I'm What?
By theladyknight
Disclaimer: Digimon—not mine!
A/N: Some Sorato fluff at the beginning, and Grams finds out payback's a bitch! Please review!
Twilight: Thanks! I'm glad you like it! I used your suggestion in here this chapter; it fit quite nicely. Go ahead and add me on msn…just click my e-mail link; it's the same address for it…
Sakura Arielle: Yep!
Crazyamzy: I thought so too…I didn't realize Grams was that mean until after I wrote it!
Inconnu: I'm not telling!
Sapphire dragons: Where have you been? I haven't heard from you forever! That's the only reason you're not in the responses. No, I haven't heard the song; I tried playing it but my computer's stupid…
Cherryblossom Sky: My grandma's 100 percent exactly like Yamato's…no lie…
And thanks to: thetwentyone, sorato-takari, Kay, SoratoFan, SoraKoi The Water Goddess, Kuroi Black Nightingale, and Mrs. Ishida-to-you...
Chapter 15: Of Standing Up
Monday November 23
Biology
Sorry to leave off where I did. Nancy walked into see if I needed anything before bed, and I didn't get the chance to finish the entry. Wow, I'm writing this as if someone is actually reading it! Like that would ever happen. Who would want to read about my life? Ha! I could publish this someday, and let everyone see what it's really like to be me.
I'm getting off track.
As a recap: Yamato and I were sitting in his room. He was playing his guitar while I was trying to figure out what song it was. He won't tell me, and it's really bugging me. The song is so familiar but…back on track again, suddenly out of the blue he faced me.
"Do…do you wanna go out and catch a movie or go on a walk or something?"
I almost squealed; I really almost did. He was asking me out! I…think.
"Are you asking me out?"
He hadn't been expecting that answer. "Depends…would you say yes?"
I smiled at him, looking into the deep cerulean eyes that were expectantly awaiting an answer. "Depends…are you asking me out?"
Yama laughed lightly. "Yeah to both questions."
My cheeks became red. "I'd like that."
The blonde's eyes lit up, and the smile on his face grew. He stood up and pulled me up with him. "Then let's go!"
"Are you serious?" I looked out the window. "It's raining outside!"
"So?"
"So…"
"Come on; it'll be fun, I promise."
Yamato grabbed my jacket and put it on me, reaching a hand into his closet to get a coat for himself. "Mom, Dad, Sora and I are going out for awhile."
"But it's raining?" Nancy exclaimed.
"So?" The blond answered, taking my hand and leading me out the door after him.
I laughed at the look she gave us. "He's your son…"
"Where are you taking me?" I called, yelling to be heard over the downpour.
"To the park!" Yama shouted back.
"But it's…"
"So?"
"Is that the only thing you can say?" he grinned back at me as we jogged through the light downpour. Finally we reached our destination: the park near our apartments. He led us to an enclosed gazebo, and I shook myself dry. "Why'd we come here?"
"It's a nice place. We can talk here, and no one'll find us or hear us."
I smiled at him, sitting down on the ground inside the sheltered area. He joined me, pulling me close to him to keep us both warm.
"What's going on with Sora?"
I didn't have to ask for clarity; the question made perfect sense. "Grams still hates me, Dad doesn't know who to be angry at, Mom's starting to get morning sick, Mimi and the others won't talk to me…do you happen to know Jerry Springer's number?" (Not mine!)
Yamato laughed, wrapping a hand in mine. "Things will be fine. They'll turn out for the better. Just remember it's not your fault."
That's what he's been telling me for the past few weeks, and frankly, I'm getting really sick of it. "Can we talk about something else, Yama? I've heard those exact words way too many times."
He turned away from me, appearing to be a bit hurt. "Yeah, sure, I was only trying to help…"
"Yama, I'm sorry for snapping at you. I just want to forget about all that crap for awhile."
"I understand; don't worry about it."
"How's the band going…"
The blond and I spent the next twenty minutes talking about completely random things ranging from our favorite college basketball teams, funny stories from school, and then drifting to "our" current standing.
"Are you sure you're okay with us, Sora? I mean, you've got so much other pressure in your life right now. I don't want you to get overstressed or anything, and I don't want to hurt you by…"
Why can't all guys be like him? How did he get to be so smart and caring? "If we take this slowly, we'll be fine."
"So what are we officially?" Yama asked while we both darted out of the gazebo.
"Casually seeing each other?"
"In the same boat as Takeru and Hikari?"
I laughed. "That's a good way to put it. But, Yama, can we just not tell anyone? It's that I don't want anyone to…"
He held up a hand to silence me before offering it to me. "I understand completely. Let's head back to my place…"
We ran through the rain and shortly made it back to the Ishidas. Yama's parents were gone, out to card club, so the two blondes and I popped Troy into the DVD player. (Not mine!)
The three of us had a fun night, and Yamato couldn't help but crack a few jokes about Orlando Bloom not having blond hair or being as tough as he was in Lord of the Rings. (Not mine either!) I shut him up with a pillow in the face, starting a little pillow fight—Takeru and I against Yamato…guess who won—that lasted until their parents returned.
We went to bed around 1 am when the Ishidas did get home, and it looks like for once, something good is going on in my life…
Wednesday November 25
My Room
Usually the last day before Thanksgiving is lethargic and boring. But that was definitely not the case today…
My morning classes fit the clichéd description very well. Other than the game of Juega—Bingo—in Spanish 2, there was nothing too great about it.
I had an awesome time with Taichi, Takeru, and Yama in the Resource Room, though. We listened to Taichi's hilarious impersonation of his family and their little reunion over the weekend.
"So yeah, we had our family Thanksgiving because it was my grandma's birthday and all, and the whole family was there. Grandma demanded that we let her make the turkey and get it ready even though plenty of other people volunteered. But Grandma yelled and hollered about how she may be ninety years old, but she knows how to make the best damn turkey on the whole east side of Chicago. Who were we to argue?"
"Well what's so bad about that?" Yamato asked. "Your grandma's a good cook. I've eaten some of her food before and thought it was good."
Taichi sighed. "She usually is a good cook, but she did something horrible!"
Takeru laughed. "Did she burn it?"
He shook his head. "Undercook it?" I asked.
"No…she, she made TURKEY LOAF!"
That's just Taichi for you…
Things stayed a little interesting—to the point where I at least didn't fall asleep in any of my classes. But everything really cumulated and happened during eighth period Music Appreciation.
Mr. R. had started us on the song's that described our lives. We were going in alphabetical order and each person had to bring in a recording of the song along with lyrics to put up on the overhead. When the song was done, we would have to explain how the lyrics applied to our lives.
I was having a really hard time finding a fitting song. But one day, while hiding in the back hall of the apartment, dodging reporters, I heard it playing from someone's room.
Being that my name ends in T, I was to present on the last day. Actually I ended up the last one. Sometimes it sucks being at the end, but at least I didn't have to go first.
I knew some of the songs my classmates chose but was in the dark for others. A few people chose ballads, a few more rap, and even a classical piece chosen by the boy genius, Koushiro.
Finally it was my turn.
All eyes were on me as I reached the front of the room. I hastily put the lyrics on the projector and offered the cd to Mr. R.
(A/N: I had to take out the lyrics. If you want to read them, go to a search engine, type in lyrics, and look for the song "Welcome to My Life" by Simple Plan. Or just e-mail me, and I can get them to you!)
The class stared at me. "Sora, do you have an explanation for the lyrics?" (Welcome to My Life" by Simple Plan—not mine!)
I nodded. "It's not like I want to kill myself, if that's what any of you were alluding to." A few light chuckles escaped the room. "Do you guys have any idea what it's like being me? Everyone automatically assumes it's all rainbows and butterflies, being a princess and all. You all think it's an easy task. But you're so wrong!"
No one said anything; no motion was made to interrupt me. "The last few weeks have been hell! Reporters swarm me, asking shallow questions and wanting corny responses. A couple of my friends have ditched me because I didn't tell them I was a princess since I couldn't tell ANYONE!"
Mimi, Miyako, and Christine all exchanged a guilty look. But I just ignored them.
"My grandmother goes out of her way to screw things up for me, and so many people are fake around me. I don't want to be treated like Princess Sora; I just want to be treated like a normal teen…"
DING! DING!
The final bell of the day rang, signifying the end of class. "Have a good vacation everyone!" Mr. R. called out.
"Muy bien, Princesa." Antonio smiled at me as I gathered my things. (Very good/well)
"It felt great to get that off my chest."
"I'm sure it did."
We walked out the door, both glad we didn't have to come back here for another five days. I caught Mimi's eye on the way out. Maybe what I said got through…
Thursday November 26
My Apartment
Taichi would have been jealous of the feast I was offered today for my Thanksgiving Day meal.
Mom and I—and of course Mr. R.—were planning on spending a nice quiet day at home, watching the parade and football games on TV. Unfortunately, Dad called with some pathetic news. He demanded we make amends with Grams and have Thanksgiving dinner with her in the hotel.
Well, after a combined total of one hour arguing, debating, and screaming with Dad, Mom and I sadly lost. We agreed to go to the dinner Grams was having, but only promised to attempt formalities. If Grams snapped, we would bite back.
Mom called Mr. R., inviting him to come, but he quickly turned down the flattering invitation. I don't blame him at all.
Grams was hosting a huge dinner party for some ambassadors and a bunch of other rich people. Not knowing what to wear, as we weren't formally invited, Mom chose jeans and a t-shirt while I opted for jeans and a hooded sweatshirt from Old Navy. (Not mine!) It's not like we were told the dress code.
I called Antonio who very readily offered to pick us up. Grams could be heard in the background, screaming in rapid Spanish, and I could tell he wanted nothing more than to get out of the room the party was held in and far away from her.
"Ella es muy loca!" He exclaimed when he reached our apartment. (She is very crazy!)
"I could have told you that." Mom answered dryly after I translated it for her.
The limo ride was quiet, and we were all very happy to find no reporters outside the hotel when we arrived.
"Sora Isabel Anamaría Takenouchi Olivarez, what are you wearing?" Grams shrieked upon noticing us.
"Clothes; did you expect me to come naked?"
"That is not funny, young lady."
"I thought it was." Mom answered, glaring daggers at the woman whose vulture eyes returned the stare. "Let's sit down, Sor."
It appeared we'd arrived about ten minutes early. The caterers were just putting this huge-ass turkey onto the table.
"I bet Taichi could eat the whole thing by himself." I whispered to Mom.
"Easily," she replied.
An arm grabbed onto each of us as we were about to sit down in two of the chairs. Grams pulled us into the area the food was being prepared. "You don't have seats; you weren't invited!"
"Dad invited us."
"Against my wishes."
"Admit it, abuelita," I purposely provoked her, "you wouldn't care if it was just me. You love to show me off and make a false image of me."
Grams was fuming. "You are a princess. Act like one!"
"She's also just a teenager who would like to live a normal life, as normal as it can possibly get. You're trying to ruin it for her though!"
"You don't know anything about this! You're not royalty so stay out of it!"
SPLAT!
I burst out laughing and couldn't stop. Mom had been searching for some sort of weapon to use against Grams and finally found the perfect one. The mashed potatoes.
Grams face was now covered in a huge handful of potatoes. Antonio was trying not to chuckle as he saw Grams. "You ready to go home, Sora?"
"Of course, Mom. Yo, you wanna join us?"
He nodded. "I'm going to take them back. You need not worry about saving me any food."
Grams only glared at us, potato falling from her aged face, as we walked out. "That was great, Señora Takenouchi! She was making me crazy."
Mom, who'd been breathing rather hard and turned very red in the face, seemed to calm down. "I can't believe I just did that."
"I'm glad you did that. Maybe Grams'll get off her high horse and see others points of view..."
Ironically, the rest of our day turned out exactly as we had planned it. We stayed at home, watching the game, yelling at the refs for their stupid calls. Mr. R. came over, and later in the afternoon I invited Yama and the others to come over. We had a great time together, Yama and I took on Takeru and Hikari in all sorts of video games; the older blond and I winning quite impressively. Taichi meanwhile discussed things—I'm not too sure what—with Antonio. And I'm pretty sure Antonio was lost as well. But the best part of the day was by far something—go figure—Taichi had to say.
"So, Sor, you gave up this gigantic turkey and all that great food to eat here?" he asked after we'd explained what had happened. "What'd you guys eat here?"
I smirked and leaned over, whispering something in his ear. "What? You gave up an incredibly large turkey to eat TURKEY LOAF?..."
A/N: I couldn't resist…sounds like my family…lol! Please review! I'm off to go to work and then get my prom dress altered...please review!