Love, C. C.

Chapter two ********

"...Plato's alligory of the cave. Plato suggests that a group of people once lived in shadows and caves. One day... Motomiya, I suggest you pay attention, this could show up at semester finals. As I was saying, one day a man..." said Mrs. Yakoma. A few girls behind Davis giggled.

Davis shook his head, trying to the thought of the letters out of his mind. It didn't work. The letters and Kari was all he could think about all day. He suddenly had an idea; he turned around and looked at the girls' backpacks secretly. Melonie, Hazel, Iris, neither of their names began with a "c." He shook his head again, 'Stupid idea; they laugh at everything and everyone.'

"...When he came back, he told his story, and since the people always lived in shadows, they didn't believe him..." Mrs. Yakoma's voice trailed off to Davis again.

'Who could it be? Who is it writing me the letters? Wh...'

"Motomiya?" Mrs. Yakoma stared at Davis questioningly.

"Wha?"

She shook her head disapprovingly, "I would like to speak with you after class, but first, why did nobody believe this man when he told his story?"

He'd sort of just heard this, "Because no one else seen it?"

"So you were listening," she gave him a faint smile. She glanced at her watch, "Okay, you all have five minutes. I want you all out of here when the bell rings, so pack up. Except for you, Motomiya, I still want to talk."

Everyone gathered their things, whispering quietly to their friends beside, in front, or behind them. Davis quickly looked at his planner, nothing planned, and put it in his bag.

A loud bell sang out, and everyone ran out. Davis walked slowly, and kind of fearfully, toward Mrs. Yakoma.

"Davis, you seem troubled, normally you pay attention full on. What, may I ask, is troubling you?" she asked gently, not at all like her normal strict and shrill teaching voice.

"Well, it's sort of personal, and kind of stupid, but I have been getting anonymus letters, love letters. They're not completely anonymus, but I still can't figure out who's sending them. And on top of that, I've had a crush on a girl since, like, third grade, and, well, I can't figure out how she's taking it, since she's one of my best friends, and she's put up a wall or something to her emotions." he spilled, blushing.

"Well, that is something. Stressful, too," Mrs. Yakoma took a deep breath, "However, it should not cause you to go downhill in you're school work. You've been doing exceptionally well up until this last week. Is it since then that you've been getting these 'letters?'"

Davis nodded.

"Well, you'd better go, and hurry up on figuring this out, you don't want to end up on Christmas break with a low grade."

Christmas was months and weeks away, but she was right, a big fumble in his grades now could create a lower grade at semester.

"Sure thing, Mrs. Yakoma," Davis said, turning towards the door and exiting.

Once in the hall, he whispered to himself, "Don't worry, I'm used to low grades."

*******

"Hey, Kari, why does this poem seem familiar?" said Gatomon. She was looking trough Kari's notebooks.

"Which one?"

"The one that says,"Hey sunshine, miricle of mine, saying this is something I have to do, I love you." Gatomon said skeptically.

Kari's eyes widened real quick, but Gatomon didn't notice since Kari's back was turned to her, "I copied it from Davis's letter, I thought it sounded sweet."

'Yeah, right,' Gatomon thought as she read the latest poem in Davis's letter underneath that one, "So you also wrote down, 'Roses are red, my hair is brown, I love you anyways, even if you are a clown?'"

Kari blushed, her back still turned, "Yeah, because it's true about my hair and it's also sweet, and who said you could look at my notebooks?"

"I did."

"Well, I didn't," Kari huffed.

Gatomon knew she was annoying Kari, but there was something strange about this. She closed the notebook and asked, "What are you going to write to him next?"

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon, Kari, it's obvious why these poems are in here," Gatomon pressed.

"Are you saying you think I wrote those letters? I can asure you I didn't," Kari blushed even more but tried to control it, she felt Gatomon walking across the bed to her.

'Okay,' Gatomon thought disbelievingly as she curled up on Kari's lap.

********

Kari sat on the couch downstairs. Nothing was on television, and her soda was almost empty. 'I should've known, nothing is ever on after ten.'

"Hey," A voice said, startling Kari."

"Oh, hey, Davis."

He sat down next to her, "Veemon won't give up my remote until I promise to get him this crazy machine on an infomercial," he explained.

Kari giggled, "I guess you aren't getting you're remote back any time soon."

"Probably not," Davis laughed, "He'll realize within the next month or so that getting something that costs over a hundred dollars means not as much food will make its way to his fridge."

"I thought that was your fridge?" Kari said.

"Was, but Veemon clears it out before I even get a chance to open it."

They laughed.

The television still had nothing on bat a sappy old romance movie that Kari wasn't in the mood for, not to mention Davis. He was sick of almost everything to do with love. Almost.

"I'm gonna go on up to bed, see you tomorrow, Dai," Kari said as she got up.

"'Night," Davis said as he flipped through the channels, knowing nothing was on.

'And Davis,' Kari thought, 'nevermind.'

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Yeah, I'll admit STUPID. Yet I'm trying to help you all out. Not telling how, though sorry.

Speaking of sorry, I couldn't post the pics, Ben, because of stupid Technical Difficulties on behalf of AOL, Thank God I got away from that nightmare. Anywho, Why am I saying this. Ben may NEVER read this, But all three of my fans just may. At least I know two of them will.

And on a last note, Shout out to AnimegirlH Please flatter me with your narrorater speech, I likes it, and, uh, Helen is a great name, so be Proud. I'm proud o my awkward name, and of my obsessions of Monkeys and Sun-dried Banana Chips.

Luvz ya all, GG