Okay, I'm writing this at about 3 am, so excuse me if this sucks major ass. But read anyway. I think it's okay . . . -_-;;



"Huh? 24!"

The teacher did not look impressed. "I suggest you pay more attention, Kamiya, if you intend on passing this class," he said sternly, tapping his desk with his pointer in annoyance.

I groaned, rubbing my neck where it cracked when my head shot up from my very rude awakening. "Yes, sir," I mumbled. Like I care. When in your life are you going to need to know the point of intersect on a negative slope?

I heard I small laugh to my right and I narrowed my eyes as I recognized it. "Matt, don't laugh! He woke me up, dammit!" I hissed when the teacher wasn't looking.

He just shook his head and, still chuckling, ripped a piece of paper from his notebook and started scribbling something. He folded it into a paper airplane and then, when the coast was clear, he threw it in my direction. It landed right in front of me on my desk. I growled inwardly. He's got good aim. I remembered last time I tried to throw one, and it landed on some girl's desk. It was asking how I should go about asking out a certain girl that I liked back then. Unfortunately, this particular girl was a friend of the girl I liked, and by noon it was all over the school. And by the end of that day, there were rumors flying about the girl and I having sex in the janitor's closet. Boy, that was a bad day. Anyway, I opened to airplane and read:

'Haha, it's not MY problem that you were up all night watching porno on TV. My advice to you is that you should try taking a nap before it starts, so you're already well rested for school the next day! That's the way I do it . . .'

I grin and turn in my seat a bit, giving him a thumbs up. He smiles back devilishly, and then he goes back to paying attention to the lesson while I . . . er . . . don't.

At lunch we meet up at our usual table with Sora, Joe, and Koushiro. Sora starts talking about an email she received from Mimi the night before, and how she's gonna start modeling for the GAP. I grinned despite myself, imagining Mimi jumping around in a GAP sweater like on the commercials. I snapped back to attention, however, when Matt cleared his throat obviously. We all turn to him, and takes a deep breath and says, "Guys, you know how my grandma is addicted to lottery tickets?"

We all nodded knowingly. Matt invited us once when he went with TK to his grandma's house and her kitchen table was scattered with them, and she sat at it for hours scratching at the little boxes. "Yeah, so?" prompted Sora.

"So . . . she finally won something."

"Really? That's amazing! It's about time," I exclaimed, and the others nodded and murmured in agreement.

But Matt wasn't done. "Yeah, well, she won . . . a lot. She's taking my family on a vacation."

I was shocked. I didn't want him to leave! While others smiled and said things like, "That's great, Matt!" and "No fair! I want a vacation!" I just said, "Good for you, Matt. I hope you have fun."

Sora gave me a questioning look, but I turned away. I had become pretty dependent on Matt the past few months. He's like my other half. I know this is only a vacation, but still . . .

"How long are you going for?" asked Joe.

"Umm, a month."

My eyes nearly popped right out of their sockets. A month? 31 days? How will I live? No one probably knows how important Matt is to me, not even Matt. When we were in the digital world, we learned so much about each other. We can read each other like books and finish each others' sentences. We both came out that god forsaken world with our first best friends. Since I already had a lot of friends, the rest probably thought it didn't affect me as much as it did Matt, but they were wrong.

Matt looked at me out of the corner of his eye, looking a bit concerned. "Tai, are you okay?"

I forced a bright smile. "Yeah! You had better send us postcards. Where and when are you going?"

"Uh, I'm going to the Bahamas . . . tonight. I got called down to the office in second period and my dad told me. I was real surprised."

Inwardly, I was shaking from the fear of being separated from Matt for so long, but I put on a good face. "You lucky bastard," I grinned. "Can you pack me in your suitcase?" My voice told everyone I was joking, but I could see myself being packed inside a small space like that just to be with Matt. He's like my brother. Damn, this is gonna be hard. I felt my eyes water, but I didn't let the tears flow. I won't, I can't. Not here, not now.

"Thanks, you guys," Matt was saying. "I'll miss you an awful lot. It's only a month, though, so I'll be back before you know it."

Before we know it . . . I stood up quickly. A few of them jumped from the sudden movement, and I heard Koushiro calling, "Hey, Tai, where are you going?" but I was already out the door.

Once in the boys bathroom, I kicked a stall in frustration. Why am I letting this affect me so much? It's not the end of the world . . . I mentally smacked myself for not being more 'supportive' for Matt. I leaned against the wall slid down so that I was sitting and groaned. I rubbed my eyes, which felt damp. Shit. I rubbed them more, trying to get rid of the dampness before anyone else came in. I sat there in silence for a while, mentally cursing for being such a baka. After a while I stood up and walked over to the mirror, and looked at myself. There I was, Taichi Kamiya, with that huge mass of brown gravity-defying hair and brown eyes, but with sorrow written all over my usually cheerful face. I turned the tap and splashed cold water my face. I dried it with a towel and sauntered over to the exit, pushing the door open and coming face-to-face with none other than Yamato Ishida.

"Hey, what's wrong? I was worried about you," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I forced a smile (I seem to be doing that a lot today, huh?) and said, "Yeah, sorry for the rushed exit, but I think the mystery meat finally got to me."

He cracked a smile, the one I love so much, and laughed. It was music to my ears.

"I'll miss you, though," I whispered, looking down.

He stopped laughing immediately and pulled me into a hug. "I will, too, you baka, but don't scare me like that! I thought something was seriously wrong."

Something is wrong, I thought, but found myself answering, "No, I'm fine, I just felt an urgent need to leave before I puked all over Sora's lunch. She'd kill me for that."

He pulled away and smiled at me again. "Heh, okay. Umm, you wanna come over after school and help me pack? I have no idea where my swim trunks are . . . and then you can come with me to the airport, if you want." Maybe I was hearing things, but I think he sounded fearfully hopeful, like if he was gonna cry if I didn't. So I smiled reassuringly and said, "Sure, I'll call my mom from your place."

"Great!" Matt's mood seemed to improve tremendously. "Well, lunch is almost over. I gotta go get my algebra homework from my locker. See you after school?"

"Yeah, see you!" And with that, he turned and walked away.

The rest of the day passed rather quickly, but I couldn't get my mind off Matt leaving. Remember the note that he gave me this morning? There's one thing he doesn't know about that porno. It was gay porno. Yes, that's right, Taichi Kamiya is a queer. At least he thinks he is, for he is currently contemplating his love for his best friend. Sounds like a bad soap opera, doesn't it? Ugh, I hope I don't go soft.

But it is true, though, I'm not sure if I'm actually in love with Matt. I know I have a very strong emotion towards him, but I might just be confusing a brotherly friendship with love and lust. I don't know. But I've got an entire month to think about that, don't I?

Don't think about that, I told myself.

I met Matt after school as agreed, and we set off to his apartment talking about nothing in particular, but contently. I found his swim trunks under his mattress (-_-;;) while Matt was digging all of his shorts and t-shirts from his closet. I'm one of the few who have to honor of knowing what a slob Matt really is. You should see him packing all his junk into his closet when our friends come over. We pride ourselves in our messyness. Once we got him all packed, we took the elevator down to the main floor and to the parking lot where a taxi was waiting. It was fairly early, so we gave the suitcase to the driver and went to the park while Matt's brother TK and their parents finished packing.

"You know, I've always wanted to go to the Caribbean," said Matt thoughtfully.

"Me too, you're lucky, Matt. I guess your crazy grandma's lottery fetish finally paid off."

He laughed. "Yeah. Actually, my dad called her just last week and scolded her somewhat, telling her that there's no way she was ever gonna win. You should've heard him on the phone when he called me this morning. He was petrified. I wonder what she's gonna say to him."

I laughed, and we kept chatting just like usual until we heard a loud beeping sound coming from the direction of Matt's apartment. We walked back to the taxi and hopped in.

The ride was very long and silent. Matt's dad tried to start a conversation but failed. It's weird, just a few minutes ago we were talking as if nothing was happening, but now we're in a taxi driving to the airport and the only sound was that of the engine and other cars passing.

We reached the airport (finally) and met up with TK, his mom, and his grandma. Matt leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Watch this. This will be priceless." We watched amusedly as his grandma went straight up to Mr. Ishida and whacked him on the back of his back with a brochure and started yelling at him. It was, indeed, priceless.

Just then the voice of a bored woman announced a flight number that was now boarding. "That's us," piped up TK. "Let's go!"

I smiled to myself; TK seemed a bit overly hyper about this entire thing. He had about three brochures in his hands, and was currently looking at a map of the airport, leading us to the right terminal. "That's what I have to deal with for eleven hours," said Matt mock-sorrowfully. "How am I going to live?"

'How am I going to live without you?' I almost said, but I kept my mouth shut and simply smiled yet again.

When we reached the terminal, I stood with the Ishida family in the line, sniggering with Matt at the flight attendant by the entrance who kept repeatedly picking at a wedgie when she thought nobody was looking. "Look at the bright side old pal," I said, slinging my arm around his shoulder. "Maybe you'll have her . . ."

Matt burst out laughing, regardless of the strange looks people around us gave him. I tried not to laugh, but soon we were both bending over wheezing with tears running down our faces. The rest of the Ishida clan turned away, pretending they didn't know who those laughing idiots were who looked as though they were about to wet themselves. It wasn't even that funny, but we laughed anyway because it relieved a lot of tension. By the time we were wiping the tears from our eyes, we were at the front of the line. Matt noticed this too and immediately switching his gaze to me. To my surprise, tears began to cascade down his cheeks.

"What's wrong?" I said, bewildered, but also trying to keep my own tears at bay.

He said nothing, but just rushed over to me and trapped me in a bone- crushing hug. "I'm going to miss you so much, Taichi . . ."

My eyes widened. I don't think I've ever heard him say my full name other then when we were fighting. Not that I had a problem with it. I sorta . . . liked it when he said my name.

Closing my eyes, I hugged back, full of emotion. "Me too, Yamato." And with that, the first tears leaked out from under my eyelid, soaking into his shirt. It was followed by another, and another. We stood there in each others' arms, crying silently and now fully aware that each was going to miss the other terribly.

"Matt? It's time to go," called his mother.

He let out a shaky breath and kept his head on my shoulder for a few seconds before pulling away, his eyes red from crying. I'm pretty sure I didn't look much better. He took my hand and squeezed it. "Bye, Taichi," he whispered.

I gulped. "Bye, Yama," I whispered back tearfully. He smiled a little at the nickname I just gave him, and slowly started walking away, until I lost touch with his hand and let mine drop. He walked over to the tunnel with his head down, and I watched him intently, knowing that this was probably the last time I would see him in a long while.

Just before he disappeared, he turned around and waved, giving me a sad look that said that clearly, he would rather stay here with me. I smiled as brightly as I could and lifted my arm to wave back. He gave me one last smile, then vanished from my view.

My throat tightened, and then I was running away with moisture flowing freely down my face. I ran and I ran. I stopped finally just outside, where all the taxis were lined up. I swallowed hard and wiped my eyes, then got in a taxi, giving the guy the money Yama's dad gave me earlier to get home.

"Hightenview Terrace, Odaiba, please."

With a nod, the driver pulled out of the parking spot and drove off. As I looked out the window, I saw an airplane take off, one that said, 'Bahamas Airlines' on the side. That's where Yama was, already so far away from me.

"Good bye, Yama-kun," I whispered, and the driver pulled onto the highway as tears silently flooded my eyes.


There you go, the first chapter. Is it good? Horrible? I honestly dunno what I was smoking today -_-;; Oh well, reviews would be appreciated!