D/C: I don't own Digimon.
Hello!! Well, I've got the idea to this story ages ago, but I didn't get a chance to write it until now. The first chapter was really so much fun to write, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy Reading!!
"Here you go. A large cheese burger, a large pack of fries, and an extra large coke. Have a nice day!"
Smiling, Sora Takenouchi handed the take-away order to her last customer and glanced around at the now-empty fast food restaurant where she worked, before checking the time on her wrist-watch. It was only seven fifty p.m. and she was surprised that the shop had emptied early tonight. Her manager, Marty, stepped out of the door at the back that led to the kitchens, and stood at the counter next to her. He looked around at his restaurant.
"No one's left, eh?" he said, looking slightly disappointed. He smiled down at her. "Tell you what, Sora, if no one else comes in through that door by eight o'clock, you can pack your things and leave, alright? I could hold down the fort with Jimmy and Seth until nine thirty."
Sora grinned at him. "Really? Oh, thank you so much, Marty!!" she said gratefully, for her cashiering shift usually ended at nine thirty. "I have this important history quiz tomorrow and I really needed to get back home and study!"
Marty waggled his eyebrows at her. "You think I don't know that? I caught you sneaking to the back to study when no customers were around," he told her, and she blushed, embarrassed that she'd been caught. He laughed and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "That's alright. I remember the days when I used to do the exact same things. Such fine days those were. If only I were still young."
Sora had to exercise a lot of self-control to prevent herself from giggling. This was so typical of Marty, mourning over his days of youth and wishing he could go back to them; Sora had gotten pretty used to him. He smiled at her, patted her head and left to the back, leaving her alone in the empty restaurant. She propped her elbows against the counter and started counting the seconds till eight o'clock, while praying that no one came through the door. Time seemed to pass very slowly, and then, at one minute to eight, a black sports car started slowing down before the restaurant, and she crossed her fingers. To her dismay, the car stopped right in front of the shop and a blond guy came waltzing in through the door.
Trying really hard not to snap out at the guy for coming right before the end of her shift, she forced a bright smile on her face. Marty once made remark about her smile, asking her in which school did she learn to smile so widely like that even when she hated the person in front of her. "Hello, sir, how may I help you?" she asked, secretly hoping that all he wanted was take-away.
"Hey, babe, 'sup?" he said, flashing her a dazzling smile, before plopping down on a stool before her.
Sora blinked. "E-excuse me?" she sputtered. "What did you just call me?"
Blond Guy frowned questioningly at her. "I called you a babe," he told her. "Or do you not like to be called a babe?"
Sora tried to look dignified. "Yes, I'm afraid I do not like to be called a babe," she said firmly, and Blond Guy's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She took out her notepad and pencil and smiled at him again. "So, what would you like to order?"
"Whoa, sweetheart, what's with that attitude?" he said, looking mildly affronted. He looked at the name pad which she safety-pinned to her shirt. "Sora Takenouchi, is it? Miss Takenouchi, I hardly think that I've said anything which would require such an attitude from you."
Sora frowned at him. "I don't have an attitude...sir," she said, and smiled at him again. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like you to tell me what you'd like to eat tonight so I could give you your order and you be off on your way."
Blond Guy stared at her with polite puzzlement. "Off on my way? Whoever said I wanted take-away in the first place, eh?' he said. He grinned at her and folded his arms against the counter. "Nope. I'm ordering and staying right here."
Sora's expression fell; gone was her early ride back home. "You...are?" she said. "I mean, you are! Of course you are!!"
"Yup! I don't like take-aways, anyway; they're not as fresh as when you get them in the restaurant itself," he said, matter-of-factly.
Sora nodded. "Of course. The last thing we'd want to do is provide you with meals which are not fresh," she told him. Maybe I can secretly put poison in his food when Marty's not looking. "So, what is it that you'd like to order, then?"
Blond Guy frowned down at the menu which was lying on the counter before him. "Hmm, let's see...I'd like a double beef burger and...an extra large pack of fries and an extra large coke, please," he told her.
Sora noted them down. "Alright. If you'll just a wait, sir, we'll have your order ready in no time!" she said cheerfully.
She made a show of ripping the paper from the pad, before turning on her heels and stomping towards the door. She flung it open and stepped into the kitchen, where she saw Marty sitting having a peaceful drag at a cigarette, while Jimmy and Seth, the two guys who helped Marty in the kitchen, sat and watched a football game on the TV. She looked at her manager in dismay.
"Marty! You're not supposed to smoke in here! Honestly, if we got tested for sanitation and cleanliness, we'd be out of here in no time!" she said, reproachfully. She rounded on the two other guys. "Jimmy! Seth! You should've stopped him!"
Seth and Jimmy both waved an impatient hand at her, but Marty smiled apologetically at her and quickly put out his cigarette. "You're right. Sorry," he said, looking sheepish. "So? Off to study history, then?"
Sora sighed. "I wish," she mumbled, and handed him the slip of paper. He chuckled when he read it, while she, on the other hand, scowled. "This annoying blond guy came in at the last minute and now just doesn't seem to want to leave!"
Marty shook a warning finger at her. "Now, Sora, what have I told you about bad-mouthing our customers?" he said, and she hung her head. "Now run along and keep the guy company while I get his order ready. Be polite, okay?"
"Okay, okay," she muttered, heading out to the front again. Blond Guy was still there, swiveling around on the stool. He grinned and sat upright when he saw her. Sora gave him her most professional smile. "Your order will be ready in a few minutes, sir."
"No hurries," he assured her, and she just nodded. He folded his arms on the counter again and leaned forward towards her. "Hey. You don't seem to know me, do you?"
Sora frowned, confused. She shook her head just a fraction. "No...I don't think I know you," she replied, although she had to admit that his face looked rather familiar; as if she'd seen it somewhere before. She wouldn't forget a face like that; blue eyes, blond hair, perfect features...or she might, probably. "Should I?"
"Well, that hurt," he said indignantly. He pouted, and Sora had to try her best not to roll her eyes. "Does the name Matt Ishida ring a bell?"
Sora racked her brain for that name, and then she smacked her forehead. "Oh, yes! Now I remember!" she exclaimed, and Blond Guy looked really pleased. "You're Matt Ishida! You're a singer...or something like that, right?"
The smile slipped off of his face. "I'm not something like that! I'm Matt Ishida, one of the world's most popular pop idols!" he protested.
Sora gave him a patronizing smile. "Of course you are," she replied. She did remember the guy clearly now; he was a popular singer, and a lot of girls in her school would die for him...but personally, she didn't like him that much. In fact, she thought his music was just a load of crap. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ishida; it just slipped my mind."
Matt Ishida stared at her, bewildered. "Slipped your mind? Slipped your mind?" he repeated, incredulously. "I just can't slip anyone's mind!! I'm Matt Ishida! My records sell by millions every single day! You just can't go and tell me it slipped your mind!"
Sora was taken aback. Wow! Talk about having self-esteem issues! "I'm sorry, sir, I'll try not to let that happen next time," she apologized.
"You betcha you will! Wait here a sec, okay?" he said, and hurried outside to his car. Sora stared at him as he came running back inside with a CD case. He held it up before her so that she could see it was one of his records. He took out a pen and signed the case, before handing it to her. "There you go. This way you won't ever forget it me."
Sora, gingerly, accepted the CD from him and placed it aside. She bowed her head slightly. "Thank you for the kind gift, Mr. Ishida," she told him politely. Of course, on the inside, she was saying, "Get the hell out of here, you bastard, before I wrench your guts out!".
An hour and a half later, the self-proclaimed pop idol called Matt Ishida was still sitting at the counter, talking and stuffing his face at the same time...and Sora had to endure the whole thing. When he finished his order, Sora thought that he would leave, but to her dismay, he had gone and ordered a second King-size burger, and when that was over, he had ordered another burger. He had ordered seven times altogether. Even though that meant that Seth and Jimmy hated to work while there was a football game playing on TV, but she knew they were having a good gloat at her expense.
"And then I told my manager, I can't possibly go on-stage wearing that glittery shirt! Dude, that would seriously ruin my reputation!" he told her, and Sora nodded and laughed, same way she had been doing through-out what she liked to call the "torture process". She had only managed to keep going the whole time by thinking up ways to kill the guy. "I mean, can you believe him? How could he even think I could wear that shirt?"
She glanced at her watch, and to her immense joy, found that it had become nine thirty. She smiled down at the idol. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid you're going to have to leave now," she told him, and tapped her watch. "We close at nine thirty."
Matt looked disappointed. "Oh, you do?" he murmured. He hastily reached for a tissue and wiped his mouth clean. He reached into his jacket for his wallet. "Well...it was good while it lasted. How much do I owe you, then?"
Sora did a quick calculation on her cashier. "Your orders amount to...sixty five dollars and fifty cents," she told him politely.
The guy looked surprised. "Wow, I ate a sixty five dollars worth of fast food? That should be a record, or something!" he exclaimed, and she smiled. He grinned sheepishly and handed her the right amount. He got up to his feet and held out his hand for her to shake it. "Good bye, then, Miss Takenouchi."
Sora frowned at him, and then she reached out a took his hand. "Good b..." she started, but froze when Matt pulled her towards him across the counter and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Feeling really angry, she pulled away from him and staggered back, while holding a hand to her cheek. "What do you think you're doing?"
He grinned at her. "Sorry, but I just don't do handshakes!" he said, cheerfully. "See you later!!"
He turned on his heels and hurried out of the restaurant. Moments later, he pulled his car out on to the road and sped away, leaving Sora standing there with her hand still her on cheek, while she tried to digest what had happened. There was a low whistle from behind her, and Sora whirled around to see Jimmy and Seth.
"That was one good customer, eh?" Jimmy teased her.
"She always gets the good ones, doesn't she?" Seth said.
"Shut up, you two!" she snapped, blushing furiously. Hate. That was the word. H. A. T. E. HATE!!!
"No way!! It's just...no way!!"
Sora sighed. She was in the restaurant, working her shift, but now, most of her customers had been served and were sitting at their tables, while she sat and chatted with her friend from school, Mimi Tashikawa. She had told Mimi about her run-in with Matt Ishida yesterday, and her friend's reaction was just what she had expected; all squeals and bright eyes which even had stars in them. In fact, Mimi had been repeating the same phrase for the last five minutes, "No way! It's just...no way!".
"Yes way, Mimi, so you'd better stop saying no way because you've giving me a headache," she told her, and Mimi blushed, embarrassed. "I really can't see why it's such a big deal, anyway. I met Matt Ishida at the restaurant...and then?"
Mimi stared at her like some she's derived lunatic or something. "Are you kidding? You met the world's most popular, most handsome, most cool guy ever!" she squealed. "You can't just meet him and say and then? It's not logical!"
Sora was really grateful she hadn't told Mimi that Matt had kissed her. "Mimi, for God's sake, let it go, okay?" she said wearily. "I'd rather just forget the whole experience, anyway."
Mimi shook her head. "Girl, you should go seek mental help," she told her, and Sora shot her a warning look. Mimi hastily scooped up her duffel bag and slid off of the stool. "Alright, so I'll get going now. It's getting late and I still have tons of homework. See you at school tomorrow!"
Sora waved her friend off, and slumped down against the counter once she'd left. She was already cursing herself for telling Mimi what had happened, for she was positive that by tomorrow morning, the whole school would know about the Matt Ishida incident. She watched, with a polite smile on her face, as her customers started filing out the shop. Unlike Matt, they had paid before-hand. She left her position behind the cashier and started cleaning the tables, shoving the paper plates and cups into the garbage can, and piling the trays on top of each other. She carried the whole lot back to the kitchen.
"No sign of our celebrity tonight, eh?" Seth said, faking disappointment, and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"It's not funny, Seth, alright?" she muttered. "He was probably just a guy looking for a cheap hussy and was just really bugged because the only thing he got was a forced kiss on the cheek, and he's most probably not coming back either...so drop it, okay?"
"Okay," Seth agreed, with the air of some one who really wasn't going to drop it.
"Marty, tell them!" she protested.
"Seth, stop teasing Sora," Marty said absently. "Jimmy...where's Jimmy?"
At that moment, Jimmy came in through the backdoor, looking like he was about to burst out with laughter. "You won't believe who just came in!!" he said. He looked around and saw Sora. "Erm...yeah! It's the garbage truck!"
Sora rolled her eyes and went back to the front of the restaurant. Her jaw nearly dropped when she saw who was sitting on the stool right where he had sat last night. Blond Guy. Mr. Matt Ishida, who looked positively delighted to see her. She could already hear the laughter coming from the kitchens. Nevertheless, she forced on a pleasant smile and stepped up towards him.
"Well, hello, sir! It's such a pleasant surprise, seeing you here again!" she exclaimed.
"You'd better get used to it, because this restaurant has officially become my favorite!" he told her.
"Oh, is that so? That's excellent!" she said, brightly. "I can't begin to tell you how happy we are to have you as a regular customer!!"
This just can't be happening to me!!
A/N: There! Done! My first chapter!! So, what did you think? It was pretty cool, wasn't it? But don't worry, Sora's attitude towards Matt will change later on; I've got a lot more planned for those two. Anyway, if you did like the story, then will you please review? Thanks!
- S. N. B.