D/C: I don't own Digimon.

Hello, everyone, and welcome to my final chapter…hmm, that sounded rather morbid; it's as if I was welcoming you to your death, or summat. Anyway, thank you SO much for the reviews you've sent me on my last chapter, they got me going to finish this chapter quickly. So, I'll leave you to read now. Enjoy!!

Cashier Girl

Chapter 9:

"I can't believe we're going! I really can't believe we're going!"

Sora caught her father throwing her an exasperated look through the rear-view mirror, and she just smiled apologetically. She, too, was becoming really tired with Mimi's excited antics. Ever since she had invited her to Matt's concert, Mimi's main choice of conversation had always been centered about that event – what to wear, what shade of lipstick to wear, what brand of shoes should she buy…it was driving everyone nuts. Sora was going to be relieved when this was over.

Furthermore, she couldn't believe that her parents were actually going with her to the concert. They've always hated pop and everything related to it, so their agreeing to go was a bit of a shock for her. Had Matt really that strong effect on both of them? Matt's attitude troubled her, too; why had he been so insistent that they come to this concert in particular? What was so special about it? He had refused to tell her anything whatsoever.

On reaching the stadium were the concert was to be held, Sora and the others presented their VIP tickets at the gate, and were shortly escorted by a security officer through all the loud crowds to their respective seats, which turned out to be next to the stage. They had barely sat down when a brown-haired guy walked up to them, and presented himself as Matt's best friend, Tai Yagami.

"And who might you be?" he asked, as he shook Mimi's hand.

Mimi seemed equally attracted to him as he was to her. "M-Mimi Tachikawa," she said softly. "I'm Sora's best friend."

Tai looked more than ready to ignore everyone else and give his full attention to Mimi, but it seemed then that he remembered something and turned to Sora with a polite smile. "Sora, Matt would like to meet you backstage before the show begins," he told her, and handed her a pass. "Just show them this and they'll let you in."

Feeling rather confused, Sora took the pass, and after asking Tai for directions, she headed off to locate the door leading backstage. She found it quickly enough, and was let in upon displaying her pass. Walking nervously past the hurried casting crew, and the make-up artists, and people who were shouting all sorts of things down the corridor, she finally found Matt sitting in a dressing room, having make-up applied to his face.

"Um…hello," she said.

The artist was now applying mascara to Matt's lashes, and he wasn't able to get up from his chair. "Ah, Sora, come in," he said happily. "I'll be with you in just a minute."

Nodding, Sora walked in and plopped down on one of the empty swiveling chairs. She watched with interest as the make-up artist gently put on lip gloss on his lips, before finishing the whole deal off with a slight bit of blusher. She then excused herself and left the room, closing the door behind her. There seemed to be a frozen pause in the room for a few moments.

"You…erm…use lip gloss?" Sora finally asked.

"Well, you can't have my lips appearing all dry and parched under the spot light, can you?" he replied.

"I understand the blusher, but what about the mascara?" she asked, the corners of her lips twitching.

"It's supposed to bring out the colors of my eyes!" he protested, as she burst out laughing. "Really, I swear! I'll bring her back so you ask her and make sure for yourself!"

Sora clutched at her side, and tried to bring herself to stop. "I'm sorry!" she wheezed. "I just never saw a guy getting his make-up done before! You must understand what a traumatic experience this was for me!"

Matt smiled bemusedly. He got up from his chair and walked over to her. He placed his hands on the arms of her seat and leaned down so that his face was in lever with hers, and she was able to distinctly see the grains of mascara on his long eyelashes. Sora found herself holding her breath as he looked deeply into her eyes.

"We can't have that, now, can we? You must allow me to apologize for making you suffer through this ordeal," he said softly.

Sora was about to reply with an equally playful remark when leaned down and kissed her. His lips felt moist against hers, and she found that she didn't really mind that he had strawberry-flavored lip gloss on. He gradually slid into the narrow chair next to her, whispering words of love to her and showering her with kisses…on her nose, her lips, her neck, the hollow of her collar bone…her lips were just starting to brush against the neckline of her dress when she sharply pulled away.

"Matt…" she said warningly.

She knew she couldn't be too careless with Matt. He was still a pop star after all, and no matter what he said or did, he was used to girls letting him have his way around them. She didn't blame him; it was in his nature. But she wasn't that type of girl. She couldn't let her guard down with him…which was proving very difficult indeed.

Matt smiled apologetically, and eased himself out of the chair. "Of course. I'm sorry," he murmured.

Sora smoothed down her dress. "So, why the sudden invitation?" she said in dignified tones.

Matt's expression brightened. "I'm glad you asked!" he said cheerfully. He strode back to the dressing table and picked up some sheets, which he returned to drop on her lap. "Take a look."

They were music sheets…and not any music sheets. Sora stared in shock at her own lyrics and notes. The ones she used to spend so many hours trying to perfect…and then she looked at Matt. "Where did you get those from?" she said hoarsely.

"Your room, of course," he replied.

"How dare you, Matt? Those sheets are private! You can't just take them without asking for my consent!" she snapped, rising up from her seat.

"I'm sorry, but they were really good to be kept for you alone," he retorted, appearing totally unfazed by her reaction. "Sora, love, this whole concert has been made in honor of you."

"What…what are you talking about?" she spluttered.

"The name of the concert is Fiery Soul, which refers to you – the girl whose soul I find so intense and strong," he told her. "The songs which are going to be played today are all dedicated to you. The crowds are all here today to come and see you take the stage with me so that we could, together, play Heat of Your Passion."

Sora froze; that song was her most personal creation. "Y-you can't do that," she stammered. "You can't just take my songs and do whatever you want with them! Call it off! Call the whole thing off!"

"What?" he yelped.

"I'll sue, Matt, I swear!" she said, starting to feel rather irrational now. "I'll…I'll say that you stole my lyrics and claimed them to be your own!"

Matt stared at her, baffled. "Sora…" he said.

"Heat of Your Passion is personal!" she cried, her cheeks flaming with anger and humiliation, her eyes stung by tears. "I wrote it when I was at the peek of my love! I wrote in on a whim! All my feelings are in that song! My feelings for you!!!"

It was Matt's turn to freeze up now. He swallowed. "I turn you down, I look away, I try to tell my self…I hate you…" he whispered. "It is too hard…Your smile draws me back…Your words turn me around…I find that I really…love you? It's about me…and you?"

Sora nodded. "Yes!" she cried. "God, you're such an idiot, Matt!"

Matt fell back onto a chair. "You…love me?" he croaked.

Sora blushed. "Wasn't that obvious?" she replied.

"Well, I don't know…between your yelling at me and telling me that you hate me, I didn't know what to think," he retorted, and she gave a shaky laugh. He timidly met her gaze. "Sora…I'm sorry…"

"You should be."

He jumped up from his chair and hurried to her side, cupping her face between his hands. "Let's…let's just forget the concert," he told her. "Who cares about everyone else? Let's go out somewhere…just the two of us."

"You can't just walk out on your concert! What will your fans think?" she demanded.

"At this point, I really don't give a damn," he said firmly.

"Matt…" she said weakly.

"I'll make a few calls, tell them I don't feel so good, and they can cancel the concert…postpone it to some other day," he told her, sounding extremely resolute. "Right now, there's just this one place I want to be at…"

She frowned at him. "Matt, we're not going to your bedroom," she admonished him.

Matt laughed. "You always think the worst of me," he teased her, tweaking her nose. "Trust me on this…"

"Wait…what about you?"

"I told you, I'll be fine. I only need to make a few calls…"

"No, silly," she replied, and blushed furiously. "When a girl tells you that she loves you, is it really polite to leave her hanging around with no obvious reply?"

Matt chuckled, and he swept her into his arms. "Sora, I thought it was obvious," he replied.

"I don't know…between taking me to your apartment, and trying to get under my bra a minute ago, I don't know if you're trying to tell me something, or just trying to get me into your bed," she teased him.

He pouted, but that quickly gave away to a smile. "Sweetheart, you are the only one I could ever tell this…I love you, too."

-

Tai managed to surface long enough for him to see Anthony, Matt's manager, walking onto the stage, with an extremely dejected look on his face. He pointed the stage to his pink-haired companion, and she, too, looked around. Anthony grabbed a microphone, tapped it a couple of times, before starting to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said. "I know we've kept you waiting a lot, and I apologize. I feel I need to apologize even more, because I'm going to have to ask you to go home now. Matt has been struck with a sudden flu bug, and he isn't feeling…or looking well. We've just sent him on his way home to get some rest."

The huge crowds were starting to boo now, and Anthony was forced to particularly shout into his mike.

"Don't worry, though! The concert has just been postponed, and not cancelled!" he hollered. "You can all use your same tickets to attend the concert when it starts! Matt told me to tell you he's very sorry, but he can't sing with his voice sounding like a…banshee, as he liked to put it!"

As the crowds continued to boo, Tai felt a tug on his shirt, and turned to see Sora's parents.

"But what about Sora?" her mother asked anxiously.

-

"A blueberry muffin and an extra foamy cappuccino for me."

"One latte for me, please."

As the awestruck waitress walked away to fetch their orders, Matt and Sora exchanged a quick grin. They were sitting before the piano of the café which Sora always went to. They both looked rather out of place, with Matt in her leather attire and Sora in her fancy-looking dress. Although, Sora had managed to quickly clean Matt's face from all traces of make-up, with the exception of the lip gloss. She had decided on their way here that he was to always wear it when he was with her, at which point Matt had completely let go of the stirring wheel and leaned over to the passenger seat to kiss her, and she had to particularly shove him away.

She smiled at him now. "Matt, you know, you have the best ideas," she told him.

"I know," he replied. He took out a couple of music sheets from his pocket, and placed them in front of them. "Do you want to start off?"

"I'd love to."

She placed her hands on the white keys of the piano, and started to play. She had never played her notes in front of anyone before, and she thought she liked the feeling. Matt joined in with her a couple of moments later, and the pair started playing together. Sora couldn't remember the last time she had been this happy.

And as we sit together

Playing our melody

I can finally stop lying

I can finally say…

I love you.

-

A/N: Done! Weird sort of ending, wasn't it? I didn't want the proposal ending; that's too cliché…especially since that those two have only met about two weeks ago. Oh, yes, the lyrics are mine…at least, I don't think I've ever heard a song with these lyrics! So, yes, this story is finally finished. It took me a while, but it's is really complete now! I've finally rid you of me! Before I close this off, I'd like to thank all those who reviewed my story! Thank you so much!!

- S. N. B.