Stori slumped backwards onto her bed, "I don't even want to hear the words: 'project' or 'work' ever again!"

"It's only 7:45…you've been working for an hour," Seto said closing the book about Global Warming that he had in hand. (He had brought it from his library.)

Stori just groaned and rested the back of her hands over her eyes.

"Come to think of it, you've haven't even done that much," Seto said walking over the to laptop and looking over the report.

"That's not true," Stori shot up, "I wrote that whole thing!"

"I could have written it in less than a hour," Seto mumbled as he looked over the work.

"What'd you day?" Stori shouted.

"I said I could have done better!" Seto shouted back. Suddenly there was a knock on Stori's bedroom door.

"Who is it?"

"Mom, Stori you need to stop shouting, your brothers' asleep," came her mother's muffled voice from behind the door. Stori's eyes glazed over and her expression went blank.

"Yes ma'am," she said in English. Seto just blinked. True he had taken English lessons, but he had never actually completed them. There was still some of the language he still had to learn. His version of Stori's sentence was: "(BLANK) ma'am."

Stori sighed. At this rate we're never going to get anything done, she thought as she fumbled backwards into the bed again with yet another groan leaving her mouth.

This time Seto's eyes glazed over as he turned back to the laptop. As he read over the 2-paged report, he found that she had done a lot of work on it. Half of the document had already been done by the time he had arrived at her house…the other half had been done while he was there, but it had taken them a long time cause they had so much they had to look up and a lot of times he had seen her stop to think on how to word something and had even asked him for help once.

She sure does type fast, he thought has he remembered hearing how quickly her fingers had stuck the keys and how fast she had finished a sentence. She must had taken Computer Skills in her last school, he thought as he looked over at her. She was back in the same possession she had been in before they got into another argument.

She's not at all like any of the other girls I've worked with, he thought as he remembered the other two girls that he had worked with in the past projects, and how he had ended up doing all of the work anyway and all they did was either admire him or just pretend to actually being doing the project just to impress him. But Stori wasn't like that at all. When he had come over, after she had returned from her little fuss with her sister of coarse, she had gotten strait to work on her laptop; she didn't even blush when she looked at him, she just looked him strait in the eye and explained or said whatever it was that needed to be said.

She's defiantly not like other girls, he thought, correcting himself. Suddenly his mind turned back to Stori's journal entry.

"No one understands me…I had no one to turn to…no parents, no friends."

He bit his bottom lip and he recalled what she had put.

"I learned how to fiend for myself at a young age. Once everyone heard my name they turned their noses and abandon me…

He pretended to be reading the work…just incase she looked over his way

"Sometimes I wish: someone would find this book, and learn of my pain. I wish there was someone like me."

You got your wish, kid, Seto thought. Then his mind moved to the last bit that she had written.

"Sometimes I wonder…" He had never gotten a chance to find out what she had wondered, only cause she had came back into the room in a hurry and he had to throw the book back into its hiding place.

She's probably moved it by now, he thought as he recalled his one trip to the bathroom earlier.

Seto turned back to the work in front of him and tried to concentrate on it this time. He had to stop thinking about this.

"Are you done proof-reading it yet," he heard someone say by his ear. He turned his head to see Stori looking over his shoulder at the screen. He hadn't even heard her get back up off the bed. She looked over at him with a bored look on her face, "Well?"

"Of coarse I am done. Now if you don't mind I'd like it if I could have my personal space back," he retorted and Stori leaned back a ways.

"Alright…gees," she said sitting in her bed. She brought her long legs onto the bed and placed them in an Indian fashion. She had both hand grasping her right ankle and she leaned back, her hands being the only thing to support her up. She groaned slightly and then sighed.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The sound of Seto's stopwatch going off and made Stori jump. Seto looked at his watch only to see that it was now 8:00, his ride would be there to pick him up in 30 minutes. And it wasn't that long. Not long enough for them to get anything else done; not long enough for him to just walk home (actually there was time for that but it was extremely cold outside.) So…there was just plan nothing else to do.

Seto closed out of the document, after saving the changes to it of coarse, and saved the web-links that they had looked up into Stori's Favorites' List, for web pages. After doing so he moved the mouse over to the start button, ready to shut it down, when something caught his eye. A folder in the far corner had been it. It read: "My Pictures" in English. Seto smirked. There was always something interesting to look at in a pictures file.

This could give him proof if what Rika had said was true or not. Earlier, when he had first arrived in Stori's room, he had seen a digital camera lying on the small dresser beside her bed. And right beside him was the cord, so he knew that she used it save all of the pictures that she took on it and transferred it to the computer. He didn't know why, but he had gotten the sudden urge to check it and see if Stori had taken any snap-shots of him.

As if, Seto thought. But that little disagreement soon turned into a debate. He had seen Stori with her camera at school plenty of times before, although he had no clue as to why; so he guessed it could be possible. Now to get the debate: rather he should look at the pictures in her file or not.

He looked over his shoulder to see if Stori was till sitting on her bed doing nothing. But when he looked over there all he saw was an empty bed.

Somehow, Stori had managed to walk out of the room without him noticing one thing. This little trick of hers was starting to get Seto a little worried. If she could do that without him noticing, then that meant that if he tried to look under her pictures and came into the room while he was doing so, she'd probably chew him out for it. Way too risky for Seto's taste.

No amount of proof is going to tempt me now, he thought as he went ahead and shut the computer down.

By the time Stori had reappeared in the room, it was time for Seto to leave and he was already gathering his stuff up and heading towards her bedroom door.

"Going home?" she asked looking at him as he walked passed her.

"Does it look like it?" he said sarcastically. He wasn't sure if Stori had gotten that one or not…he didn't bother to see the expression on her face.

All he wanted to do right now was go home and go to bed, regardless to the fact tha he needed to get work done on Kaiba Corp. for that night. He had to get these thoughts of Stori's journal entry out of his head. And the only way he could do that was get some rest…or so he hoped.

End! I hoped out liked it guys, sorry I took so long. As you may have noticed I'm not getting very many reviews on this story, that and someone sent me an email asking rather if I had copied someone else's story or not (cause apparently someone wrote a story where the first chapter was similar to the first chapter of this one --; just more of a head ace for me,) anyways, I don't know if I have to take this story down or not, so please guys, can you make it last? It would really help to know that this story is not going to go down and be forgotten. Thanks! Later!