Author's Notes- The last chapter was a bit lovey-dovey for my tastes, but oh, well. Oh, and I'd like to thank all of my reviewers- thanks, guys!(please note that I changed the rating to T for future content)

Disclaimer- I don't own digimon, or the song "She's a rebel", which will be in this chapter.

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The past few weeks had passed like a dream to Ryo. He and Rika were almost constantly holding hands, Rika now enjoyed being called 'pumpkin', and both of them were happier than ever- but there was a problem.

Something seemed to be bothering Rika. She would always tell him that nothing was wrong, but he knew that there was something not quite right about her. Plus, she had shown up at 3:00 AM a few days ago and hadn't left since. Yes, something was up, and it was Ryo's duty as her friend to find out what.

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Rika was crying- for the third time that day, and Ryo was perplexed. She had never shown this much emotion, not even as his girlfriend. He looked at her, staring at the floor, tears falling. "I'm sorry..." she said. "My little outbursts must be freaking you out."

It was true, but he didn't say that. He put his hand under her chin and made her look into his eyes. "Tell me what's wrong." he said it sternly, but not unkindly.

She sighed. "I guess you do deserve to know why I've been sleeping on your bedroom floor."

They were in Ryo's room, having just returned from a walk in the gardens- their favorite pastime. Ryo sat on his bed, and motioned for her to do the same. She sat next to him."But before I start, I want you to know- I've never told this to anyone. Ever. Don't take this lightly."

He nodded. "Trust me, I won't. Not on the first time you've ever opened up to me." It was her turn to nod.

"Okay... See, when I was three, my father left my mother. He just up and left. He never said goodbye to me." She was staring at her knees as she said this.

"After he had been gone for a while, I realized that he was gone... Gone gone, you know? So, after a year, I started to miss him. And I knew that I couldn't see him. It really darkened my outlook on life. So, basically up until I met you, I was a mean person. I'd kick someone in the shin just for looking at me. I was even mean to you..."

Ryo protested. "You were never mean to me!" he said. And in his mind, he was being truthful.

She shook her head. "Yes, I was. You may not remember, but we met before the ball..."

"Forget? How could I? I thought you didn't remember!" But then he took a more serious tone. "I could never forget your eyes, after seeing them for the first time."

She sighed again. "You're sweet, but you're lying." He hadn't really been lying, but he didn't wan't to delay her story any more.

"Anyway, a few days ago, my dad came back. And he expected me to still love him. And what's worse, he expected forgiveness. I didn't know what to do but to tell him to go to hell, which is exactly what I did."

Ryo wanted to tell her that he wanted to break her father's nose, which he did, but he wanted to let her continue.

"So, I ran away and came here. I'm sorry that I didn't know it was three AM, though."

"Don't be!" he said, suddenly cheerful. "I'm glad you came. I'd much rather have you here, where we can be together all the time."

Rika smiled, but started to cry again. Ryo layed down on his back, and Rika followed suite. He put his arms around her. "You're so pretty when you cry."

She laughed. "What? You are. Well, you're pretty all the time, but... I give up..." She laughed again, and kissed him on the cheek.

And then... They just lay there, Ryo stroking Rika's hair.

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After a while, they got up. "Thanks, Ryo... I needed that." He nodded.

"Anytime, pumpkin."

She smiled. "And you know what? I don't feel like wearing this stupid hairstyle anymore." She let her hair down.

Ryo stared at her, smiling. "You know what we need?"

"What do we need?"

"Some music."

He clapped his hands, and his stereo came on, playing the song "Wake me up when September ends" by GreenDay.

"Summer has come and passed; the innocent can never last. Wake me up, when September ends.

Like my father, it's come to pass: seven years has gone so fast. Wake me up, when September ends.

Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars. Drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are.

As my memory rests, but never forgets what I lost. Wake me up, when September ends.

Summer has come and passed. The innocent can never last. Wake me up, when September ends.

Ring out the bells again, like we did when Spring began. Wake me up, when September ends.

Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars. Drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are.

As my memory rests, but never forgets what I lost. Wake me up, when September ends.

Summer has come and past. The innocent can never last. Wake me up, when September ends.

Like my father, it's come to pass: twenty year has gone so fast. Wake me up, when September ends.

Wake me up, when September ends. Wake me up, when September ends."

They both sat. They loved the song, but it gave off such a somber vibe that it was definitely a song to listen to if you were down. "And now," Ryo said, "A change of mood."

He pressed a button on his remote three times, and it started playing a song that Rika knew by heart. Ryo's song to her.

"She's a rebel

She's a saint

She's salt of the earth

And she's dangerous

She's a rebel

Vigilante

Missing link on the brink

Of destruction

From Chicago to Toronto

She's the one that they

Call old whatsername

She's the symbol

of resistance

and she's holding on my

heart like a hand grenade

Is she dreaming

what I'm thinking

is she the mother of all bombs

gonna detonate

Is she trouble

like I'm trouble

make it a double

twist of fate

or a melody that she

Sings the revolution

the dawning of our lives

she brings the liberation

that I just can't define

well, nothing comes to mind

She's a rebel

She's a saint

She's salt of the earth

And she's dangerous

She's a rebel

Vigilante

Missing link on the brink

Of destruction

She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, And she's dangerous

She's a rebel, She's a rebel, She's a rebel, And she's dangerous."

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During the song, they both became inexplicably happy. Rika got up and started doing the cutest thing Ryo had ever seen: She smiled and did the mokey. "C'mon, Ryo!" She grabbed him by the hand and they danced the happiest, craziest dance of their lives.

Eventually, Ryo put "She's a rebel" on repeat, and they jumped on his queen-sized four-poter bed, laughing their heads off.

They got so tired after a while that their legs collapsed from under them. They were breathing so hard that they could hear each other's heartbeats. "That... Was... the most... fun I've ever had!(deep breaths)" Rika said, panting like a dog.

"Me... Too!(deep breaths)"

For a while, they just stared at each other in a comfortable silence. And then, Ryo Akiyama did the craziest thing he had ever done: He jumped on top of Rika and started tickling her. Between bouts of hysterical laughter, she managed to scream "Ryo... Hahaha! Stop... Hahahaha..."

He kept on keeping on, tickling her sides and her neck. "Dammit... Stop!" she threw him off, still laughing. "Two can play at this game!"

She tickled him this time, but he "fought" back. They tickled each other, in a laughing heap that was 50 happiness and 50 flesh. After a while, both their arms felt like lead, and they withdrew, faces inches from each other.

Now it was Rika's turn to do the craziest thing ever: She kissed Ryo, but this time, her tongue parted his lips, and her's started a wrestling match with his tongue(this is the grossest thing I've ever had to write, but if it's for my fans...). She withdrew after a second or two.

Neither of them were blushing, they were just smiling at each other. "You know," Ryo said, "You're the craziest girl that I've ever met... And, surprisingly, it only makes me like you more."

She laughed her wonderful laugh.

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Author's Notes- Now, this chapter is more my style. Not really outright mushiness, but subtle mushiness while still setting the stage for love. Capter 5 was a great transition, though. Konnichiwa, bitches!