Title: The Diary Project
Warnings: Respect the rating.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
IMPORTANT NOTE; READ FIRST: This is only Yamato's half of the story. Reading this document in its entirety will only give you half the story. You must read Taichi's half as well for this story to make sense. "Sparkle Itamashii" is writing Taichi's half of the story- it has the same title as this half.
Day 19 - Wednesday
Well, I slept last night, that was pretty good, I can't say much for the rest of the day though it was complete and utter shite.
Most of my morning was spent standing in lines waiting to sign up for classes. We had school registration today and it took absolutely forever not to mention having to stand around and wait for Taichi afterwards. He said he'd come in early if I agreed to stick around for him but due to the fact that we're at completely opposite ends of the alphabet I ended up being there for hours.
Sure, I had Taichi to keep me company but his brain kept dropping out of the mortal realm leaving him to stare blankly at the wall. I had to keep reminding him to pay attention to me but despite the wide range of methods I used he didn't stay on track for very long.
What really annoyed me though was when we were walking out of the building and Daisuke ran up to talk to us. Taichi immediately said goodbye to me and dragged Daisuke away towards the soccer change rooms.
'Gee, thanks for sticking around, man. I appreciate it so much that I'm going to run away now.'
What's his problem? Did I do something to annoy him? Why would he suddenly want to run off with Daisuke when we were supposed to be having lunch together?
Stupid Tai. He's so annoying. I hope somebody kicked a soccer ball at his head while he was blanking out. I hope it hurt like hell and goes to hospital for concussion and the doctors get his chart mixed up and they operate on him and remove his kidneys. He could ask for a brain as compensation then and we'd all be a lot happier.
Stupid Taichi. Stupid Daisuke. Stupid TK for that matter as well.
Man, is he being a right little twit. Can't he just suck up whatever is bothering him and leave us all in peace? He flat out refused to eat his dinner last night and totally rejected my cake. I was under the assumption that he liked my chicken Teriyaki but it turns out it's one of his least favorite meals.
Couldn't he have said so, you know, before I started making it? I did ask him, the stupid little...
'Oh no, chicken is good. I'm not really hungry though.'
At least dad appreciated it. He was quite happy to eat the leftovers. He even ate the cake despite the fact that I'd iced it for TK. Dad hates things that are too sweet, maybe he was trying to cheer me up.
Anyway, I don't want to sit around ranting about people anymore, I think I'll go play my guitar and get rid of all this emotion. It's somehow making my ears hurt which is twice as weird as it sounds. Maybe it's because I kept grinding my teeth today and it's the corner of my jaw muscles being sore. It'd make more sense than saying my emotions tried to find a new haunting place and settled down in my head. That's what it feels like though, like the pain I normally get in my chest; like something's compressing it and pulling it in tight.
IMPORTANT NOTE; PLEASE READ: This is only Yamato's half of the story. Reading this document in its entirety will only give you half the story. You must read Taichi's half as well for this story to make sense. "Sparkle Itamashii" is writing Taichi's half of the story- it has the same title as this half.
To read this story as it is supposed to be read, please switch to Sparkle Itamashii's page and read the corresponding chapter of "The Diary Project" there as well. (or if you found her page first, please proceed to the next chapter on her page.)