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A/N : Yes, I'm putting my OC in this. Yes, I may ship her with someone later on. No, she's not a Mary Sue. (God no, I'd have hated myself for that.) Please don't flame me. It's not like Digimon Frontier has a sequel season, and no ships have become canon. It's fair game, guys. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
"Kanbara, heads up!” Oh shoot. Takuya quickly managed to gain possession of the ball, running to land it in the goal. Come on come on come on…. YES. The ball sailed past the goalie, right to his left. Perfect. It kissed the net and landed softly on the turf. Cheers roared from the home side of the field, while groans percolated from the rival side. One loud scream erupted that hit Takuya’s ears the most.
“YEAH, TAKUYA!!!! THAT’S MY BIG BRO!” Shinya’s cheers were bright and full of energy. Takuya grinned at him, and glanced at the enemy captain, who was gawking at him. He smirked. That’s right, buddy. You're in my turf now.
It couldn't be any more impossible to study right now…… Could those stupid seniors turn their music DOWN? Kouji glared from the window to his Biology textbook. Do they really have such little respect for their neighbors? Sigh. Why exactly was moving to America a good idea? He stepped off his bed and walked to the window.
Football players were chugging from red Solo cups. Attractive young girls with long legs and rosy lips danced on them. Some stay by the snacks, and Kouji couldn't help but wonder if JP would have done that. Sure, JP went to the gym and all, but Kouji knew that his friend would sneak a cheat day in if he could. The music was obnoxiously loud, and it wasn't even a good song. Then again, most of the music wasn't to his own taste anyway, but at the same time, it wouldn't kill these kids to turn it down. It gave him tinnitus just listening to it from his house.
Kouji turned away and looked at the open textbook on his bed. Ugh…… Ecology…. Indeed, to him it was a rather dull unit. Perhaps it may have been better had he went to Takuya’s soccer game… But no matter how many times he asked, his father said no. “You need to study,” he had said, “your last quiz was terrible, you usually do so well. Study.” Kouji rolled his eyes as he remembered. Yeah, you try staying up all night finishing a damn History project you were only given a day to do. You'd be too tired to take a quiz too. This test will be easy as hell. Hm. I wonder what Kouichi’s up to. Kouji sighed and closed the textbook. At least he had a couple hours of peace before that party started. Looks like I'm done for the day.
He paused.
….Damn it, it was only a B…..
Tommy sat on the bench and checked his phone. Still nothing from anyone. Ah well. They're busy. He looked up at the clouds and smiled softly. It was a lovely day, and birds were flapping lazily across the sky. The sun was warm and inviting. Who knew a Sunday could be so perfect? He breathed in the sweet breeze that gently blew across his face. It picked up strands of his hair and caressed his very form. It was days like this that made him feel like a total hippie, but nonetheless refreshed.
His phone finally buzzed. It was Kouji, informing him that he just finished studying for a Bio test. Geez, the thought of high school made him wince. Bigger school, lots of people, harder classes, no designated time to go to his locker…. Not enough time…. He would see JP walk to school with his backpack loaded, but he didn't bother to use his locker. Takuya did, but he was always late to math. Kouji had told Takuya countless times to have his stuff in his arms when he went to his locker, Tommy recalled. But it wasn't like Takuya listened.
He sighed and texted back. “Good luck with that. What are you doing now?”
Buzz.
Just visiting my brother. How’d Takuya’s game go?
“Victorious! He won!”
Oh, cool. Congrats to him. He wasn't texting me like usual. He's probably mad. I told him Dad wouldn't let me go anywhere until I finished studying.
“I dunno. He didn't text me either. Nobody did until you finally responded… Haha”
Funny. Saying I have no life?
“Well no. Clearly textbooks are your life.
If only I could say that's not true. Sigh. Anyways, I'm at Kouichi’s house. Have fun doing…. Whatever it is you're doing. Geez, his friend could text quickly with that phone of his. He didn't even have a full keyboard.
“Just enjoying the breeze. Tell your brother I said hello!”
Will do.
Tommy put his phone away. He then curled up on the bench and fell asleep in the warm sunshine.
Ow!!!!! Zoe burned her finger again on her curling iron. Oops. Goodness, why did she even agree to go on a date with this guy? And it's not even anywhere nice. Just a night out at the mall. She figured looking pretty was the best option here. But she was nervous. She barely knew this guy from football games, where she was cheerleading and he was the quarterback. She thought soccer was football, but apparently that's an anywhere-but-America thing. Whatever. She was going to have fun, no matter what,
But nobody in the Digi gang wanted her dating him. Kouji had given her a look when she told him, but he shrugged. Takuya wanted every last detail about the guy. Tommy shook his head, telling her she shouldn't date a guy she didn't even know. Kouichi had told her she didn't have to pity him by saying yes, but she knew he was joking. ….Right?
The one who took the hardest hit was JP. He was visibly upset when Zoe told him she was going on a date. But the thing was, she knew he was trying his best to hold it back and look happy for her. All he succeeded in doing was giving her an awkward grimace.
She sighed and checked her nails. Her manicure was still pristine. Zoe, really. Was a mani necessary for one date? One small, insignificant date at the mall? Could I be any more looking-like-I'm-trying-too-hard? One last curl in her hair, and she was done. Ah, belissima! She did admit that although she overdid it, she looked really nice.
Ding-ding-dong… The doorbell sent a jolt through her heart. That scared the crap out of her. She went out the door and down the stairs to meet her date. Okay, Stephen, okay. Calm the hell down.
One more set of bicep curls, and I'm done. God, I'm glad I didn't go to that stupid party. JP stretched his arms and started the set again, pacing his breathing and going slow. He was proud of the work he had been doing. Not only did he succeed in cutting down the amount of food he ate, but he went to the gym on a constant schedule. He felt so much happier with each pound he had shed. But he thought that each pound he lost was a pound closer to...
Zoe had told him Friday about her date. It seemed to take a pin and burst his bubble. It took an arrow and cut the string that was holding his heart up. He was happy for her, sure. But all this work he was doing to impress her was for naught. It seemed that no matter what JP did, he would never be good enough for her. Last bicep curl… And done. I'm exhausted. He did some stretches, took his towel, sipped his water, and headed to the locker room.
I guess I'm due for a bar of chocolate. I earned it. As he showered and changed, all he could think about was Zoe. Zoe Zoe Zoe. Was she really the only thing on his mind? She never even batted an eyelash for him, why is he even bothering? Zoe only ever seemed to show an interest in Takuya and Kouji. Figured. She and Takuya had a friendly rivalry. He was such a hotshot. Kouji was the silent knight who knew how to fight with a frickin’ pole. Big deal. JP was close friends with them, but it was recollections of Zoe clinging to the two of them all those years that made his blood boil. I'm the one who lo---- whoa. Take a chill pill. No you don't. Not if she doesn't feel that way too. He changed into his regular clothes.
Why the hell do I do this for her? I should be doing this for me.
“What? But a B isn't that bad though!” Kouichi shook his head.
“Tell Dad that,” Kouji grumbled, “you're the one who's living with Mom.”
“Yeah, but it's not all it's cut out to be.” Kouichi took a plum out of the fruit basket on the counter. “Mom has her fair share of issues too. The only reason she doesn't yell at me for getting a B is because she knows that I'm bad at math.”
“How are you my brother?”
“Um, excuse me? How are you my brother? What's so bad about History?” Kouji stuck his tongue out.
“It's a snooze-fest. (A/N: Wow, excuse you.) That's the ideal period for a nap
.” Kouichi face-palmed.
“You have an A though.”
“Minus.”
“Whatever. It's an honors course.”
“One that everyone is taking to look all special for college. And it doesn't mean that I like History. There's nothing to it. That's why I like math and science.” He smirked. “I'm itching to take Chemistry.”
“Nerd,” Kouichi taunted. Kouji blew a raspberry at his elder brother.
“Says the History buff. Let's not even start with the books I catch you reading.”
“What? It's The Scarlet Letter. It's a classic.”
“Classically dull. It would be decent if the author would stop going on and on and
on….” Kouichi shrugged.
“Valid point, Hawthorne loves to elaborate.” He sat there for a moment. “....How exactly did you get a B on that quiz?”
“I pulled an all-nighter on that stupid project, that's how. I hated that thing. Anyway, what's up with you?”
“Well, aside from grades……. I got a crush on someone.” Kouji jokingly grabbed a textbook from his brother’s desk.
“Do I have to bash her head in? Who is she?” Kouichi rolled his eyes.
“No. She's in my English class. Brown hair, blue eyes….. Wow.”
“Name?”
“Miranda. She's from England.”
“Wow. I know you like tea, but seriously.” Kouichi rolled his eyes again.
“Ha-ha. Funny. But she's just so…… Wow.”
“Is that seriously the only thing you can say?”
“Look for yourself! She's hot.”
“And that's all you see?”
“No! She's smart, she reads as much as I do….” It was Kouji’s turn to roll his eyes.
“And yet the only way you can describe her is to say ‘wow’...”
“Like I said, you'd have to look for yourself to understand.”
“There's no way she could be that perfect.”
“There is!!!” Kouji face-palmed.
“You are such a hopeless romantic.” They sat there in silence. Kouichi contemplated the conversation. Perhaps it was the fact that his brother never dated, but he knew for a fact that Kouji shouldn't be speaking like that. But he knew also that he was a hopeless romantic. But Miranda was different. (A/N: Miranda is not my OC.) She was so nice to him….. Helped him if and when he needed help……. Yeah, he could say they were friends. He felt that he could ask her out soon, but of course Kouichi wanted to run it by everyone.
But……… They'd have to get to know her first.
“Tara! Vi er på vei ut! (Tara! We’re headed out!)” Great, Tara thought, Like I wanted to go to this thing anyway. She knows I don't like social gatherings like these, right? Tara made sure that she was nice and presentable. All this family stuff before her mom got married. Joy…….. She looked in the mirror at the raven black hair that trailed past her shoulders and hung at her waist. Soon enough, it would be curled and about four inches shorter. She took off her glasses and grabbed her contacts case, as she reluctantly stuck one lens in the right and one lens in the left.
Her eyes watered, but she was still okay. She just had to get used to it, is all. Just one more week, and she wouldn't have to be around all these people anymore. She could hang out with Colleen and Patrycja, study, and practice the ukulele to her heart’s content. When her baby blue eyes cleared, she gave her reflection a small smile and walked to the stairs, her heels clacking against the wooden floor. There were her mother and father, Editha and Hotaka. Her father gave her a warm smile, one so full of love…. No way could she be mad at him for making her go to this. Nor should she be mad at her mother. Tara glanced at her brother Edgard as well. His blue eyes twinkled behind the frame of blonde hair, making him look so similar to their mother.
“Well…. I guess we’re going.” Edgard nodded at her.
“Yep. Off we go.”
The car ride was quiet except for the music on the radio. Tara wanted so badly to take a nap, but she would mess up her dress. What a drag it was. She checked her phone, to see if anyone texted her about the Bio homework……. And put it away in her small purse, knowing there were no messages. Still. She just had to figure out how exactly she wanted her hair curled so that she was ready for the wedding rehearsal.
….She would rather be playing the ukulele right now.
2/28/16