AN: Must. Update. Faster. Must. Type. Faster.
To Lottie11: I love your idea! I think it's so wonderful… but, there's a slight problem. I kind of already planned out the rest of the story (it's going to end in about five or so chapters), but I'm so in love with the idea that I don't know what to do… but I think I can change a couple of things. Thank you!
And oh yes, you're SO lucky you've never had to take the SATs!!
Disclaimer: Digimon = not mine.
Yamato didn't know what happened. He couldn't understand why he had said those words. All he knew was that he had told Sora that he loved her, and now tentatively awaited for her response. For the moment, he felt oddly free, like a huge burden was lifted off of his shoulders, but only to be replaced by anticipation. Each second that passed lasted for an eternity.
Sora began to laugh.
The blonde stared, this couldn't be happening. He just told her he loved her and she was laughing? "Sora…" he pleaded.
She stopped in the middle of a giggle and tore her crimson eyes away from the television screen. She looked right into his eyes and smiled innocently, "Oh, sorry Yama were you saying something?"
He gawked. Just simply sat there, stared at her, and gawked. She hadn't heard him? He just let the four most important words he's ever spoken slip out and she missed it? Unexpectedly, Yamato broke out in a wide grin and it eventually led to laughter.
It was Sora's turn to stare. "Yama, you okay? I'm really sorry I didn't hear what you were saying," she looked down sheepishly, "Well, you see, this is my favorite movie and I guess I was being a dork since I practically worship this film… Yama, I'm sorry."
His laughter slowed a bit, but it did not cease as he smoothed her cheek with his right hand, "Nonono, don't worry about it, I'm not mad or anything."
"Oh, good, but what were you saying?"
He smiled again and paused to just look at Sora. Should he tell her again? "I'll tell you some other time."
"…Alright then."
A while later, Sora managed to fall asleep during the movie, with her head still on Yamato's lap. He looked down at her and smiled at the angelic site. Running a hand through her soft loose auburn strands, he bent down to take in the soft jasmine scent he was so addicted to. Yamato sighed softly and turned to watch the movie. So he had to admit, it wasn't such a bad movie, it was pretty… cute. There! He said it! It was a cute movie, and he was proud of thinking it. God, what was that girl doing to him?
"My Oberon, what visions have I seen! Me thought I was enamored of an ass."
Yamato began to reply to Sora but started laughing. He just wasn't an actor.
"Yamato please! I really need you to help me practice!" his girlfriend pleaded with him. They were currently positioned on the couch, with Sora lying down, rehearsing the part where Titania wakes and dances with Oberon. The auburn haired girl frowned at her boyfriend. "The play is in June, Yama, and it's March now! (AN: Yes, yes, I skipped.)"
"That leaves, what, three months?"
"It is the middle of March now and the play is in the beginning of June."
"So that's what, two and a half months?"
"Practically, but you have to understand, we don't practice everyday, and the acting bit is hard, Yamato, I really want you to help me." Sora paused before smiling slyly and adding, "Besides, this is the part where I kiss Nick, and if you won't help me rehearse, I'll just have to ask Nick."
Yamato straightened up immediately, "There lies you love," he read the line from the script.
Sora giggled, receiving a playful glare from Yamato. Putting her hands up in defense, she began to recite her lines, taking the role of Titania once more. "How came these things to pass? O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!"
Yamato reached down to help his 'queen' sit up from her 'bed.' "Silence awhile. –Robin, take off his head. – (AN: Oh man, I forgot that some people might not have read A Midsummer Night's Dream. I'll give a summary at the bottom of this chapter to explain things. Tell me if there's any more confusion.) Titania, music call; and strike more dead than common sleep of all these five the sense."
"Music, ho, music such as charmeth sleep!"
"Sound music." Yamato grinned and took the remote from the coffee table and turned on the CD player. The soft music of Stravinsky began to surround the couple. "Come, my queen, take hands with me, and rock the ground whereon these sleepers be." Taking Sora's outstretched hand, Yamato pulled the girl towards him and encircled his arms around her slender waist. The loving couple began to sway to the rhythm of the music. "Now thou and I are new in amity, and will tomorrow midnight solemnly dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly, and bless it to all fair prosperity. There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity." He looked down at his 'queen.' Her crimson eyes glimmering and a soft smile on her lips. Yamato figured right then and there that that had to be the right time to kiss her in the play. So he leaned forward and did just that.
All the while when slowly kissing his girlfriend and dipping his tongue into her mouth, the nagging voice in the back of Yamato's mind reminded him constantly that he was only playing a role in the play. That Nick was going to be the one who kissed her at that scene. He pushed his mouth against Sora's harder as the thoughts ran through his mind. He couldn't let Nick feel what he was feeling now; touch what he touched. A light moan escaped from Sora, and despite the fact that it sent shivers down his spine, he pulled away.
Yamato looked at his girlfriend long and hard. "Is Nick going to kiss you here?"
Sora looked down, rubbing her feet against the hardwood floors. "Yes," she said quietly. She laughed, trying to lighten the mood, "but I promise you his tongue isn't going to be in my mouth."
The blonde chuckled, but his answer startled Sora. Leaning forward, he whispered into her ear, "Of course not, I'll cut if off before he even thinks about it."
Yamato sat in one of the many seats of the auditorium, watching as his girlfriend danced with Nick on the stage like a hawk. He had skipped band practice that day in order to spend it with Sora. He had great news to tell her and was excitedly waiting for her rehearsal to end. Even Nick didn't seem too bad at the moment, but with each passing second his arm lingered against Sora's back, the increasingly worse Yamato's opinion of him got.
Yamato smiled as he watched his girlfriend walk over to him with a pleasant smirk on her lips. "Hey baby," he greeted, pulling her down into his lap.
Sora pouted, "I told you not to-" she was cutoff by Yamato's lips, gently caressing and moving rhythmically against her own. She allowed herself to melt into he kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and playing with his gold strands.
Yamato let out a small moan, he loved how Sora would interlace her fingers in his hair, and no one touched his hair besides Sora. Not only was he in love with her, her touch was a delightful sin by itself.
She pulled back a bit, much to Yamato's dismay and ended the kiss. Her rosy lips were still millimeters away from his own, and Yamato could feel her hot breath when she spoke. "What's the occasion?"
The blonde feigned obliviousness, "What do you mean?"
Sora laughed, arching back and tossing her silken strands over her shoulder casually. "Don't play, Yama. First, I know you have practice today. Second, you're not trying to bite off Nick's head, and third… you… you have a twinkle in your eyes."
"A twinkle?"
"Shut up, I know it's stupid, but I see it."
"Okay, okay, I confess, I'm here for a reason."
"I knew it, why?"
"To celebrate with you."
"…" Sora paused, giving him a skeptical look, "Sweet, but why?"
Yamato grinned widely like the Cheshire cat, "We got a record deal."
"Oh my goodness! Yamato! That's amazing! I mean I knew it was bound to happen, but now that it has, it's just… overwhelming." Sora hugged her boyfriend tightly, "We have to celebrate."
"You pick."
"No way, it's your day."
"I want you to pick. Whatever you want to do is perfect."
She paused to think before a sly smile made its way onto her lips. Pulling Yamato up, she took his hand and led him out. "Come."
Yamato found himself following his girlfriend up the bleachers of the school's football field. She walked up and down the rows and he watched with a widening grin as she stepped up one row, then down, the up once more before returning to the lower row and finally settling on the one higher up.
Taking a seat beside Sora after she had chosen a satisfactory seat, Yamato asked with a raised brow, "Feng Shui?"
She bit her bottom lip and grinned before looking down sheepishly. "Nah, I just like finding the perfect seat."
He laughed, and placed the plastic bag he held onto the bench between the two. "This is some idea you have."
"Hey, buying fast food and taking it to the football field to eat outside is a perfect way to spend the day celebrating with the best boyfriend in the world."
Yamato puffed up his chest with pride and gloated, "Of course I am."
"Actually, you know, from what I hear from Kari, Takeru seems like a great boyfriend. Too bad he's a little too young and he's taken…"
"You did not just say that."
"I think I did."
"I'm going to ignore the fact you just said my little brother might be a better boyfriend than me."
"I bet Nick wouldn't be such a bad boyfriend either." Sora teased.
"NO. You're mine!" Yamato shouted loudly and cupped his mouth to project the statement for better distance. His expression darkened at the mention of the other boy's name. After Valentine's Day, he realized just how many boys liked Sora. Tons. It was uncomfortable, unsettling. What if someone was better than him? What if someone else had better chemistry with Sora? What if… she didn't want him anymore? No. She wouldn't do that. But Yamato knew how some guys looked at her in gym when she wore her tennis skirt.
"Careful Yamato, green isn't a good color on you." Sora warned, while taking a bite of her burger, never even glancing at Yamato.
"Wh-what?" he stuttered out.
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and simply went back to eating quietly.
Her gaze was haunting and made Yamato feel a little bare. Zipping up his coat as a subconscious reflex, he looked at her. She really knew him too well. "I'm not jealous of the little son of a-"
"Did I say that? I was talking about your socks. Whoever said anything about being jealous?" Sora cut him off with a smirk on her face.
Yamato blushed and looked down at his feet. "Uh-yeah, didn't get a chance to do the laundry, " he defended. Taking a sip of his drink, the looked up at her with his sapphire eyes and met her ruby ones. He knew she was talking about Nick.
Luckily for the handsome singer, Sora changed the subject. "So wow, a record deal."
He beamed instantly. "Yup, apparently one of the girls' dad works for a record company and decided to come to one of your practices since she kept on talking about the band."
"The band, or you?" Sora teased.
"Anyways… they liked it, so boom, here we are."
"You're gonna be huge, Yamato."
He grinned, "We're going to hold a concert to promote the record. You'll be there, right?"
"You know that I will, but you might not be able to see me, considering how the crowd is going to be and everything."
"I'm going to hide you backstage," he paused, placing his hand on her knee suggestively, "a nice, dark, corner backstage-"
"Flirt."
"Would you like a preview?" He whispered against her ear huskily. Sora opened her mouth to protest, and Yamato took the chance to attack her lips.
She closed her eyes instantly and smiled as she felt Yamato's tongue run along her lips. To tease him, she refused to let him into her mouth, much to his aggravation. He groaned, annoyed, and in response, Sora surprised Yamato by taking his bottom lip and lightly sucking it.
The sensation was delightful, thrilling, and the blonde pushed towards the girl, applying more pressure on her shoulders. He covered her mouth fully with his, succeeding in tracing his tongue against hers. Sora subjected to his motions and lay down on the bench with Yamato on top. She broke apart from the kiss, laughing. "Yamato! It's so narrow," she said, referring to the bench they were on.
He chuckled breathily and proceeded to leave kisses down her neck, taking in her alluring jasmine scent. Leaning even more into Sora than possible, he brought up his legs. The sound of a soda cup splashing onto the floor broke the two apart.
Yamato turned his head back to glance at the medium sized drink, the majority of it now on the floor. He shrugged indifferently and turned back to Sora, winked at her, and then descended upon her lips once more. "This is what I call celebrating," he mumbled against her smooth skin, running his lips across the velvety surface.
AN: Okay, I know, it's a terrible ending, but I don't know how to end it! If things go right, the fic should end in about 5-100 chapters. I started this chapter right after I updated 24, but I seem to work slowly… -- I really want to work on Seven Days, but I've decided to finish this one first.
Okay, so it was a stupid idea to start two fics (for me it turned out to be stupid since I'm lazy). But I got so bored… I've learned my lesson. I know a lot of people out there have no problems with working with two fics at the same time, but I'm kinda clumsy and useless lol, so yea… I can't.
Thanks for reviewing, even the people who review once every twenty chapters. Thanks to everyone!