a/n: Sorry this took so long. After finals and finding out that I've failed more than two classes, I kinda just lost it. I thought that my life was over and that I was a complete disgrace and failure. After a while I got over it, realized that I could always make up the credits even if it takes longer for me to graduate. What made me realize that it wasn't so bad was the story of this 6 year-old Chinese orphan who is an HIV carrier. Google it for more info on that.

Anyway, after I realized that life will go on, I started to make a quick little... interlude chapter? (not really sure if I can call it an interlude) Just to give a little more info on who Davis has become and a sneak peak at who his friends in America were. They probably won't make an appearance until... quite a few chapters from now. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Digimon, it's characters, etc. in anyway, shape, or form. I do NOT own anything that is under copyright law that is mentioned in this fanfic. I also obviously do NOT own the lyrics used in this fanfic either unless stated otherwise. The credit of the lyrics used in this chapter goes to Shiny aka Justin Delacruz.

Sleepy Head

Body sprawled all over the bed, tangled into a mass of sheets and pillows, limbs hanging off the edge. His mouth open awkwardly, a bit of drool running down the side. Davis looked as if he had gotten caught up in a mini tornado. It was beyond anyone how he could sleep so comfortably in his current position. Then again, it was Davis, he could sleep soundly in any position and anywhere. After a long first week at school, he was currently unconscious in the "cyclone position." All week he had been dodging everyone and trying to keep his presence low-key, the stress wearing him out completely. Davis believed he deserved very much to sleep in this weekend, it was the only thing he had been looking forward to all week. Though unfortunately, it was about to be cut short.

'Cause I be thinkin' day by day 'bout where I would be...

The sudden music blaring loudly had rudely interrupted his sleep; he glanced at the clock before continuing to ignore the incoming call. Davis was obviously in no mood to talk at the moment, more or less even conscious enough to answer the call. Sighing in relief when the song stopped, he jolted up when it came back, seeming to be on full blast this time.

...if I'd be that Asian boy all up on Mtv

Ready to cuss out whoever was calling him at this hour, the ringing had suddenly ceased. Davis groaned in frustration, flipping over while muttering a few curses. It was way too early in the morning for this, especially on a Saturday. He figured that he would call the person back later, when he was fully awake and not ready to lash out at anyone threatening his sleep. But as usual, the universal was against, his phone off again only a minute later.

You have one new message!

Davis snapped at the sound of hearing the automated female voice notify that he had a new text. Angrily, he grabbed the phone off the nightstand, almost ripping the charger out of its socket. Who in their right mind would be calling him this early anyway? The only people who had his number were TK and his friends back home, both of which were either still asleep or in class. It didn't make sense for him to receive a call at this time. Davis was ready to call this person back and demand what was so important that it couldn't wait until later. Checking the message before calling back, he saw that it was from a friend in America.

Message from J, Sept 4, 5:08a.m.

You won't believe what I just found out! For real, you gotta get at me when you read this.

What could he possibly want to tell him at five in the morning? Then again, he probably didn't bother to figure out the time difference before suddenly deciding to call him for god knows what. Though he was still a bit pissed about his rude awakening, the text had sparked a little of Davis's interest. By the message, he assumed that his friend had good news. Maybe he and his other friends had been able to come up with the money to buy him a ticket home... no, that most likely wasn't it. Even though he was beginning to adjust to life in Japan, Davis still wished he could return to America.

Reply to J, Sept 4, 5:12a.m.

What is so goddamn important that you couldn't wait until later to tell me?

Davis laid back down as he waited for a reply. He looked out his window, noticing that it was still dark outside. It wasn't even sunrise and he was already wide awake. Glancing to his left, he saw DemiVeemon still fast asleep in his little pet bed. It wasn't long until his eyes traveled back to his phone, its screen lighting up, showing the newest text.

Message to Ayo from J, Sept 4, 5:16a.m.

You got in! You're gonna be in the show!

Message to J from Ayo, Sept 4, 5:16a.m.

The hell are you talking about?

Message to Ayo from J, Sept 4, 5:17a.m.

They're gonna showcase your work. You're gonna be in Paint Academy!

Message to J from Ayo, Sept 4, 5:18a.m.

You better not be messing with me. I swear to god I will kill you if you're lying.

Message to Ayo from J, Sept 4, 5:19a.m.

No lie. Tek just called me right now saying they're putting you in.

A wave of excitement began to flow through Davis, he couldn't believe this was happening. His artwork was going to be on display at one of the biggest traveling urban art exhibitions in the world. Out of over possibly thousands of others, he had been one of the select few chosen. He wasn't even able to describe what he was feeling at the moment. Happiness, shock, success, and confusion coursed through his body all at once. Then a sudden realization had hit him, he wouldn't be able to make the show. It would be held in late December and he wouldn't be back in America until January.

Message to J from Ayo, Sept 4, 5:24a.m.

I'm not gonna be able to make it.

Message to Ayo from J, Sept 4, 5:24a.m.

What? Why?

Message to J from Ayo, Sept 4, 5:25a.m.

I won't be home in time to go.

Message to Ayo from J, Sept 4, 5:26a.m.

Didn't you check the site? They changed the location for the winter showcase.

Wait, what? When did this happen? No one had bothered to tell Davis that they changed location for PA's December event. Prior to this, he thought it was still going to be held in either Los Angeles or Toronto. Walking over his charging laptop, he opened it up and went straight his browser. Typing the website in the search bar, he waited only a few seconds before the page was completely loaded. Davis's eyes went big at the sight of what was on the screen. There in large, red boldfaced letters was the new location of Paint Academy Winter 2010.

Message to J from Ayo, Sept 4, 5:31a.m.

Dude, no fucking way...

a/n: Okay, I know this chapter probably raised quite a few questions. I might as well give answers now since I'm typing this.

-Who is J?
He is the one of two of Davis's best friends from America.

-Who is Tek?
He is the other of the two of Davis's best friends from America.

-Who is Ayo?
Davis is Ayo, it is the nickname that he had taken on when he moved to America.

-Is California where Davis lived in America?
Yes, specifically LA.

-What is Paint Academy?
You'll find out later.