I'm What?

By theladyknight

Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine!

A/N: I'm back! Holy cow, I haven't updated this in a while…I've been so busy with school, sports, friends, the works. This chapter's nothing special but it leads up to the next one which definitely has a lot more humor and such. But read, review, and enjoy!

blondie121147: Yeah, the flirt scenes are good to read…wait till Yamato's family gives them even more reason to flirt!

sorato4eva: I agree…I would not be able to do that at all! Mimi's comments were pretty accurate the more I think about them!

Inconnu: Gotta agree with you on the comments though I haven't watched much O.C. The station it comes in on doesn't come in very well at my house.

Sapphire Dragons: Thank you! I'm glad you like it! Sorry it took so long for the update!

crazyamzy: I'm glad you got a new computer. I got mine back and it was fast, then slow, and now it's right in the middle! About the list, they were in no particular order. If they were, Friends would not be last…believe me!

Chapter 10: Of Even Odder Grandparents and Party News

Monday October 28
Spanish II

I'm so stupid! I left this in my locker over the weekend so I had no way to record everything that happened…and so much happened.

On Saturday morning, I went to another guitar lesson with Yamato. This time it was a little, well, a lot different than the last one.

I rang the doorbell at 10:00 a.m., and Takeru greeted me. "Sora! What are you doing here?"

"Your brother is teaching me how to play the guitar." I answered.

Mrs. Ishida joined us as Takeru let me in. I explained the same thing to her, and she gave me a sad smile. "I think it's great you want to learn the guitar, and I'm sure Yamato's a great teacher, but my parents are coming over to visit soon and…"

I gasped. "I'm sorry! Yamato never told me that."

Speaking of the blond…

"Hey Sora, wow, your hair looks…wow! What are you…shit!" He looked between his mother and me. "Grandma and Grandpa are coming to visit today! I completely forgot about it."

"I wonder why you forgot about it." Takeru laughed in a singsong voice. His older brother glared at him but the younger boy continued. "Perhaps you were too busy thinking about something or some…"

"Takeru, behave." Mr. Ishida said as he joined in. "Here's an idea; Sora, why don't you stay and have lunch with us and their grandparents. You and Yamato can have you lesson afterwards, and Takeru can help out as well because he knows a little about playing the guitar."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "Because I can just go home and come back later." I suggested.

Takeru shook his head. "Don't be stupid Sora! Stay; it'll be fun."

I looked over at the older blond who gave me a bright smile. "Yeah, what do you say?"

"Okay." I finally relented. "But I feel like a bother. Do you need help with anything?"

Mrs. Ishida laughed. "Sora, you are such a nice person. You're a guest here; no, I don't need any help. I wish my sons would be as polite and kind as you."

"Now Mother, you don't think we're polite and kind?" Takeru asked with a hurt expression, standing next to Yamato.

"Yeah," Yama added, putting on some sad eyes, "we're deeply hurt by that comment."

Mr. Ishida rolled his eyes. "Drama queens. Maybe your mother will retract her comment if you two go snap the green beans for her."

"Yes sir!" they both answered, heading toward the kitchen.

Mrs. Ishida faced me. "I think they spend WAY too much time with Taichi…"

I'll take this chance to explain about my hair. Before Grams came it was curved out at the ends and was a nice shade of red. Now, after my lesson on Friday in which I was forced to go to a hairstylist, my hair has blonde streaks in it, is a little bit shorter, and straightened. Quite honestly it doesn't look too bad, but I guess it's just going to take a bit getting used to. She also made me leave with bags full of makeup, which I'm going to have an even harder time getting used to. The hair is one thing but makeup; that's definitely something different for me. Hopefully I don't look like a clown wearing it but anyway, where was I?

For the next hour and a half, we all worked hard to get everything ready for this lunch with Mr. and Mrs. Takaishi, Mrs. Ishida's parents. I finally convinced Mrs. Ishida to let me help out, and by noon, the nice hot meal was on the table, and we were sitting in the living room waiting for the two to show up.

However, while we were waiting the Ishidas were all informing me a little bit about these grandparents…

"Okay, number one: they both have hearing aids and a very hard time hearing. They'll probably mix up a lot of things you say, but just nod your head and smile." Mrs. Ishida explained.

Takeru nodded his head. "Grandpa is VERY opinionated and has an argument for everything."

"Grandma has a horrible fashion sense. She'll be very mismatched, and her clothes will probably scare you, so when you first see her, bite your lip." Yamato said.

"And you will probably never once be called your right name…none of us are." Mr. Ishida admitted.

And I thought my Grams is odd. Even my grandparents on Mom's side aren't that weird. I hardly ever see them, though. They live out in Colorado and don't visit that often. But they do send very generous checks at Christmas time. (A/N: Takeru and Yamato's grandparents will be referred to as Grandma and Grandpa Takaishi throughout the chapter…)

The doorbell rang, and Takeru answered the door. "Yamato, my you've grown!" a lady with a turquoise shirt on exclaimed, pulling the younger blond into a gigantic hug and kissing his cheeks. Taking the Ishidas advice, I bit my lip because her outfit, well, we'll just say isn't going to be seen on a runway anytime soon. She was dressed in a pair of red pants and had a purple and orange shirt on underneath her turquoise one.

"Takeru, you are getting to be such a fine young man." She exclaimed, leaving the real Takeru and heading toward Yamato. I caught the younger blonde's eye and smirked, seeing the bright red lipstick on his face.

"Hi, Grandma." Yamato answered. "And, I'm Yamato."

"Oh yes." She said holding a hand to her head. "You two just look so alike. I'm sorry, Takeru."

Yamato rolled his eyes at me and grinned. "And who would this be?" Grandpa Takaishi asked, pointing to where I was standing.

"She's Yamato's friend."

"Yamato's girlfriend?" The elder man asked with a knowing smile.

The blond shook his head. "No, Grandpa, she's just my friend who happens to be a girl."

"Your girlfriend, eh? Not a bad catch."

Mrs. Ishida looked at her father. "Dad! Sora is not Yamato's girlfriend. She's just a friend."

Grandpa Takaishi laughed. "Deny it all you want, but I can tell you're not telling me the truth."

I sighed as Grandma Takaishi walked over to me and gave me a hug. "Welcome to the family, Laura."

Laura? Welcome to the family?

Both Mr. and Mrs. Ishida were trying not to laugh, and Takeru had already doubled over in laughter. I glared at him as I took a look over in Yamato's direction. His face was flushed, and he turned his head away from me.

"How about we all go to eat?" Mr. Ishida suggested. "The ladies prepared us a very delicious looking meal."

"Laura, come sit by me." Grandma Takaishi said, grabbing my hand and pulling me closer to her. "I want to here all about what a gentlemen my grandson is!"

Yama gave me a helpless look, and somehow Mrs. Ishida was able to save me. "Mom, go ahead and sit down. I need Sora's help in the kitchen."

"Okay, dear. I'll save her a seat by me though." She walked away, and Yamato joined his mother and me in the kitchen.

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed.

Mrs. Ishida smiled. "The worst isn't over. They both think you and Yamato are together so you'll have to make up a bunch of stories to cover. Mom and Dad will completely forget about it by the time they leave. All you have to do is come up with some excuses nothing more."

Yamato and I looked at each other. "Okay." This shouldn't be too hard, but hopefully the two don't switch our words around.

We walked out of the kitchen, each carrying a dish andthen sittingdown. I ended up between Takeru and Grandma Takaishi. As the meat was being cut, Grandma turned to the younger blond and asked, "So, is she a good kisser?"

Takeru blanched. "Grandma, Sora is Yamato's girlfriend. I'm Takeru remember?"

She blinked. "Oh yes, sorry about that again. So, Yamato," she asked, facing the older blond, "is she a good kisser?"

He didn't hesitate. "Definitely."

"What do you have to say?" Grandpa Takaishi threw at me.

"Yeah, he's a good kisser."

"Where was your first kiss?" Grandma Takaishi questioned, sounding like a little girl.

Yamato and I looked at each other. "A restaurant."

"A restaurant?" Takeru exclaimed. "Couldn't you come up with…OUCH!" Yamato kicked him across the table. "Why wasn't I informed about this?"

Mr. Ishida smiled. "Yeah, I thought you're first kiss was at Yamato's concert."

Oh God…they're getting too into this whole making up stuff. I'm afraid of some of the things they're going to think of. Now is probably a good time to butt in. "No, it was in a restaurant. Yamato asked me out, and we went there. This little girl begged to see us kiss and we did. That's when Yamato asked if I would be his girlfriend."

"That is so lame, Sora." Takeru whispered. "You could have at least made it believable."

It is believable with the exception of the whole girlfriend thing!

The rest of lunch drowned on with more and more questions from Grandma Takaishi and a few arguments from Grandpa Takaishi. By 1:30 when the finally left, I let out a sigh of relief. We had to make up so many stories for each question and each one was funnier than the next.

According to our stories, Yamato and I are going to prom, not for another six and a half months, together; bought matching shirts that say "I love you honey" and have a large bee on them; and finally, according to Takeru, Yamato's teaching me the guitar so I can sing and play with him in his band. The younger blond got quite a kick out of it unlike his brother and me.

When the door closed and we were sure they had left, Mrs. Ishida started laughing. "Sora, I'm sorry you had to go through all that."

Mr. Ishida joined in. "Normally when they come to visit it's odd, but I have to say this time beats them all."

"Where did you two come up with the whole kissing in the restaurant thing? I mean, come on, at least you could have made it realistic!" Takeru exclaimed.

I looked at his older brother. "I thought it was good." Yamato replied.

"Yeah." I answered. "Your grandparents bought it."

Takeru raised his hands in the air. "Seriously though, you couldn't think of ANYTHING better than that?" We both shook our heads. "Mom, Dad, did you think it was a stupid excuse?"

Slowly Mr. and Mrs. Ishida both nodded. "He's right. It was kind of lame." Mr. Ishida announced.

Mrs. Ishida looked at me. "I personally thought you guys could come up with something better…"

Yamato and I spent the next twenty minutes listening to his family through out other excuses we could have used. But through them all, I found it hilariously funny they were slamming our excuse yet most of it actually happened. Talk about irony!

I finally had my guitar lesson with Yamato a few hours later, and it definitely was better than any lesson with Grams. Surprisingly I'm actually a fast learner, which makes no sense considering how hard I have to pay attention to stay focused on the instrument rather than the hot guy sitting next to me.

I spent Sunday with Hikari and Mimi. We went to the mall and watched a movie, got drug into at least twenty clothing stores…guess who drug me there…, and went out for ice cream. I wish everyday was as good as the last two and had no princess lessons.

Wednesday October 30
My Room

God, I'm only one week into these princess lessons yet it feels like one year.

Everyday Grams throws more and more pointless junk into each lesson. Now that Grams believes she's beautified me, we've been spending a greater deal of time on beauty secrets, as she calls them.

She gives me professional tips on all sorts of stuff from makeup to acne treatment and hair care to nail care. Grams has also been adding things about the history of Prince Phillipe's Isle and how its government works.

That part is actually something I look forward to each lesson, not that I look forward to the lesson itself. If someday I am going to be queen of the Isle, I think it's a pretty good idea I have some idea what's going on.

But these lessons are starting to take a toll on me. It seems like everyone's noticing. The other day I fell asleep on Mimi's shoulder during the school assembly on peer pressure, and she only just managed to wake me up before I got a detention.

Taichi says I've got sophomoritis…I had to ask him about that one. According to the bushy haired senior, this "disease" is quite common in overworked, stressed out sophomores because they just realize the easy year is gone and they realized they have two more years of this shit left. His idea is a load of crap if you ask me.

Yamato agrees. He and Taichi spent one day in the resource room arguing about it. Soon the rest of the room joined in the discussion and as expected, it was everyone versus Taichi. I felt bad for the guy but some of his arguments were absolutely hilarious.

What I need is a vacation or fun stress-free thing to look forward to. Tomorrow's Halloween; maybe I'll find something like that then…

Thursday October 31
Art

I just love Halloween. We've done nothing in classes all day, and right now, I'm coloring a picture of a pumpkin. I wish this was all we ever did in class!

My wish for something fun and relaxing has actually come true. Tomorrow night, Taichi and Hikari are having a Halloween party at their place and we're all invited. It's going to be so much fun! I cannot wait. It's a costume party so I've got to figure out what to wear in addition to a few other minor details.

Maybe Grams will go easy on me tonight at my lesson. And maybe I'll be able to convince her to let me get out of a lesson tomorrow so I can get ready. If I plan this right, I'll be able to kill two birds with one stone. This is going to require a lot of smooth talking on my part, but I can definitely say it will be worth it. I'd better get started planning my begging speech right now…

A/N: Thoughts; suggestions. Please review and let me know. Also I'd like to hear what you guys think Sora's costume should be. I've got some ideas but I'm definitely open to any others!