Disclaimer: Neither of us own, or ever will own, Digimon or anything else that you find familiar in this fic.
Hawk: Yep. Neither of us own anything but three of the OCs each. And some later characters.
Kumo: Chapter has been redone!
Hawk: And I could not be more thankful that we did.
Holly skipped up to the front door of her house. "Come on Mum!"
"Holly?" Her mother turned, pressing the button on the car key to lock their small blue car.
"Why do you never have this much energy on a school day?" the older brunette asked tiredly, sipping the coffee from the styrofoam cup she had bought earlier.
"Silly! Because school is boring!" she called back, grinning broadly.
"School is expensive." She sighed, fumbling around in her handbag for the house keys.
"Still boring," Holly chimed, dancing from foot to foot on the doorstep while she waited for her mum.
"Oh, that is it!" She chased after Holly, who dodged. Her mum dug out her keys as she slowed down, unlocking the door. She panted, wiping her brow with the back of the hand she was using to hold the coffee. "Go on ahead, Holly. I'll just get the shopping."
"Ok!" Holly chirped, darting inside—only to get swept off her feet by her dad. "Hi, Dad!" she yelled loudly, making him flinch slightly.
"Hello, honey! And speaking of sweet things..." He pulled out a small bag. "How do you feel about sherbet lemons?"
"Thank you, Daddy!" Holly squealed, grabbing the bag and pulling out a sweet, popping it in her mouth, followed by another going in her dad's hand.
He smiled. "Thanks, Hol." Setting her down, he peered outside. "I'm just going to help your mother." He walked out towards the car, grabbing several bags.
Half an hour later, Holly was in her room. The walls were fuchsia, with a flower pattern just above the skirting board. A small bookcase, loosely packed with books, was next to her dress-filled wardrobe. Although, she didn't mind the occasional T-shirt or pair of shorts. There were some pony posters around the walls, as well as one or two with other animals, like cute species of bears. She had a water bed in one corner of the room, the foot opposite her bay windows. Finally, there was a desk with a desktop computer, with a lot of sites blocked.
Holly turned the computer on and checked her e-mail inbox. Her parents let her have an account when she swore that she wouldn't use it for anything she shouldn't, just for contacting friends.
Though she wasn't really sure what they meant, it was the only thing she could think of using e-mail for. Holly smiled as she saw her best friend was on IM. Opening a window, she asked about the homework they'd been set the day before, then they got derailed about the nature show by David Attenborough and then about what they would do on the weekend.
After about twenty minutes had passed, she checked her inbox again. She had three messages. They all looked like junk, and got trashed promptly, but one of them was odd. When she deleted it, she found another, identical message in her inbox. She deleted it again but this time it didn't even disappear. A little curious and a little tired, she sighed and clicked on the email.
She gave a short gasp of surprise as she read. There was no way this what what she thought it was.
Hawke's day hadn't been all that fun.
Then again, he found it difficult to think of a positive point in the day. He'd had to deal with two people he'd much rather avoid throughout the day. After that, his phone had been stolen—not that he'd used it much in the first place—along with his wallet on his way home from school, forcing him to walk the hour long journey; only made more tiring by the heavy bag on his back. He sighed as he turned his key in the lock of his front door, pushing it open with a sigh.
Hawke stepped inside the warm house, shutting the door behind him and kicking off his shoes. "Hawke! You're ok!" He was surprised as his mum ran up and hugged him, tears on her cheeks. "Why didn't you call to say you were going to be late?"
"I lost my phone." Hawke sighed, shaking his head. He pulled himself out of the hug, folding his arms in front of himself. "My wallet as well."
"I'll get you a new phone."
"Don't bother." Hawke ended the conversation, heading up the stairs to his room. His mother watched him go, her eyes filled with concern. Then she heard the far too familiar ring of her work phone, giving a sigh of her own as she turned to head back for her office.
Hawke dropped his bag and leaned against his bedroom door, his head tilted back. It took him a moment to look around his room. It wasn't particularly large, fitting a double bed in the far corner, a desk opposite it with a TV. There was a bag on the floor next to it holding a Playstation 3 and a few games. In the last corner was a bookcase stuffed with books. Under the bed was a laptop, which Hawke walked over to and pulled out, flipping open the lid and hitting the power button.
He opened his inbox, not really paying much attention. Hawke knew he'd be surprised if an actually meaningful email was waiting for him. As it turned out, there wasn't even much in the way of junk mail for him, just the one message that he barely glanced at before deleting. He looked towards the bookcase, spotting his MP3-player resting on top of one of the stacks of books. He was about to close the lid of his laptop when a chime announced a new message arriving. He looked down at it, deleting the message. More junk.
He frowned as the message arrived again. He sent the message to his junk folder, but another still appeared in his inbox. He let out an irritated sigh, clicking on the message. He read the message quickly, frowning at what he saw.
Jade skipped through her white front door, waving back at her boyfriend as he drove away in his father's car. Breezing through the lower floor of the house, she waved hello to her parents and headed towards the kitchen to get some yoghurt.
"Jade." She turned to see her mother and father stood together in the hallway. "We want to talk about something," her father started.
Jade gulped back fear. This could only mean one thing. "Just let me explain—"
Her mother held up a finger on her free hand, the other wrapped around her father's arm. "Jade, we do not want you to date Nathan anymore."
Jade laughed inwardly. "What?" she scoffed.
"He's a bad influence on you, young lady." Her father went to explain, "He's distracting you from your work—your grades are down—and he's pulling you into all the wrong circles. Why are you so impressionable, Jade?"
"Oh, don't worry," Jade interjected. She smiled as she said, "I broke up with Nathan a while ago."
Her parents paused, looking at each other, and then her mum asked, "Really? Who was that just now?"
Jade looked at the door and then remember. "Oh, he's called Dylan. And don't worry; he's not doing anything bad right now. I may even end up staying with him."
Her dad's face slipped. "Jade, right now?"
"I'm so happy for you." Her mother was calmer.
"Jade, we also need to talk about the clothes you've been wearing recently."
Jade growled. "Look, dad, I already told you once: I'll wear what I want, when I want. Stop being so overprotective, god!" She walked through them and up to her room. "Bye."
Jade slumped down against the door, checking her phone briefly. She deleted the text notifications and placed it onto the oak dresser on the right of the door. Looking over at the wall to the left, she traced her eyes over the photographs of boys pinned to a corkboard. Ex-boyfriends was wrote in Sharpie above them and the flat screen TV was wall-mounted above them. Her walls were actually pretty full all the way around, with posters of singers and bands and semi-naked men from her favourite TV shows.
She got up and walked over to the door inset in the wall to her right. Pulling it open, she walked into the wardrobe, looking at the racks of clothing rails that surrounded her. She pulled off her tight clothes, throwing them into a basket by the door and grabbed a green baggy hooded jumper and some grey jogging bottoms. Kicking her shoes off, she pulled on some slippers and then walked out of the walk-in wardrobe. Glancing at the padded area in the corner of the room, meant for her gymnastics practice, she shook her head and pirouetted onto her bed. She grabbed the laptop from the bottom of the queen sized bed, and slid under the floral duvet.
Jade turned on her laptop, waiting a moment for it to boot, then typed in her password and loaded up Facebook. After checking her alerts and finding nothing that looked particularly interesting, she opened up her e-mail. She quickly sorted through the messages from Facebook, sending them all to the 'deleted' folder. They were followed by the few pieces of junk mail in her inbox. They were just the typical stuff; offers for enlargement or shrinking of various body parts and messages from Nigerian princes. On one, there was no sender address but the subject line read like any other piece of junk—'You won! This is not a joke!'. However, she felt a little drawn to it for some reason. It was stupid and she wasn't sure why she cared. The email was probably just junk mail but she clicked on it anyway. She gasped as she read the first few lines.
Tammy walked up the drive and spotted the white Range Rover but a gap next to it. Dad wasn't home; typical. She sighed and slipped her pink key into the front door, opening it and walking in. "I'm home, Ange!" she called out to her aunty.
Angela walked out, smiling. "Where've you been, Tams?" she whisked a metal bowl of pancake mixture by hand and was covered in flour and other baking dirt. It was gross. Blowing a tuft of blonde hair out of her eye, she asked, "Well?"
Tammy sighed, pulling off her grey ankle boots. "With Alex."
Angela groaned. "Tammy!"
"What?" Tammy asked, offended that Angela would question her life choices.
"I've told you this before; you can get boys, so why have you resorted to girls?" she asked, exasperated as she headed back through the open plan house towards the kitchen.
Tammy followed her, dropping the small pink bag near the large glass partition that separated the living room from the dining room. She looked at her reflection to check her hair and makeup in the mirror.
"I mean, honestly, Tammy, when I was your age, I made sure I got my fair fill of the finest a—"
"Ange!" Tammy yelled back as she reapplied her lipstick. Tossing the lipstick over her shoulder she walked towards the kitchen. "If dad heard you swearing, he'd be furious!" She sat down at the breakfast bar and pulled the phone out of her tight-fitting skinny jeans. "Anyway, don't worry, Alex is just a friend. I do have a boyfriend, you know!"
"Really Tams? I mean come on, it's not fair on either of them that you are using them." Angela groaned as she flipped a pancake and then wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead.
"I'm happy and I'm sure they don't even know so who cares?" Tammy moaned.
Angela laid a pancake on a plate and put it in front of Tammy.
Tammy looked at her and smiled. "Thanks," she said flatly.
"I'm not moving until you eat it this time." Angela placed her hands on her hips.
Tammy waited for about a minute before she realised Angela was more stubborn. "Urghh, Ange!" She stuck the gilded ivory fork into the pancake and lifted it to her lips. "Well?"
"Eating requires the food to go inside, Tammy." Angela looked at the simple watch with a leather strap on her wrist. "I'm waiting."
"Fine!" Tammy moaned as she placed the pancake into her mouth and chewed on it. "When do I get my laptop back?" she asked, swallowing.
Angela sat down on the other side of the marble breakfast bar. "I don't know," she said, folding the tea towel and placing it onto the breakfast bar.
"Well," Tammy said but she noticed Angela was looking at the food and then back at her. She groaned and cut another small square and began to chew it. "You know where it is, so why don't you give it to me?"
"I—" She stopped as she heard the sound of mail dropping through the letterbox.
"I'll get it!" Tammy exclaimed, getting to her feet.
"Oh, no you won't. Keep eating," she pointed at the food and walked out of the kitchen.
Tammy finished the bit in her mouth and then flicked it all onto the floor with her fork. "Princess Selma," Tammy hissed.
A Chihuahua came charging in and scoffed up the pancake quickly and noisily. Tammy watched the pink sparkly cowboy and matching jacket as her dog chowed down but jumped as Angela walked back in.
Angela looked at Tammy. "What are you up to?"
Tammy shrugged. "What was the mail? For me?"
Angela was stood by the—now open—bin and waved the mail. "Junk for you. I told you to stop filling in those surveys. You won't win a car, helicopter, phone, whatever it is that they are promising." She brushed the shoulder length blonde hair behind her ear and placed the letters on the marble kitchen counter top. "If you really want them, then I'll leave them here." She pulled off the pink 'Kiss the Cook' apron and folded it while Tammy got up and walked over.
"I stopped after that guy didn't send me money back." Tammy picked them up. "Let me see."
Angela adjusted her green frilly blouse. "Be my guest, I've got to go do the hoovering."
As Angela left, Tammy looked at the letter. There was no return address, no stamp and it didn't look like it had been tampered with. Opening it up, she looked for an address on the inside but didn't see one. She knew it wasn't from a friend because the subject line (You won! This is not a joke) was so stupid, and she wouldn't associate with people who put that as the subject. She growled and debating binning the junk mail but decided to read it since it was already open.
Cayden checked his PDA as he climbed out of the black limousine and walked across the white gravel towards his countryside mansion. Next to him, his aide updated him on what had been going on while he had been playing Angry Birds for the last five minutes of the journey. The aide then opened the large double oak doors and they walked inside across the intricately patterned marble of his entrance hall. He threw the laptop bag of paperwork onto the floor and finally got off the stock market and onto his emails. Fifteen new emails; that was a lot for the hour ride home from the capital to his house. He searched for the cook, hoping to have a caesar salad before getting back to work but couldn't find her. "Erica, can you find the cook, please." He looked at his mousey haired, bespeckled aide and she nodded eagerly and disappeared from sight.
Walking through one of the doors, he headed down a hallway to the main kitchen and sat down at the glass worktop. "Talby is so needy." He deleted the emails from his company accountant and then deleted the spam one by one until he got to the last email. "You won, this is not a joke?" He shrugged. There was little they could offer him that he couldn't get himself. Deleting the email, he placed the PDA down and walked over to the bowl of fresh fruit in the corner and pulled a banana loose.
Cayden opened the banana and took a bite while walking back over to his PDA, but was confused when he saw the same email as before. Holding out the banana, he waited for the maid to take it and then deleted the email again. The maid continued to clean around him while he looked for the number of a member of his technical staff. Realising there was too many numbers in the phone, he gave up and handed the PDA to the maid. If it broke, he could buy another. "Sonia, can you read this for me while I eat?"
She nodded, handing him the banana back and placing her cloth down to take the PDA in both hands. "It was nothing but junk, Master Cayden." She handed him the phone back and the email was gone and the PDA fine.
"Thank you, Sonia." He dropped the banana onto the bin and it opened up automatically, swallowing the trash. The email came through again, annoyingly, and he opened it himself this time. Perhaps they wanted a reply. He skimmed through it but became more and more intrigued as he read the words.
Aiden sat on his bed, glaring at the offending piece of paper on his desk. All he'd done was fail a stupid test, but his parents had grounded him. He could hear laughter and cheering coming from the other rooms, the paper thin walls not blocking the sound out in the slightest. Aiden scowled in annoyance. "I hate having brothers and sisters," he growled. Walking over to the desk, he fell down onto the blue computer chair and threw the test over his shoulder to join the rest of the clutter on his bedroom floor.
Aiden turned on the large desktop computer resting on the desk, waiting a few moments for the login screen to appear. He rubbed his bare feet on the grey carpet as it slowly booted up, looking around his room – at the bed with a blue quilt against the back wall, the wardrobe that was dinged and smashed because Aiden had got frustrated on the opposite wall, the free weights in the corner next to the wardrobe on the left and a drum set on the right. A few posters were on the wall, mainly for action films. His signature green goggles hung on the edge of one of the bed plinths. The computer beeped as it finished loading so Aiden typed in a password and loaded up a game to play.
As it was loading, the icon for his email started to flash. Aiden ignored it—figuring it was just his on and off ex wanting to talk to him again—and walked over to his wardrobe, thinking.
"Hey Aiden, mum said she wants you downstairs," his younger brother said, poking his head through the door.
Aiden groaned in annoyance. "What now?"
"Someone's been naughty again!" His brother laughed.
Aiden grabbed the nearest object—a pillow that he had used to scare away the family cat last night—and threw it at his brother, who ducked behind the door to avoid it and walked off. Aiden moved back to the computer and quickly checked the email. It said: 'You won! This is not a joke!' Aiden sighed and opened it quickly to read the contents. His eyes widened in surprise and excitement.