AN: Ah hem, *clears throat, I am here to explain to you guys!! Alright, I know you don't hear it often, but there is a slight difference between just dating and becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. My friends and I mention occasionally that in high school, people just seem to forget that there's something before girlfriend and boyfriend. When you're just dating, it's just more casual and I guess when you become a boyfriend or a girlfriend, you're just much more committed into the relationship. Mm hmm… well, that's it, really a small difference, but I always like to have that little stage of dating before becoming someone's girlfriend. To me, it's just kind of awkward, you get asked out, don't even go on a date yet, and you tell people, "that's my boyfriend," or "that's my girlfriend."

            Yes, I am crazy.

Disclaimer: Digimon = not mine

Chapter XV – Addictions

            A loud scream echoed through the Takenouchi residence at 7:15 on the following Monday morning. Sora was in her room, a loose robe clutched tightly around her slim figure, glaring daggers at the shameless blonde in the doorway. Yamato laughed and attempted to walk over to the fuming girl, only to be harshly slapped away by a pillow. "YAMATO MATT ISHIDA!!!"

            The singer grinned happily and laughed before closing the door behind him as he left the room to go sit downstairs on the couch, waiting for Sora to dress so they could go to school together. Yamato had once again surprised Sora by letting himself into her home with the key in his possession. He had walked over to her home, having decided over the weekend to finally use Sora's car for once.

            The girl appeared at the top of the steps, dressed in her school uniform and a thick coat, a light red scarf wrapped securely around her neck. She narrowed her eyes at Yamato when she reached the bottom step and refused the kiss that he attempted on giving her. Unable to resist the handsome blonde's pout, she broke out in a wide smile and walked out of the penthouse, offering her hand out to Yamato. The young man sprinted to the door and grabbed Sora's hand eagerly, like a little kindergartener holding his teacher's hand, and locked the door behind him with his set of keys.

            The red haired girl just smiled at Yamato while they were in the elevator and shook her head, without saying a single word. Reaching the garage, she led the way over to a silver Lexus, parked neatly in a wide parking spot and threw Yamato the keys, allowing him to drive the beautiful car.

            The silver Lexus SC 430 pulled to a stop in the school's parking lot. Yamato locked the doors of the car and turned to Sora, staring at her with his sapphire eyes. He observed the girl looking questioningly at him, her auburn locks falling in waves over her shoulders. The girl hadn't said a singer word to him after she had yelled out his full name, and Yamato didn't understand the situation. Regardless of her silence, he remained completely infatuated and captivated by the girl.

            Sora grew uneasy under his gaze and spoke up finally, "Yamato, unlock the doors."

            The blonde smiled slyly, "So you do talk."

            "Yes, I do."

            "If you want me to unlock the doors, you need to pay me a fine." Yamato suggested, leaning in closer and preparing for his kiss.

            "This is my car, Yamato Ishida, and unless you don't want to drive it again, you better unlock the doors right now."

            The singer frowned, he shouldn't have told her endlessly how nice the car was and how good it was to drive it. "Yes ma'am." He said, and unlocked the doors obediently.

            Rumors spread like the black plague around the school from the instant the two walked through the front doors of the school, hand in hand. By lunch time, the entire school had learned of the new couple, this time for real. The group was sitting under a tree behind the school.

            "So congrats, man." Aki said, while taking a bit out of his lunch.

            "Yeah, how long has it been, a weekend?" Jeff wondered out loud.

            Jamie remained silent and glanced at the couple by the tree before returning his gaze to the book in his hands.

            "Yeah." Yamato replied, making an eye connection with Tai, who sat across from the two. After a moment of quiet understanding, Yamato smiled and wrapped his arms around Sora's waist. "Oh, hey guys, Sora and I aren't gonna be goin' with you guys after school, okay?"

            Jeff grinned, "First date?"

            "First date."

            Sora found herself staring at the same clock on the same wall, in the same class as she did every weekday, waiting for the last bell of the day to ring. Mimi sat next to her, eagerly talking away about how lucky she was to be able to go out with Yamato Ishida.

            "He's so hot, Sora!" Mimi suddenly yelled, then covered her mouth with her hand immediately, "Oh, sorry, you don't mind, do you?"

            The girl shook her head and smiled, "Of course not, I understand, besides, I know that you're not the only one."

            The pink haired girl giggled, "You're so lucky, Sora. I know for a fact that he's just about the sweetest guy you'll ever meet."

            "Thanks Mimi."

            "And don't worry about his fan club, because I know that you do. They're all just jealous of you."

            Sora smiled sweetly at Mimi as the bell rang. She felt comfortable around the kind pink haired girl. "Thanks."

            Outside in the hall, Yamato waited patiently for the girl of his affections. He smiled inwardly, knowing that his fan girls were all watching him, but from a distance. The auburn haired girl walked out of her classroom and stopped to scan the halls for the blonde singer. Meeting his sapphire gaze, she smiled brightly and walked over to where he was posted.

            "Hey beautiful." Yamato whispered softly in her ear before grabbing her hand leading her down the stairs and out the main doors of the school, eager to start on their first date.

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            "Where are we going?" Sora asked, while placing stray strands of hair behind her right ear as the wind gently tossed her hair around. They had made a quick stop home, dropping off Sora's schoolbag and car, while Yamato made a quick trip to his own home, and returned with his BMW.

            Yamato turned to the girl briefly, only to flash a smile at her before answering, "You'll recognize it soon."

            The auburn haired girl wrinkled her nose playfully at the blonde before turning back to look out the window. "Fine Yama, be that way."

            "That's the plan."

            When the car began to slow after passing the familiar pizza shop, Luigi's Corner, Sora's memory kicked in. "Are we going where I think we are?"

            The singer didn't answer until they were parked in a nice spot across the street from a familiar park. Yamato turned and gave Sora a beautifully genuine grin. "Last time we were here, I didn't have a blanket and you had to get your clothes dirty. We're going to do it again and this time, I'll get it right."

            "You know, Yamato, I didn't really get my clothes dirty and I felt fine."

            "Okay… we're gonna do it anyway."

            Sora laughed and followed Yamato- who had a blanket in his arms, to the same spot that they stargazed at months ago. They reached the spot and in fifteen minutes, settled down comfortably on the large blanket that Yamato was thoughtful enough to bring. The couple did not lie down, but watched the sunset instead.

            The fiery haired maiden sat with the blonde's arms wrapped possessively around her form, enjoying the scent of his cologne, and the soft array of colors that blended in the sky. Sora glanced up at Yamato and smiled when she saw the sky reflected in his eyes. He had such beautiful eyes.

            The blonde looked down at the girl in his arms when he felt her gaze on him. Yamato grinned and bent down to whisper softly into Sora's ear. "Sora…"

            The girl closed her eyes and smiled dreamily at the wonderful moment, the sunset, the park, the fresh air, the hot guy… "Mm yes, Yamato?"

            "Don't get mad if I'm asking the wrong question, but I don't understand why you stated clearly that we're only dating and not an official couple."

            Her eyes scanned his face, laughing at his innocent stare. "I couldn't be mad at you for asking me a question. I don't really know why it means so much to me, I guess it's because it's my first relationship and I want to go slowly. To me, the difference is important, really, it is. Being someone's girlfriend would mean more commitment, and I don't think I'm ready for that on the first date. I must sound really silly…"

            Yamato laughed, "You know I can't say no to you."

            "Great, because I'm hungry."

            "I shouldn't have said that…"

            Sora laughed merrily and played with Yamato's hair, "Come on, Yama, for me?"

            "For a kiss."

            "How about no?"

            Yamato frowned at her refusal and sighed, "Okay okay, to show you how sweet I am, I will fetch food for you."

            "Good boy."

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            Sora sighed and lay down on her side on the soft blanket Yamato brought with them. Oddly, it carried the scent of his cologne, a soft trace, but noticeable. She smiled against the blanket. Yamato had left fifteen minutes ago, and Sora began to regret it. The skies were darkened considerably and she sat alone on the large cotton sheet, obviously made for more than one person.

            The red haired girl closed her eyes, just for a moment, relishing the soft hint of Yamato in the blanket she laid upon. Her ruby orbs shot open at the thought and she sat up immediately. Here she was, happy to close her eyes and smell a blanket that carried Yamato's scent?! The newly realized addiction startled her, but was quickly washed away when a pair of strong arms encircled her form and hugged her closely.

            Sora smiled at the familiar scent.

            "Miss me?" A husky voice whispered against the nape of Sora's neck.

            "Maybe," she lied.

            A single white rose appeared in front of Sora, wrapped in an arrangement of baby breath and clear plastic wrappings. "How about now?"

            Sora smiled and took the rose from Yamato gently, "Alright, I missed you."

            The blonde grinned happily and sat down beside Sora on the blanket, "No one came around to hit on you while I was gone, right?"

            "Of course, I've had twelve guys come up and ask for my phone number."

            "WHERE?!" Yamato growled.

            Sora broke out in laughter at the boy's protective and alarmed state, causing Yamato to calm down a bit. "You're so gullible, Yama."

            "Yeah, yeah."

            "So…" Sora paused, searching for a topic to change to. "Where did you get the rose? It's beautiful."

            "There was a flower shop nearby and I bought it. I would have gotten a red one, but you said to go slowly, and since I can't say no to you, I bought a white one instead."

            "So sweet, thanks Yama." The girl paused, suddenly remembering why he left in the beginning. "I'm still starved, you know, and it's gotten a lot darker," she said, motioning towards the greatly darkened sky, now a dark shade.

            "Don't worry, of course I got the food." Yamato said, pulling out a large picnic basket.

            "A basket, Yama?"

            "Yup, made the food myself, this morning. I wanted to surprise you, so I hid it in the trunk."

            Sora's eyes brightened up, "Thanks Yama." She leaned in and gave the eager boy a light kiss on the cheek.

            Yamato frowned at the minimal contact, but relaxed, it was no real kiss, but it was the closest that he's been to her, not considering when he forced a kiss during the dance. He glanced at Sora, now trying to hide her blush by bending over the basket and flipping through its contents.

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            Hours later, Sora held an empty basket that once contained sandwiches, strawberries, drinks, donuts (Yamato had claimed that since he prepared the basket and made the sandwiches in the morning, he had this craving for donuts), and even a can of whipped cream for a certain blonde's more wild imagination. Yamato's hand was clasped securely around her free hand and led her away to where the car was parked.

            The blonde kept the blanket rolled up under his arm, and a flashlight that he had prepared, in his hand, leading the way. He had taken out the device when it had gotten extremely dark and even tried to scare the redhead with it, just for some fun. Instead, he got a punch on the arm.

            Sora walked after Yamato; careful to not let the white rose fall out of the empty basket she had stuck it in. They reached the car and Yamato unlocked the doors, throwing in the basket and blanket in the backseats. Sora got in the passenger's seat, with the white rose in her hand, and fastened her seatbelt. Turning to the blonde, she smiled, "Thanks a lot Yama."

            He grinned, "That's not all of it, I still have to take you home, just like the first day you came."

            Sora smiled at the guy, he was the type that girls only dreamed about. Insanely good looking, sweet, charming, smart, talented, and even remembered everything that they did together.

            The black BMW pulled up in front of 201 McKenzie Boulevard at approximately 11:30 pm. Yamato had timed it to make sure it was around the same time when he first drove her home.

            Sora laughed, "Thanks Yama, but you know, it's only a first date, you didn't have to time when I got home, it's not an anniversary or anything."

            Yamato smiled and played with Sora's long auburn strands. "I wanted to."

            "Freaks me out."

            The blonde laughed, "So now you're freaked out? Not when I held the flashlight under my chin or when I flashed it in your eyes?"

            "No, you were just being an idiot."

            Yamato frowned, "All right, okay, just have sweet dreams."

            Sora smiled, "Night, Yama." Turning to leave the car, she stopped after she unlocked the door and turned around slowly. Her words were whispered, but Yamato heard them. "I think I owe you a goodnight kiss."

            Before he could answer, Sora had moved forward and closed her eyes, pressing her lips against him and giving the blonde an extremely generous goodnight kiss. Yamato closed his eyes, the kiss lasted long enough for him to run a hand through Sora's silken strands and taste the faint cherry flavor from her lip-gloss.

            It was over too quickly, and Sora was out of the car, waving happily, while a blushing Yamato sighed contently in the car. Closing his eyes and leaning back on the head rest of his seat, Yamato imprinted the moment in his memory. He smiled when a familiar scent reached his nose, it was the scent he loved and craved.

            Jasmine.

            The car had started to smell like Sora's perfume.

AN: I'm so sorry!! That chapter took too long and I just didn't have time to work on it!! Sorry sorry sorry!! As a treat, I will write chapter 15.5 continuation of this chapter. It was supposed to be in this chapter, but it got longer than I thought it would. Soooo I'll make it a short lil 15.5 chapter! Heheh, and I'll update it soon. ^ ^ Thanks for all the reviews!

Btw, I didn't proofread this chapter, since I was kinda eager to get it up, but I'll have it proofread by the time 15.5 is up.

NOTE: Okay, I just posted 15.5, and me being so lazy, didn't proofread this chapter! *gasp! Well, I did add a little sentence or two…