Okay, credits for the song lyrics in this chapter go the The Zac Brown Band. My country girl side shows through in this in that song. I was listening to the song while writing this chapter and it kind of incorporated itself in without my permission. Although, it is a very happy, upbeat song so it really fits Daisuke, and I can see him humming it while walking along the road. For those of you who like/don't mind country song I'd suggest listening to it. On a sidenote, it is sang by the same band that wrote Colder Weather, which I based a oneshot one.

I do not own Digimon :'(

Chapter 2: Skipping Class

The first time he heard it it was irate and loud, a terrifying screech that knocked him backwards out of his chair and onto the cold, hard cafeteria floor. "Davis!" Kari yelled, every ounce of her frustration poured into that single word.

Landing with a thud, it took the brunette a moment to reorient himself and sit up. Rubbing the back of his head and looking up, hurt, at the girl who used to be the object of his affections, he asked, "What was that for Kari?"

"You deserved it," she shot back, only slightly less angry than before. "I only had to call you fourteen times before answered; and yes, I counted how many times."

Now looking quite sheepish, he said, "Oh, sorry," and climbed back up into his chair, continuing to play with his only half eaten meal. "What were you saying?"

Sighing, the girl repeated, "I was saying how TK, Cody, and I were going to the park after school today so our digimon could play. Yolei will show up later, as well. Are you and Ken going to come?"

He almost chuckled at how Ken was included with him, like all he had to do was say 'yes' and the bluenette would come running. Looking back on it, that had kind of been the case; it was hard to find one without the other, unless they were in school. They did everything together, which only made it that much worse for Davis when he realized he might not get to spend time with Ken again. "I don't think so," he replied.

"Is something wrong?" TK asked, leaning forward on the table a bit. "You have been acting strange today, and you haven't even finished your food yet. Did you and Ken get in some kind of fight?" the blonde inquired.

"Something like that…" Davis replied, trailing off at the end.

To everyone's surprise, TK chuckled a little. "Hey, don't worry about it man. You should have seen Tai and Matt when they fought. Gods, my brother wouldn't talk for a week. And he'd mope around a bunch. But he always made sure to make up with Tai in the end. They supported each other. It's the same with you and Ken. Just make sure he knows you're still there as his friend and it should resolve itself quickly," he said, chuckling a bit more as he sat back. Taking in TK's words, Davis was completely silent until the end of lunch.

Looking at the clock, he sighed when he realized they still had three hours before school was out. It was only noon, and he couldn't see Ken until around three-thirty, with the subway ride and all. It was then that it hit him, and he stood so fast that his chair fell over backwards. There was no way Ken's dad would let him see his son, and Ken's school got out an hour earlier than Davis' did. He would not have the time to meet Ken if he waited for school. "I'm not feeling well," he said in obvious lie, grabbing his bag and running at full speed out of the cafeteria.

He hadn't really thought it out very well, for he arrived at Ken's school at twelve-twenty-seven, a full hour and a half before it got out. He couldn't just walk in to such a prestigious school, and if he did it would probably embarrass Ken to no end, but there was nothing outside for him to do. Pacing got boring after a very short while, there was no one to play soccer with or even a ball he could play with, and watching the clouds entertained him for only a minute. Looking at his cell phone, the cinnamon-brunette sighed when he learned only fifteen minutes had passed.

Sitting back in the shade against a tree on the sidewalk, he steeled himself for the long wait. But Ken is worth it, he told himself. I want to be his friend still. I will be content just being allowed to stay by his side, as much as I would like to be with him. I need to tell him this.

Another fifteen minutes crawled by slowly, Davis distracting his mind by following a trail of ants with his eyes. They were carrying back pieces of leaves and grass, and some were banding together to carry a larger bug. "Just like us," Davis mumbled, completely entranced by the small creature's perfect coordination. "We held each other up, helped each other. And, together, we managed to save the digital world. So small, but when we worked together we could do so much more. Alone, we wouldn't have made it."

About ten minutes before the departure bell rang Davis remembered his DS was in his bag, but by that time he wasn't interested in playing it. He was figuring out what to do if Ken told him straight out that he wanted nothing to do with him anymore. It would be hard, but he told himself he would respect Ken's wishes and not approach him, that he would smile like everything was okay and slowly, very slowly, get over the younger boy. Sighing again, he also realized it wouldn't be that easy.

The bell could be heard even outside, and it caused Davis to jump. Scrambling to his feet quickly, he tightened his grip on his backpack strap to contain his nervousness. One… two… three… four… He started counting the seconds until the doors opened. The first kids out were not ones he recognized, and they stared at him strangely as they shuffled passed. One… two… three… four… He started counting again, anything to take his mind off the problems at hand. At some point he started timing his breathing with the numbers in his head, pulling his attention farther from the bluenette he was waiting for.

"Davis?" a small voice asked after several seconds of debating on whether he should just scurry away too. The older boy's head shot up, Davis having not even noticed that he was looking at the ground then. "What are you doing here?"

"Ah, uh, well," he started, nervously wringing his hands behind his back, looking around as other students filtered around them. Motioning in the direction of Ken's house, they started walking in that direction. "I… I left last night kind of abruptly, before I could get an answer from you," he said, the words flowing a lot easier than he thought they would. It's because Ken was willing to come talk to me, he told himself. "If possible I—"

"I'm not sure," Ken started just as Davis started talking again, accidentally cutting him off. "Sorry. Look, I don't really know what I feel for you. I like you, you are a really good friend, but love? Davis, are you absolutely sure that's what you feel?"

"Yeah, I love you," Davis said, an underlying tone of passion in his words. "I didn't say anything until I was absolutely sure, but I thought about it a lot. And when I kissed you, it may have been small but I really felt it here," he continued, placing a hand over his chest. "Ah, speaking of that, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just kissed you like that."

Stopping, Ken diverted his gaze to the ground away from his friend. "I don't know, Davis," he said again. "I don't want to lose you because you are my best friend, but…"

"Don't worry about it," Davis cheered, acting more like himself than he had since the night before. "I'm happy just being a friend. Since I'm in love with you I figured you had the right to know. That way you can tell me when I'm getting too close for comfort, and such."

Smiling back at Davis' ridiculous grin, he said, "Alright."

"Take all the time you need to figure out what you think of me," Davis continued, resisting the urge to lay a hand on Ken's shoulder. "I'll back off and be all ears once you figure it out."

Unable to prevent the new smile from touching his lips, Ken chuckled, "Thank you Davis. You should start heading back home, though. Mom and Dad are still completely enraged by what you did."

Watching the boy wave and run in the opposite direction, Ken couldn't help but sigh in relief at the event. Davis' declaration had shocked him, but that didn't mean he wanted to lose the boy that taught him how to be himself. He would really have to think over his own feelings, now. He couldn't leave Davis with what could very well be false hope for too long.

Davis had learned from that first day what time to get to Ken's school. Since he couldn't easily get out of the middle of class he skipped before sixth period started, taking his time getting to the subway instead of running. In a much better mood than the day before, he leaned against the tree again, closed his eyes, and started bobbing his head to the beat of a song he had stuck in his head. He was so engrossed in it that he didn't hear the bell or even the students leaving until someone laughed right in front of him. "K-Ken!" he yelped, almost tripping over a tree root.

"Was it that entertaining?" the bluenette asked, containing a chuckle behind his hand.

"Of course it was!" Davis retorted with mock indignance, his overly large grin revealing the lack of malice in his words. He almost slung an arm over Ken's shoulders but stopped halfway into the action, bringing the hand up to scratch the back of his head as a cover-up.

"So what were you thinking of?" the young genius asked, falling in stride next to the more enthusiastic twelve-year-old.

"A song I heard the other day," he replied, timing his steps to the beat of the song.

"What song?" Ken inquired, tilting his head to side a bit in curiousity.

"Knee Deep," Davis answered, whistling along with the tune in his head as he climbed up a concrete wall next to the sidewalk and started walking along the top.

Ken didn't speak for a minute, but when he did Davis almost fell. "Sing it," he said.

Barely regaining his balance, he looked down at the bluenette incredulously, blinking a couple times in confusion before asking, "What!"

"I said sing it," Ken repeated, stopping.

"No way! I suck at singing!" Davis retorted.

"Come on, Davis. I haven't heard it before!" Ken insisted.

Davis stalled for a moment, torn between purposely making a fool out of himself and complying to Ken's request. "Fine…" he said after a moment. Taking a deep breath, he started the chorus, "'Cause now I'm knee deep in the water somewhere, got the blue sky breeze blowing wind through my hair, only worry in the world is the tide gonna reach my chair. Sunrise, there's a fire in the sky, never been so happy, never been so high, and I think I might have found me my own kind of paradise."

Ken paused for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You really do suck at singing," he agreed.

"Hey! You insisted I sing it!" Davis shot, trying his hardest to not laugh at his pathetic singing as well.

"Yeah, I know," Ken stated, coming out of his laughing fit. "But that doesn't change the fact you do. Sounds like a good song so long as you don't sing it, though."

"Oh, that's enough out of you," Davis shouted, jumping down from the wall and grabbing Ken by the shoulders to shake him.

The bluenette was confused at first when Davis suddenly jumped back. Right, he said he'd back off, Ken remembered. "It's okay, Davis," he said, smiling and patting the brunette's back. "But we are getting close to my house, so you should head back now."

"I'll see you tomorrow then!" Davis cheered, waving and running off.

"Ah…" Ken uttered, remembering just as the older preteen was running off that he was going to ask how he managed to get to his school before it let out. "Oh, well. I'll just ask tomorrow," he told himself, walking the rest of the way alone.

Both Thursday and Friday Davis met up with Ken right after the latter's school let out. Saturday and Sunday weren't as great, though, the bluenette's dad keeping strict tabs on where his son was going. Davis had been warned about this Friday before he ran off (again before Ken could think to ask how he got there so early), so the brunette wasn't too surprised when Ken didn't show up. Smiling at the fact he was able to stay friends with the boy, he just casually walked back home. It was only a short time until Monday and then he could see Ken again.

Unbeknownst to him, the short bliss they were in was going to get broken.

Arriving at Ken's school like he had the previous week, he waited for the school bell to ring. The instant it rang Davis ran to the gates, looking for the younger boy's blue head. "Ken!" he yelled, waving excitedly at the chuckling soccer star. A few other students looked at them kind of strangely, but Ken just brushed off the looks and ran to his best friend.

"Must you always be so loud?" he joked, falling into step with the other soccer player like usual.

"Of course!" Davis cheered, being loud just to accentuate his point.

"Ken!" a very angered voice yelled, causing both boys to jump. Turning quickly, they both saw the younger boy's father slam the car door behind himself and stalk over to them. Grabbing Ken's arm harshly, he yanked his son away from the other boy and growled, "I thought I told you to not go near him anymore! You don't need his bad influence rubbing off on you!" Shoving the boy in the cars the direction, he added, "Get in!" Turning on Davis, he snarled, "Leave my son alone."

Finding himself unable to move or say anything, Davis simply stood there as Ken was once again taken from him. His eyes met the bluenette's for a moment before Ken looked away and closed those beautiful, purple, porcelain orbs, but he couldn't figure out just what emotions were behind them.

It took him a good ten minutes before his legs would work again. And then all they'd do is let him fall to the pavement.

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