Note: The title for this chapter is called "Everything You Want Is Wrong"… kind of long, huh? Well, its part of the lyrics of this song called, "Honey and the Moon" by Joseph Arthur, pretty good. I have a habit of titling my chapters after songs or something… a new theme?

Amor Vincit Omnia

Love Conquers Everything

Chapter Six – Everything You Want Is Wrong

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Sora

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I really didn't know how I ended up here, in a rusty and unstable van with a reckless blonde driver, who happened to also be a lead singer in a high school band, and someone I've known for…oh… since 4th grade. Or something like that.

"God, Matt. Do you even know the meaning of brakes?" I hated the feeling of rush that I was experiencing, it was terrifying, and thrilling at the same time, with the car going so fast, I could hardly even see out the windows. It was all just a blur.

Matt was busy concentrating on speeding. "Don't tell me you're afraid." His tone was mocking, and I grimaced, maybe he was right.

My pride was too strong. "I am not afraid!"

Matt chuckled, then he turned around and faced me, not even looking at the road anymore. "So…you're not afraid if I drive without looking?" He let go of one hand on the steering wheel. "Or…if I don't have my hands on the wheel?"

I stared back at him.

"Well?"

"No." I said flatly, quietly praying that I wouldn't die too early.

Suddenly Matt took a sudden turn, and I slammed against the door, hitting my elbow against the window. "What the hell?" I shouted.

"Whoa, there. Sorry about that. I almost missed the turn to your house." Matt slammed on the brakes, causing me to pitch forward (the seatbelt wasn't doing its job).

Matt laughed, then parked the car. I glared at him, grateful that the ride was over. "Well, I had fun." I said sarcastically, annoyed at the smile he had on his face. "Thanks, I guess."

I put on hand on the door handle, hesitating. I glanced back at him, and he slowly turned around and faced me. Slowly, he leaned over, my eyes growing wider as his face grew close to mine, my face growing red and my heart beating faster, and in that next instant, his lips touched mine.

The move surprised me, and I felt at lost at what was happening. My first instinct was to push him away, but my body was cooperating. For the first time, I wasn't in control of my actions. I felt myself kissing him back, my mind and heart were both racing.

Suddenly I heard a tap against the window behind me. Tap, tap, tap. I broke away from Matt, and we both turned around. Standing outside the window, with a big smile across his face was… T.K.

My face flushed, and I immediately opened the door as T.K. quickly stood aside. Even though I wasn't looking at him, I could tell he was still smiling. Great. Now everyone was going to know what had happened.

I quickly walked away from the scene, practically running to my house, and into my room. I closed the door behind me, trying to recall what had just occurred. Everything seemed so…unreal.

I walked to my bed and sat down, trying to think. All of a sudden, a cold realization came to me.

What about Mimi?

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Matt

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I looked at T.K., who was looking at me, grinning widely. "What are you doing here, T.K.?" I leaned back into my chair, closing my eyes.

I could hear him getting into the car, sitting in the seat that Sora was just sitting in a few seconds ago. "I was just in the neighborhood, about to go home after hanging out with Kari, when I happened to see a very familiar van, with my favorite blonde and redhead making out in it." He smiled evilly at me.

I sighed. I didn't even know how to respond to that. In fact, I didn't even know why I kissed Sora at all. I just did…or maybe I just couldn't help it.

"Whatever." I muttered, turning on the engine. "Get out of my car, T.K."

"It's not your car, and besides, I feel like seeing how you and Dad live, so you're going to give me a ride." He leaned back into the chair, putting his feet on the dashboard, "You're going to give me a ride."

I groaned, "Fine, but you're going to have to find your own ride home."

I slammed my foot on the gas pedal, and peeled away, trying very hard to ignore T.K.'s amused grin.

"So, you and Sora, huh?"

I grimaced, and quickly dodged a jay-walker. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound clueless.

"Are you guys together or something?"

"No." I said firmly, although I felt unsure about it.

"Oh…so you guys just like to make out in cars?"

"Uh, no."

"Then what?"

I glared at him, slamming on my brakes for a red light. "It was just a 'spur of the moment' kind of thing. Can you just leave me the hell alone about it?"

T.K. chuckled, "Ooooh, I see. So…you just kissed her because you 'felt like it'."

"No…" I said warily. Damn. Now I was confused.

"Well, whatever." T.K. said, rolling down the window, and a blast of cold air instantly rushed in, startling me.

"Good." I said, glad that he was finished with his little interrogation.

"I wonder what Kari will think when I tell her about it." T.K. mused aloud, causing me to slam the car to a stop once again.

"What?" I asked coldly, hearing the blare of horns behind me.

"Well…" T.K. smiled at me slyly, "I think she has a right to know…"

"What right?"

He shrugged, "She's my girlfriend, after all. I can't keep secrets form her…unless…" He smiled again at me, "You can... donate some money… to your precious little brother."

I stared at him. "Are you blackmailing me? Your own brother?"

He laughed. "I wouldn't call it blackmail. I think of it as more as… insurance."

I glared at him.

He smiled back at me.

I muttered angrily to myself as I pulled into a parking spot, and parked. I took out my wallet and looked inside.

I only had 10 bucks.

I took out my lone ten and looked at it. This was supposed to feed me for two days. I sighed, regretting the beer offer.

T.K. took the ten out of my hands, pocketing it, and grinning widely. "Why, thank you."

I stared at him, annoyed, but I wasn't really that angry. "Whatever." I muttered. I looked up at our apartment building, which we were in front of. "C'mon, let's go..."

"Wow." T.K. said, looking around the apartment, "You guys should hire a maid or something, because this place is…" he trailed off.

I instantly thought of Sora, and chuckled. "I'm getting that a lot lately." I said, looking into the refrigerator. Nothing was in it. I groaned. God. First I'm broke, and now I have no food to eat either. I sat down on the couch as T.K. poked around.

"For someone so disorganized, you sure can clean your room." T.K. sounded surprised.

"What?" I asked, turning around to look at him, "What are you talking about?" I mean, really, my room was just as messy as the whole damn house.

"Well, your room is just…so clean."

I got up, T.K. obviously was looking into the wrong room, although, I wasn't sure what other room he was talking about. I walked to where he was standing, and to my shock, I saw that my room was…

Completely clean.

Seriously. It wasn't like the floor was vacuumed or anything, but even my shirts were folded, for God's sake. I glanced around the room quickly, surveying the change.

My CDs were stacked neatly against my dresser, and the crumpled pieces of paper that I usually just threw around my room were in the trash can. My bed was made neatly, with hospital corners and everything.

I took a cautious step into the room. It was like the Twilight Zone.

T.K. was looking at my CDs, "God, Matt. I can't believe it. Your CDs are alphabetized, too."

"What!" I nearly shouted, walking over to the stacking and leaning in closer.

They were alphabetized.

I didn't even know how this could've happened. I didn't even remember hiring a maid…

Then I thought of Sora.

Did she do this? What kind of person would alphabetize their CD collection? Thinking of this, I broke out into a grin. Sora, of course.

"I didn't do this." I said, sitting down on my neatly made bed, "Sora did."

"Oh." T.K. looked at me again, and I instantly regretted what I just said.

"So. Sora was here. In your room…was this…at night? I mean, it is early in the morning…"

"Goddammit, T.K.! Nothing happened between us." I growled.

"So you claim."

"Whatever, you god damn punk."

"I guess I'll be needing more insurance." T.K. beamed at me.

I think you can guess what I said next.

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Mimi

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I walked down the street, and stopped in front of Sora's house. Glancing at my cell phone, I saw that the time was 12:00 pm.

It was noon already? I sighed.

I decided to check up on Sora to see how she was doing, and I wanted to show her I was a good friend, so I was going to eat breakfast with her. (Note: just eat with her? I don't think she plans on buying! Haha.)

I knocked on the door, and waiting. I looked down the street at the nearby soccer field, and saw a couple of people playing soccer. Hmm…

The door opened, and I turned around.

"Mimi?" Sora sounded surprised as I walked in.

"Hey, Sora." I said, walking into her room while she followed me.

"Uh…hi."

"So, I was thinking, we could go out and eat breakfast, you know? How does pancakes sound?" I glanced into her closet. Everything was sorted by color and types. I sighed again. Please.

"Uh…ok." She looked down at herself, "Let me just get ready."

I looked at her, and noticed that she was wearing the same outfit that she wore last night. "Didn't you change?"

She flushed, "No." She said quickly, grabbing a few clothes, and walking out of the room.

I shrugged. Maybe she was tired or something, and went to sleep in her clothes. But really. Even if I were dead tired and half asleep, I wouldn't sleep in my clothes. I mean, please.

"Ok." Sora's voice interrupted my thoughts, "Let's go."

At the "Pancake House"…

"So," I said, popping a strawberry in my mouth, "what kind of guy do you like?" I couldn't help it, I had to ask.

Sora glared at me over her orange juice. "None." She said darkly.

"C'mon, there has to be a type!"

"There isn't. You know how I feel about this subject."

I shrugged again, "You can't expect to be alone forever, you know."

"Some people have done it."

"So, you're going to die an old maid?"

"If need be."

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "I mean, please. You're just kidding yourself. Someone with your looks is bound to attract a lot of attention…" I quickly thought of Tai, "And, besides, I want to be your maid of honor at your wedding."

"What? What wedding? I'm only 17."

I rolled my eyes again, "I meant in the future."

"Love is just a hassle." Sora said again, her face went blank.

"No, it isn't. It's fun, and nice. So, tell me what you look for in a guy."

"Why do you want to know?"

"Just curiosity…" Maybe I could help Tai with a few pointers.

She sighed, "Fine."

I waited, "Well…?"

"Well…" She began, looking uncertain, "I guess I don't want anyone who's…disorganized…you know, someone who's messy and sloppy."

Of course.

"And…I don't like anyone who is reckless. Who doesn't think before they act, and speeds their car." Her face went dark again.

How boring.

"I guess… I don't want someone who's a musician either."

I looked up, surprised. "What's wrong with musicians?"

"They're so…unreliable…and…hopeless...and...dum—"

"OK. I think I get your point." I narrowed my eyes at her, "But...I think that...you're type is...someone who's an athlete...with really crazy hair...and stuff." I smiled at her sweetly, "I mean, come on, think of the muscles he must have."

"Who must have?" There was an edge to her voice.

Uh-oh. I'd probably get her mad again, but he was going to be her future boyfriend. Please. They were always so perfect for eachother.

If only I could make her see that.

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Tai

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I ran down the field, kicking the ball with my feet and dodging anyone who got in the way. (Note: Forgive me, I don't know much about soccer.) I swiftly kicked the ball into the goal, hearing the cheer of my teammates behind me. I wiped the sweat off my forehead, and grinned.

God, I loved soccer. It was the only thing that always made me feel better about everything.

Well, almost everything.

I heard the coach's whistle behind me, and I turned around. "Good job, Kamiya."

"Thanks." I said, taking my water bottle from out of my bag and gulping it down.

"All right, kids. Practice is over. I'll see you on Monday." The coach shouted, he blowed his whistle a second time and walked off the field.

All around me my teammates crowded around, talking amongst themselves. I picked up my bag and left.

I thought about last night, and everything seemed so strange. I stopped, at sat down on a park bench nearby. I couldn't stop thinking about it, how Sora had become angry because...

"Tai?" I looked up, and saw Sora, who was staring down at me curiously.

"Sora?" I asked, startled.

"What are you doing?" She asked, sitting down next to me.

"Um…I was just resting… Practice… and stuff." I stumbled over my words, feeling the shame of embarrassment creep onto my cheeks, "Uh, what are you doing here?" I countered back quickly.

"Oh, Mimi and I went to eat breakfast, and she had to go get her pedicure." Sora rolled her eyes at me and grinned, "I didn't want to join her."

I laughed, "So, Takenouchi doesn't like pedicures."

"What's wrong with that?" Sora asked, looking indignant.

"I bet your feet are gross, or your toes are weird looking with warts on them!"

"So your saying that pedicures are a good thing? How would you know about this, Tai? I think someone has had some experience, eh?" Sora grinned.

"Yup. I enjoy pedicures every now and then. I have to pamper my feet every once in a while, you know."

"So that's your secret then." Sora laughed.

I chuckled. I didn't understand why it was so easy to be back at ease with her. It never stayed awkward for long.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Heheh. I had to throw Tai a bone there.