a/n: Hi guys, I'm back from my little "vacation." I'm sorry for not updating this story for two months, I just really needed to take a break from fanfiction. With school becoming a little hectic, and taking some time to work on my original stories for fiction press, I just couldn't find time to update.

Anyway, this chapter is hella stupid and extremely disappointing. Basically, this shit is just filler until I can finally get back into writing this story again. Honestly, nothing in the chapter will make sense, and it'll leave you thinking, "What the fuck is this? This is bullshit!" Yeah, I know, it's that disappointing, sorry.

By the way, this chapter was written on a high amount of caffeine intake, and inspired by various sessions of Lil' Crazed's blogtv broadcasts... oh, and an Albert Posis video. Also, please check out my new story Midnight. It's just a short prologue to a story that I may or may not being doing later this year. Still deciding on keeping to scrapping the prologue. Please review it and give me your thoughts on it.

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. Therefore, that implies that I don't own lyrics, sites, shows, etc. mentioned in this fanfic. Like, for real.

No Scrubs

After the rather uncomfortablemeeting with the other former digidestined, Davis and TK departed from the group to head back to Davis's to his apartment. Accusing TK that it was partially his fault, Davis had guilt tripped him into helping figure out how they were going to get through the predicament that Davis had put himself in. He had said that he wouldn't have had to tell another lie if it weren't for TK forcing the meeting on him. Though he knew the blond wasn't really all that much to blame, he figured he'd need all the help he could get.

Upon entering the apartment, DemiVeemon suddenly came skidding across the wooden floor. Lazing about in the front of the tv just moments ago, the little blue creature quickly scrambled to greet the two boys. Seeing the brown paper bag in Davis's hands, the digimon immediately began to question the contents of it and if it were for him. Greedy paws vainly attempting to snatch the bag from his partner's hand, only calming down a bit when he was told it wasn't candy.

"Whoa! Slow your roll, Vee," Davis exclaimed, "its just udon."

"Oh..." he pouted before his face brightened up again, "can I have it anyway?"

"Sure," he replied, setting the container in front of him.

Leaving the digimon to his noodles, Davis and TK moved to settle in Davis's room. It wasn't long until an idea had popped into in the burgundy haired boy's head, only to scrap it seconds later. The two teenagers had ended up spending a good hour before calling it quits, both coming to the conclusion that Davis had no way out of this without telling the truth. Of course they had thought of all the possible solutions, but each one of them had required more lying. They knew that if they added more to the lie, it would only result in a bigger mess. Davis repeatedly cursed himself for being so stupid; if only he had the courage to tell the truth in the first place. Though there was nothing they could do about it now, everything had already been said and done. Both knew that he would be labeled as a liar after he came clean, losing any trust he gained from Kari and the others.

"Oh, fuck me!"

The blond across from him shot him a perplexed look before both boys burst into laughter at Davis's choice of words.

"So, should I add sexual frustration to the list too?" TK joked.

"Ha ha, very funny, T-Ga-"

You have one new message!

"Hold up," Davis spoke before looking at his phone.

Message from Tek to Ayo, Nov 20, 4:32p.m.

Eh, we're on blogtv right now. Come co-host.

Staring at his laptop, Davis contemplated on whether to broadcast or not. In the three and a half months had been in Japan, he'd only been able to make just a few video calls to his friends in America. Going on blogtv would be a good opportunity to catch up with them, and even introduce them to TK. Davis weighed out the pros and cons some more before coming to the final decision of going live. He looked to his friend that was currently perched up on his window sill.

"Eh, Teeks, you wanna put on a show?"

I don't want your number (no)
I don't wanna give you mine and (no)
I don't wanna meet you nowhere (no)
Don't want none of your time and (no)

The two teens were seen dancing awkwardly around the room, all the while lip syncing to "No Scrubs." Hundreds of comments poured in as the boys made fools of themselves on a live broadcast, the other two hosts of show laughing hysterically. As TK continued to dance in the background, Davis used a lint-roller as a makeshift microphone to belt out the chorus.

"OH! I DON'T WANT NO SCRUB...!"

After being on for a little over an hour, J had thought it would be a fun idea to hold contest. He suggested that they lip sync a song, in which the audience would be the judges. The winners would receive the privilege of 'decorating' the 'bare losers' at Paint Academy. Tek and J had been the first to go, mouthing the words to "Take You Down" while dancing quite 'provocatively.' The performance proved to be very entertaining, but still seemed to fall short on the show that Davis and TK were currently putting on.

I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Tryin' to holla at me

Oddly shaking their hips and wagging their fingers, the boys continued to 'dance,' completely oblivious to the song being over. It wasn't until Tek and J's booming laughter came flowing loudly through the speakers, endless pings of incoming comments becoming audible. The incessant flailing around came to a sudden stop, signifying that show was over. A dark red blush began to creep on both TK and Davis's faces as they sat down, embarrassed at just how into the song they had gotten. Various jokes were being made at their expense, hearing quite a few cheers from J to continue on.

"Damn, that shit was hilarious,"Tek said as he tried to contain his laughter, "J, you record that?"

Turning to Davis, TK couldn't help but let a daunting look come upon his face.

"You do realize that we're screwed if Tai and Matt see that, right?" he asked.

The burgundy haired boy was about to reply before giving the statement a little more thought. It was true, if the older counterparts saw even a short glimpse of what they just did, the jokes and embarrassment would be never ending. Davis could already feel the humiliation being to haunt him, only becoming at ease again when he made the revelation that they most likely wouldn't attend Paint Academy. They wouldn't be able to see embarrassing task that he and TK would possibly have to perform at PA, saving them some public humiliation. Sighing, he told the blond not to worry. If he had anything to do with it, he would make damn sure that Tek and J never show the footage to anyone.

"Oh, and will you look at that?" the two heard J say, "Looks like me and Tek are the winners."

Davis immediately exclaimed a few choice words from earlier.

"Fuck me!"

a/n: Like, for real, I was the one who wrote this and I can't even comprehend how much bullshit there is in this. Damn, this chapter was horrible. I don't blame any of you who take off alerts for this story because of this chapter... god, this shit is horrible.

If you're wondering why Tek and J's dialogues are in italics, that's because it just signifies that they're not actually there with Teeks and Davis, but you know.

Anyway... I'ma go cry in my little emo corner from the shame that this chapter has brought upon me.