
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LGF: So there ya go. I know I always say this, but sorry if this chapter sucked. The good parts are coming, I promise! ^_^'
Tai: They sure as hell better be. Poor me . . . I want my Yammie!!
LGF: How many times do I hafta tell you, Chi, patience!!
Tai: Don't call me that!! Only Yama calls me that . . . by the way, why isn't Yama ever in these notes after the chapter?
LGF: Because I enjoy seeing you in emotional pain.
Tai: O_O
LGF: JUST KIDDING! HAHA!!
Tai: That was SOO not funny.
LGF: I know, I'm sorry, can you forgive me?!? *drops to her knees in
front of Taichi*
Tai: *raises an eyebrow* What's this? The ever-powerful author at MY
mercy? Oh this is so great . . . *points down at LGF with a
commanding expression* GO GET ME SOME LUBE!! NOW!!!
LGF: O_O
Tai: *falls to the floor laughing, starts rolling around* HAHAHAHA!
Oh, you should've seen your FACE! BWAHAHAHA!!!! *gets up, wipes a
tear* Ohh, that was priceless . . .
LGF: *gets up, scowling* Shut up, *CHI*.
Tai: Why you little - *tackles LGF to the ground*
Matt (who just appeared out of nowhere): So anyway, LGF would like to thank all of her reviewers, but she can't because she's currently, er, busy . . . * looks over at Taichi and LGF, who are still rolling around on the floor* Uh, yeah, and she wants you to, uh, review . . . HEY, GET OFF MY TAICHI!!! NOW!!!
Tai: Mattie!! Yay, you're here!! Save me!! *Yama pulls Tai from underneath LGF and they run off laughing*
LGF: *scowls* Oh well . . . sometimes I wish that Taichi was bi . . . *sighs* Meh. So c'mon people, tell me what you think! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!! (hehe, my brother's doing this thing at his school for a fundraiser, selling Caramilk bars . . .you can see where that went . . . ^_^ notice how I always write chappies when I'm on a sugar high? *grins*) REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! ^_^ Did anyone notice I got the title for this chapter from a song by Good Charlotte? It's from "The Day That I Die." Except, it's not really summer, it's fall, but who cares *shrugs* It goes along well enough.
Oh yeah, and after I'm done this story, I'm thinking of making a sequel to it. I dunno, I'll wait till this fic is done to ask you guys again, but I've got a somewhat shrewd idea of what could happen after what I've got planned for this fic . . . *shrugs* But whatever . . . heheh how bout you start with reviewing this chappie for now??? See that button down there, beside where it says, "Submit Review"? CLICK IT!!! ^_^
TBC . . . dun dun dun . . . ^_~
Yeah, got a bit off track there, but you get the picture, anyone who dares say that Taichi and Yamato do not belong together will find themselves six feet under before they can say 'sorato.' Or 'taiora.' Whichever. Pick one. *shudders* They're both just so . . . *shudders again*
Anyway, hope you like, um . . . yeah, go on, read. -_-;;
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Taichi's POV
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So Ryan and I have been going out for a few weeks now. We've become really close, and whenever I find myself alone, I think of him. Whenever I'm at school, I think of him. Whenever I'm anywhere, I think of him . . . and it's hard not to, really, he's just so adorable! I can't wait to be with him, to have his arm slide around my waist, pull me close and . . . well, you get the picture.
Yamato has been ignoring me, I think, since he saw me that night. I was thinking about it last night, and I realized I probably would've done something similar if he was acting 'all weird' on me, as Izzy told me in a short outburst a few days ago. I don't think I've ever seen the guy shout like that. Joe had to drag him away, and I . . . well, I walked away. I felt like an idiot just standing there with everyone looking at me, so I just muttered, "Fuck it," and walked home. Sora, Joe, and the others seem equally annoyed. I don't care much about them for the time being . . . but I hate the strain I'm putting on Kari. I apologize almost every night, but it's no use. She says it's okay, but I can read her like an open book, and I can tell it really pains her, this situation.
It makes me wonder if all this stuff I'm doing really was a good idea. You know that saying, something about not knowing what you have until you've lost it? I mean, all of my friends seem to hate me, or is it just because they don't understand me? I don't know. I guess I hoped that they would just accept the way I have become and things would be normal. But they started ignoring me and . . . it hurt. But I kept it all inside, and in return, I was hostile towards them almost *almost* unintentionally. I bet all they think of me as that guy who used to be their friend, but became an ass. Well, guess what, the reason why I'm such an ass is because they ignored me first. They did. Not me.
But still . . . you know when you get a haircut that's totally different, and you look like a totally different person, and you're waiting for someone to say something about it? That's what it was like. Except, well . . . they didn't say anything at all. I thought they suddenly all forgot about me or something. And then they start lecturing me about I should hang out with them more often. Um, hello, they started it!
Geez, I'm starting to sound like a little kindergarten kid who got his play- dough taken away. Sometimes I wish things were the way they were before I met Ryan and the rest. I slapped myself mentally, cursing. If I hadn't jumped to conclusions or made rash decisions when Yama had left, then maybe I wouldn't be in this mess. I don't blame Yama for any of this, not at all . . . but my mind just went kinda beserk on me and I got myself into things that I normally probably wouldn't have done. Not that I regret meeting Ryan or Josh or any of them, they're great, but I think it cost me dearly . . .
I sighed. My mind was full of jumbled-up thoughts that I couldn't seem to organize. I just keep tangling them up even more. And since when do am I so metaphorical? This was very confusing. I looked up at the white ceiling, wallpaper peeling at the edges and a few cobwebs in a corner here and there. Yes, I was at Ryan's place, in Ryan's bed, beside Ryan, to be exact. He looks so peaceful when he's asleep, I thought, attempting to put my mind on something else and pulling a stray strand of hair out of his eyes. I smiled, then went back to staring at the ceiling, pondering.
Yamato.
I cringed. I think it pains me almost as much as it pains Kari to have him ignore me. More than anything I want things to be the way they were between us, but I can't bring myself to say anything. In the digital world we always fought because Matt thought I wasn't a good leader. I made mistakes, and he was always furious with me afterward. When we got back, I apologized . . . but somehow, I can't bring myself to do that again. I can't look into his beautiful, pool-blue eyes and say that I was wrong . . .
I snapped that thought out of my head. I was with Ryan. I love Ryan. Only Ryan.
Right?
With all these thoughts still dancing in my head, I shifted and fell asleep . . .
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The next morning was Saturday, so I didn't bother waking up early. When it was nearly noon, I finally dragged myself out of Ryan's bed. I looked over at Ryan's still-sleeping figure. Pulling on my clothes, I smiled appreciatively, then headed out to find something to eat.
"Morning," said Shawn, from behind a newspaper, sitting at the table.
"Afternoon," I corrected him, rummaging through the fridge looking for anything edible. "Since when do you read the paper?"
"Since I saw Chase reading the paper. It feels totally stupid to have your boyfriend knowing more about what's going on than you do."
I laughed, finally giving up on the fridge and moving on to the cupboards. "I don't like the paper, too boring for me."
"I know!" said Shawn, slamming the paper down, an agreeing expression on his face. "I can't take any more of this shit . . . Hey, you seen Chase?"
"No, why? Aha!" I cried, raising a box of instant oatmeal triumphantly.
Shawn shook his head in amusement. "You and your stomach . . . anyway, I crashed with Chase on the couch last night but he wasn't there when I woke up."
I sniggered at the implications. "Sorry, man. I only just woke up. He might be out and about with Josh or Dan, though, since they're not here. I think Chase is the only early bird here."
"Who is?"
I looked up, and grinned when I saw Ryan wearing nothing but boxers coming out of the room, rubbing his eyes. I walked over and kissed his cheek. "Chase. You seen him?"
"Yeah, saw'im goin out this mornin when I hadda take a piss," he slurred, voice still full of sleep. "Said'ee was goin out ta get mo' food or summin . . ." Shawn nodded and stood up.
"Thanks, I know where he'll be then," he said. "Bye."
"Later," I called after him as he walked out the door. Ryan leaned his head on my shoulder, which was awkward, considering he was taller than me.
"Geez, Ryan, and I thought I sleep in too much," I joked.
"What can I say? I sleep a lot better when I'm with you, Tai," he purred, running his hand down my back. I shivered.
"Aww, I'm touched," I said. I nibbled his ear, and I saw him blush. I laughed half-heartedly, and he frowned.
"Something wrong?" he asked, suddenly awake.
I sighed and decided to spill the thoughts that have been plaguing me all last night. "I don't know. I'm having a real hard time with all my 'old' friends, y'know? Just wish we were as close as we were before. They all ignore me now, and in return I'm an ass to them, I admit. But somehow . . ."
"You don't want to take the step and apologize, even though you want things to be the way they were?" I looked up at him. "Yeah, been there, done that. It's hard, but it takes time. You'll come around."
"You think so?" I asked softly, leaning my head on his chest.
"Know so."
I smiled. Ryan was always able to cheer me up. Just like Yamato . . .
"It's Matt, isn't it?"
That sure snapped me out of my thoughts, but it was no use denying it. "He's my best friend, Ryan, I just . . . I dunno, miss him. A lot."
Ryan exhaled and leaned his chin on the top of my head. We stood there in silence.
"I've got an idea," he spoke up. "Let's spend the day out. We can go see Ryu and the gang, haven't seen them in a while."
I nodded, then gave Ryan a kiss on his cheek before heading to take a shower. Ryan soon joined me, and it got . . . well, more steamy than a normal shower should be. (^_~)
After we were fresh and clean, we stepped out of the shower, breathless, got dressed, and headed out. We went to the movies and watched some action film that looked good in the commercials, but was actually extremely cheesy, so we ditched it half-way through and went to the mall. We hung with those guys we knew, and when it started to get dark we headed back to the busy club street Ryan lived on. We went into one of the clubs, where Ryan pulled me straight to the bar at the back.
Now, I've said this before, I'm not that big on drinking too much. But somehow, I ended up drinking a lot . . . I mean, *a lot* a lot. All I know is that Ryan and I started singing stupid songs *really* loudly, and I knew we sounded horrible but we didn't give a damn. Soon, the waiter told us we'd had enough to drink, and Ryan got really mad and grabbed a bottle of whisky from the guy, making me laugh, and the way that I laughed made me laugh even more. I sounded so fucking . . . well, drunk! Ryan ran out of the club, pulling me with him and nearly knocking over a few people in the process while the waiter just shook his head from behind the counter and wrote something down, probably putting the whisky on Ryan's already huge tab.
I don't remember much of what happened after that. We stumbled along the streets, going nowhere in particular, just talking loudly while taking swigs of the whisky every now and then.
"S'real coo ou' t'nigh'," Ryan slurred. He slung an arm around my shoulder and my knees buckled.
"Y-eah," I agreed, getting to my feet awkwardly and falling over again, landing on some grass and rolling over, causing me to see stars. "Look at'em all!!" I laughed loudly.
"All da whaat?"
"The stars, y'idiot!"
"Idiot? I am SOO not an idiot!"
"Ya you ARE."
"NOT."
"ARE!"
"NOT!"
"You so are!"
"Why?"
I shrugged. "I dunno, y'juss are."
"You're such an ass! I'm goin."
"WHY?!?" I all but screamed. I should drink more often . . . it's fun being overdramatic. But why was he leaving? So confused . . .
"Cuz I don wanna take this shit from you. You're a fuckin FAG!!"
"So what? SO ARE YOU!!!"
"Ass!"
"Fag!"
"SHITHEAD!"
"BASTARD!"
"BITCH!"
I stopped, and got up unsteadily. "What?"
"You're a bitch. MY bitch." He winked suggestively. Normally, I would've blushed heavily, but in my drunken state I was totally offended and started screaming bloody murder at him.
"YOU SON OF A FUCK!! YOU'RE SUCH A BLOODY FUCKIN BASTARD! WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH YOU?" I punched him in the stomach. "FUCKIN BLOODY FUCK!!" I pummeled him with all my might.
"YEAH? SAME TO YOU!!" He threw a punch at me, hitting my face. Hard. Ow!
"SON OF A BITCH!! WHY WOULD I WANT TO BE YOUR BITCH ANYWAY?"
At this, he punched me in the face again, but this time with so much force I stumbled back and hit my head against the tree. Ow . . . that hurt!
"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?" I yelled.
"YOU!!" He yelled back. I got up again.
"YEAH?" Punch.
"YEAH!" Kick.
"FINE!"
"FINE!" And with that, he pushed me away and started to walk away at a fast pace, stumbling and tripping over his own feet.
I lay there curled up in a ball beside a tree. I fazed out for a while, then when I woke up I could see and think more clearly. I was in the park near . . . near Matt's apartment, I realized.
'Fuck,' I muttered. I hope nobody heard. Ryan . . .
Tears poured down my face. That's it then. We're over. I didn't even remember what we fought about, but I knew it had been bad, even if stupid and pointless. I touched my cheek and felt a bruise forming, and I had limited vision through my left eye. I groaned and sat up; coming to face to tree I was laying by.
"Whoa," I muttered, as I felt a rush going to my head. When my vision cleared a little, I caught a glimpse of something on the tree I was sitting by. I squinted.
There, inside a crudely shaped star, was carved 'Tai + Matt,' and underneath it, 'BFFL.'
I got up and traced a finger over the star. "Best friends for life," I whispered.
Suddenly I was on the ground, and my head hurt. I started to cry again, coming out in choked sobs; a harsh realization cutting through me like a sharp knife. Images of his face flashed before my eyes. Matt laughing with TK, Matt glowering in one of his 'moods,' Matt terrified as Seadramon had him in its grip . . .
Then a vision of Matt, looking out to the horizon at the ocean in the digital world. He looked so happy, with that little smile adorning his face and his beautiful blue eyes twinkling, his usually kept hair ruffling in the ocean breeze . . .
That's when I first realized I loved him . . .
"Oh Matt," I choked, as the vision of Matt turned and smiled at me. "What have I done?"
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LGF: So there ya go. I know I always say this, but sorry if this chapter sucked. The good parts are coming, I promise! ^_^'
Tai: They sure as hell better be. Poor me . . . I want my Yammie!!
LGF: How many times do I hafta tell you, Chi, patience!!
Tai: Don't call me that!! Only Yama calls me that . . . by the way, why isn't Yama ever in these notes after the chapter?
LGF: Because I enjoy seeing you in emotional pain.
Tai: O_O
LGF: JUST KIDDING! HAHA!!
Tai: That was SOO not funny.
LGF: I know, I'm sorry, can you forgive me?!? *drops to her knees in
front of Taichi*
Tai: *raises an eyebrow* What's this? The ever-powerful author at MY
mercy? Oh this is so great . . . *points down at LGF with a
commanding expression* GO GET ME SOME LUBE!! NOW!!!
LGF: O_O
Tai: *falls to the floor laughing, starts rolling around* HAHAHAHA!
Oh, you should've seen your FACE! BWAHAHAHA!!!! *gets up, wipes a
tear* Ohh, that was priceless . . .
LGF: *gets up, scowling* Shut up, *CHI*.
Tai: Why you little - *tackles LGF to the ground*
Matt (who just appeared out of nowhere): So anyway, LGF would like to thank all of her reviewers, but she can't because she's currently, er, busy . . . * looks over at Taichi and LGF, who are still rolling around on the floor* Uh, yeah, and she wants you to, uh, review . . . HEY, GET OFF MY TAICHI!!! NOW!!!
Tai: Mattie!! Yay, you're here!! Save me!! *Yama pulls Tai from underneath LGF and they run off laughing*
LGF: *scowls* Oh well . . . sometimes I wish that Taichi was bi . . . *sighs* Meh. So c'mon people, tell me what you think! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!! (hehe, my brother's doing this thing at his school for a fundraiser, selling Caramilk bars . . .you can see where that went . . . ^_^ notice how I always write chappies when I'm on a sugar high? *grins*) REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! ^_^ Did anyone notice I got the title for this chapter from a song by Good Charlotte? It's from "The Day That I Die." Except, it's not really summer, it's fall, but who cares *shrugs* It goes along well enough.
Oh yeah, and after I'm done this story, I'm thinking of making a sequel to it. I dunno, I'll wait till this fic is done to ask you guys again, but I've got a somewhat shrewd idea of what could happen after what I've got planned for this fic . . . *shrugs* But whatever . . . heheh how bout you start with reviewing this chappie for now??? See that button down there, beside where it says, "Submit Review"? CLICK IT!!! ^_^
TBC . . . dun dun dun . . . ^_~