Disclaimer: I don't own digimon.

Summary: Meet Sora, a room service girl working at a hotel in New York. Now meet Matt, a rockstar millionaire who was a guest at the hotel. With so much differences layering between them, Sora never imagined being hooked up with him on a date....well guess again. With the help of her fashion model roomate Mimi, Sora just might have a chance with him.

A Dream Come True

Chapter 1: Jealousy and Surprise

A/N: Wow, I'm obsessed with Sorato now. This is another fic with quotes on every chapter, the one below doesn't quite fit but it's the best one I could find. I'll try my best to avoid grammar and spelling mistakes. RnR!

Men are the cause of women not loving one another.

A.W. Hare and J.C. Hare

This is yet another typical day of my life. I got up six in the morning and ate the leftover mushroom pizza Mimi ordered two nights ago for breakfast, then check the messages on the phone.

You have 7 messages unread. I opened them, crossing my fingers and prying this time they won't all be Mimi's. After all she wasn't the only one living in this apartment. We're roomies who each pays half the rent, but compared to her, I'm nothing. Anyone, especially if it happens to be a guy who just happened to look at the two of us shoulder to shoulder, would immidiately see the differences and start a random conversation with that pinked haired girl, throwing sweet comments about how young and sexy she looks without even returning another glare back at me. This happens all the time that I give up trying to count them.

Beep--Hey Mimi, it's Tai, I was just wondering..uh...if you're available this afternoon...because if you are, we can go out and watch a movie or something...click

Beep--Hey babe. It's Izzy. Is everything okay? You didn't show up for our date yesterday..click

I sighed and went on to the next one, inferring the pattern going on.

Beep--Mimi, it's John, I want to inform you that you have a photo shoot next Mon...click

Beep--What's up Meems, I'm hanging out in a club righ--click

Beep--Mimi Tachikawa?--click

Beep--Mimi? It's...click

Beep--Hey Sora, it's Mimi! I left early today and I didn't check the messages so if there anything important, just call me okay? Oh, and good luck working at the hotel! I know this is your first day but you'll do fine, stop worrying about it. Chao!...click

Without thinking, I deleted all of them. How I loathe having to deal with all this messages... I mean seriously, Mimi was always too lazy to check them herself and I ended up with all her underdogs' phone calls. Every once in a while, she would meet a different guy and now she's probably dating a dozen of them at once, what a slut. Everyone of my male friends had at some point tried hitting on her. It was always Mimi this Mimi that, I'm becoming a lunatic just by hearing the sound of that name. I know it's wrong to be envious at my best friend but this just had to stop. I couldn't take it anymore. After the next message I receive with the name Mimi, I'd probably go mad and destroy the damned phone.

Glancing up to the clock, seven o' clock on the dot, I had exact 10 minutes to get to Weston hotel and report to my duty. Rushing into the bathroom overflowing with the scent of my roomate's French Vanilla body spray, I fixed my hair, allowing the bottom to curve out naturally against my shoulders. Next came makeup. Why do people even wear makeups if they have nothing to cover? Oh well, today was an exception. Confidence rosed up for first day of my new job, I dressed and acted my best to avoid getting fired again. Taking one last breath, I sighed and straightened all my matching clothes, a white short-sleeved shirt and a miniskirt that made me looked like a maid. All set, I picked up the keys to the 10 years old Toyota car which happened to be my.

The drive took longer than usual because of heavy traffic jam in the busy streets of New York on a Monday morning. I arrived at the reception desk in the lobby and put on a warm smile.

"Hey, I'm Sora Takenouchi. This is my first day working here." I said, assuming that the lady will tell me where to go since I had no idea myself.

The woman in her fifties with square glasses glared at me mistrustingly and typed into a computer. She skimmed through the screen and glanced back at me.

"You're half an hour late." She said as if making a scientific observation.

"Yes, sorry. I got caught in the traffic and.." Ugh, how rude. I couldn't even finish the sentence before she cut me off.

"Explain to the manager honey, You'll be working on the sixth floor, room service and laundry." She handed my a chain of keys and put on her aggrevating gaze.

"Thanks," I said quickly and sprinted to the elevator, rolling my eyes as I avoided the lady at the counter.

"Sixth floor, room service, laundry. Sixth floor..." I repeated in my head and pressed on the button that says 6 on the elevator.

It took an extra ten minutes to find my way to the laundry room hidden behind a corner at the end of the hallway, I walked in.

A chocolate brown haired teenager in a pink apron noticed me.She was dressed in simpler clothes, I assumed she has a similar job. "Hi," she said, "Are you Sora?"

I nodded and reached out my hand. She shook it and greeted me with a quick introduction.

"Call me Kari. There's your cart, all the towels and clothes goes inside. And the kleenex is on the top. Just look for me if you need help, I'll be a floor down."

"Thanks." I accepted the cart and strolled it out the door.

"Oh wait and one more thing." Kari said as I returned another smile, "We have some very important guests staying here for a week so do good."

"Don't worry, I will." I reassured her, turned to leave again and pulled the cart out of the door. Simple so far...I just hope I don't screw up.

I did screw up however. Just as I switched direction to the right, the mop fell out and hit the floor, along with it some of the dirty water from the bucket spilled.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. Great, I haven't even made my first stop yet and I already made a mess.This job won't last very long until the manager fire me again. I bent over and picked up the mop, leaving a trail of wet lines. Oh well. Luck wasn't on my side today, it was never on my side.

The first room included in my duty was 601. I remembered to knock.

"Who is it?" A deep voice yelled.

"Room service." I felt so sluggish calling out those words. At this moment Mimi is probably at the studio being photograph to be on the front pages of magazines while I'm here dusting bathrooms and washing dirty clothes.

In the blink of an eye, someone answered the door. Standing in front of me was a young man about my age. His appearance immidiately caught my attention. I couldn't keep my eyes away from that handsome face. It was obvious that he had his own personal hair stylist, his head full of golden blonde hair were a bit wavy and perfectly brushed to one side. Those deep azure eyes were full of spirit and energy. His pupils rested upon me. For some reason that face...that face flashed a lightbulb in my head. Where have I seen him before? It was almost as if I have known him all my life, he seemed so familiar, a bit too familiar. I grew quite shaky in his presence.

"Come in." He said and opened the door wider.

"Thank you." I nodded politely and entered the luxurious hotel room, shutting the door behind me. A grand voluptuous wonder came into my sight, this place was better than the white house. I never knew such a vividly arranged living room existed in this century, especially here in New York. There were two other men in the room seated in chairs beside the coffee table. "Good morning," I greeted all of them. They grumbled something inaudible in response.

Still pushing the cart in my hand, I glimmed through the living room and my sight rested on a pair of guitars and a drum set in the corner. I gasped at an imprint on the guitars, I've seen those before on TV. These dudes must be the important guests Kari was reminding me about. By important I didn't know they were going to be the most hottest all-boys band from my hometown in Japan. These people are from the Teen-Age Wolves! I cleared my throat and glanced back at the blonde, then at the guitars, switching back and forth. Oh my god! No wonder his face features ring a bell, he's the guy in the gazillion pictures framed on the Mimi's bedroom walls. Mimi and I are both crazy about him. How could I not notice until now?

I gazed at the boy of 18 years from head to toe, the same body which I worshipped in pictures. But the 3 dimensional perfectly-built structure standing a couple yards from me turned out much dreamier than in 2D.

"Matt Ishida, are you Matt?" I opened my mouth to speak, it came out like the voice of a five year old girl.

He chuckled and gave me one of his one of a kind famous smile.

"Who else did you expect?" He said flirteciously.

"Oh my--you really are him..." I didn't know what happened to my voice, something choked me in my throat. I blinked in disbelief, only to find my eyelids never lifting back up again. What was happening? All my senses were beyond my control and they faded away.

A heavy throbbing object dropped down my stomach. I fell down in midair and gave in to the blackness. A pair of hands caught me before I passed out.

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Sorry about the double chapter, thanks so much for pointing that out. document manager somehow got screwed so thats why.

This might be a good place to stop. Please review and tell me what you think and if I should continue or not! Critisms welcomed if they involve tips on how I should make it better. Correct my mistakes if you wish. Crazyamzy