Author's Notes- Well, here's chapter 3. Thanks to my one reviewer!(maybe I'll have more by the time you read this, but oh well)

Disclaimer- I don't own digimon, or Jesus of Suburbia. Or Fever Night. GreenDay and the Beegees do, m'kay?

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Ryo was absolutely elated at the thought of the upcoming ball(a change that Kenta greatly appreciated). Sometimes he would pick a random tune and sing "Going to the ball with Rika, going to the ball with Rika..."

It was during one of those moments that Rika decided to come calling. She walked in to find him singing the words "Goin' with Rika, oh yeah!" to the tune of "Jesus of Suburbia" by GreenDay. "What are you singing?" she asked, laughing.

A normal, sane person would have stopped singing. But Ryo Akiyama was not thinking like a normal, sane person. Instead, he switched to the tune of "Fever Night" by the Beegees and jumped(he was jumping on his bed), landing on his knees in front of Rika. He ended on an extremely high note and kissed her hand. "Hi, pumpkin," he said, as if nothing had happened. Rika's inner fire lashed out.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME, AKIYAMA!" She was breathing hard as Ryo answered.

"Pumpkin," he said simply, getting to his feet. "And what did you just call me?"

"I can call you what I want. You, princey(she poked him in the chest), just violated our agreement. I'm not going to the stupid ball with you."

And, for the first time since meeting Rika, in fact, for the first time ever, Ryo Akiyama lost his cool. "But... But... But Rika..." and, suddenly, he was hugging her, crying. "PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I'M SORRY!"

All Rika could do was stand there, being hugged. "Alright..." she mumbled. "Alright... Okay, I'll go with you! Just shut up!" Ryo instantly brightened.

"Great." he looked as if nothing had happened, but Rika was blushing. "What did you come for, anyhow?"

The pink faded from her cheecks as she mumbled something about "...my mommy wants..."

"What? You'll have to speak up."

"...My mommy wants... dress..."

"Sorry, still can't here you, pumpkin."

"MY MOMMY WANTS YOU TO PAY FOR MY DRESS!" She panted.

"Oh. Okay! C'mon downstairs and pick one out!" he grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her out.

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In the seamstress's chamber, Rika was pushed and pulled every which way by ladies wanting to measure her waist, her arm length, her leg length, and what the circumfrance(I really need a dictionary...) of her head was. And after that ordeal, ladies were shoving pictures of dresses under her nose. "You like this one, m'lady?" "How about this one?" "How much lace do you want?" "No lace? Oh my..." "This one looks great with your hair..."

Ryo watched all of this from the sidelines, very amused. Wow, thought Ryo, if I hadn't told them to treat her with respect, they would've torn her clothes off and measured her chest, too!(sorry, I just love inapropriateEr! comments!)

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In the end, Rika decided on a white dress with semi-precious(why don't I give up? I'm 'mister grammatically correct', but I can't spell. Or did I spell it right?) stones inbedded around the collar.

And then, after she chose the dress, there was the process of fitting, which took an agonizing three hours, during which Rika got poked a lot by different pins. And then... it was over. She had her gown in a bag, and she was on her way out the gates.

"Er... bye," Rika said.

"Bye!" Ryo said, cheerfully.

"Thanks for... Well, you know. I probably would've shown up at the ball in a T-shirt if you hadn't."

"Think nothing of it. In fact, I got you some shoes to match." He pulled a pair of (insert really expensive shoe description here) out of the backpack that he was wearing. She took them.

"Thanks... again."

He bowed and opened the gate for her. And as she scrambled away, he yelled "Give your mommy my regards!" He saw her scowl.

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Author's Notes- I have finally realized that the characters sound way too mature to be seven and eight. But oh, well. Deal with it(I tried to balance it out by having Rika call her mother 'mommy'). But, despite this, as I sit here, eating honey-nut cheerios, watching Harry Potter, and typing at the same time, I can honestly say... I like this chapter.