by Moonlit Eyes1x2x1
Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon nor do I own Ironic by Alanis Morissette
In the words of one, Alanis Morissette: "Isn't it ironic?" How you can be so in love, find that one, THE ONE, special person and finding out: A) His door don't swing your way, and B) one of your best friends is the love of his life. I've never been one with the gift of song but these particular lyrics leave me humming along anyway.
"It's like meeting the man of you dreams, and then meeting his beautiful wife."
I'm not one for American music, let alone taking the time to listen to the lyrics, but the chick knows what she's talking about. How sad, and again, so ironic how it matches me. God, I sound so corny. Like a bad soap opera or something.
"Onii-chan? You even know what she's saying?" Hikari said as she peeks into my room. I nod before sticking out my chest.
"I did get a B in Advanced English after all," I say rather proudly, aware that it was Mimi who helped me over the phone, as well as sending me things like American music and what not to help my understanding and my grade. Mimi, such a great friend, helping me with my problems included the Yamato issues. Maybe that's how me and her actually started being so close. I mean, she took one look at me during one of her visits to Japan and knew, right then and there, that I was gay. Of course she was pretty disappointed when I still refused to go shopping. The sound of giggling stopped my tangent from continuing just as Hikari cheerily asked a question.
"Are you going to Yamato's concert?" A simple question, requiring nothing more than a simple nod or shake or the head. Yet still, it pisses me off and ruins my good mood. Sure, I'd love to go! I mean, the chance of getting to watch that blond god sing with that very tasty voice, if I do say so myself, is defiantly something I'd wanna do. Then again, there is that other fact. You know, that fact that I'd rather be shot dead than have to watch another session of Yamato and Sora staring off into each other's eyes, practically crying out, "Oh, Yama!" "Oh, Sora!"
"Oh, bite me," oops, did I say that out loud? Hm, by the look of my sister's confused face, I did. "It's nothing."
"Oh, so are you?" She asks uncertainly. I sigh before nodding, after all I don't want Yamato to be hurt that his best friend missed his concert. I know, I know, truth is I really just wanna stare at his pert little ass the whole time, so sue me.
"Okay, so you won't mind paying for me and Takeru? Great! Be ready in a half hour, ne?" Before I can even protest my door's shut and the only sound is my CD. It's the same song, I wonder when I put it on repeat...
"And isn't it ironic... don't you think?
A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think..."