"KOUSHIRO. WAKE. UP. KOUSHIRO. WAKE. UP." The alarm clocked "screamed" and ordered. Koushiro yawned tiredly and was about to press the switch to "off" when someone did it for him. He looked up at a smiling face.

Taichi's smiling face. Actually, Taichi's grinning face.

"Hey Koushiro! Good morning!" Taichi greeted with a very wide smile. Koushiro rubbed his eyes a bit and smiled tiredly at him. "Good morning." He scratched his head and looked around his room… and saw Yamato, sitting on his computer chair, reading a magazine.

But Koushiro felt as if something wasn't right. He looked around and found out: The computer was on; He may be found out! But he could do nothing else except stare at the open computer screen.

Taichi read his mind, though not exactly, and smiled a bit. "Don't worry dude," Taichi said, "I didn't touch your computer."

Koushiro shook his head, "Then why…?"

Yamato, without looking up from his magazine, replied, "You forgot to turn it off. We figured that you were into some serious work so we didn't touch it for you."

Koushiro sighed a sigh of relief. That was really close.

But his thoughts were shattered when Taichi started,

"So we called Miyako to help you with what you were doing there, in your computer. She agreed, of course. There's nothing that you can do that she can't do, right, buddy?" Taichi winked. Koushiro managed a small smile.

"Actually… Taichi… um… I'd prefer her not to help. It's something that I can do myself. I'm afraid that you'll have to…tell her that I don't need her help." Koushiro stuttered.

Taichi frowned a bit, "But… Koushiro, what is it that you're doing?"

Koushiro didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Luckily, or rather unluckily, Yamato said, "Well, Koushiro, that's a bit unfortunate 'cause…um… we called Mimi to take you to the mall today. You know, to get your mind off the computer for awhile."

"I thought that there was a test next week?" Koushiro asked uncertainly. Taichi grinned. "That's the best part," he said. Yamato sighed wearily as he continued, "Mr. Hirohata (go with me, people), our teacher (he explained it to you himself, see?), got sick with the colds or something. It's not that bad but," Yamato rolled his eyes,

"You know him, always making a mountain out of a molehill. So he postponed our test, two weeks after."

Koushiro smiled a big smile. "That's an awfully long time for us to review, isn't it? I can quickly catch up with the lessons I've missed."

Taichi grinned and patted Koushiro's back. "Don't worry," he said as he winked, "You haven't missed a lot of things anyway."

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Koushiro sighed as he buttoned his orange polo. He was currently wearing olive-green shorts and purple sneakers. Not quite fashionable for the girl he was meeting up with today, but this was currently the best that he could think of. Sure, it might be something like what he wore to the summer camp back five years ago, but…

"I don't quite have to worry about my clothes right now," Koushiro said as he sighed, yet again. He wasn't thinking of that day with Mimi…he was thinking about the work he was doing right now.

"It's really nice of Taichi to give me a day in which I won't work… but, I seriously have to finish this." He said as he closed his "un-folded" laptop. Luckily, he had copied the file from his computer to his laptop, which would be quite convenient, by the way.

But… he didn't know if he even did have time to finish that little project he was doing. "I hope that there wouldn't be that much to shop in the stores today, so I can finish this thing early…" He frowned after he said this. He then leaned forward and knocked on his wooden desk, three times.

He forgot to remember a VERY important detail: Mimi wouldn't like it if there weren't any good things to buy. As in, NOT LIKE IT.

"I hope that this day goes by quickly," he sighed some more as he placed his closed lap-top in the lap-top bag (go with me people… again). After that, he adjusted his collar for the umpteenth time, grabbed the laptop bag, combed his hair with his fingers, and went downstairs to start an adventure…

Once again, please review nicely. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated… though… not that much!