Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon, but Mark is mine, I suppose... as well as the plot. Feel free to take Mark, who will show up second chapter, but the plot is mine:)
The Worst Valentine's Day Ever
It was the day of the year that Mimi both looked forward to yet hated the most, and this year had promised to be no exception. In fact, everything the night before had led her to believe that this was going to be the worst one yet. Sora had come over to her house the night before it with Kari, helping to teach the younger female how to make homemade chocolates and cookies. The three had giggled as they decorated the cookies and packaged the chocolates in boxes that they had bought and decorated early that day. Each of them had given them their own specific flair and elegance. Kari's had turned out beautiful, and Sora's had been just as good.
Mimi's cookies had burned on the bottom, and the chocolate had yet, as of 2am, to harden into the small hearts she'd tried to shape them in.…
It wasn't entirely her fault this time, as she'd been distracted by her cell phone accidentally slipping into the melted chocolate, but she still knew that it wouldn't be good enough. Every year she had tried to get it right, but for whatever reason and no matter it be cookies or chocolates, something never was quite right. The year before, the chocolate had developed a slight burnt taste. The year before that, the cookies had been hard on the outside and still not cooked in the middle. And the year before that… well, let's just say that unexpected downpours on the way to school make soggy cookies…
She opened her eyes slowly and looked around. It was just barely light out, and so she nearly shut her eyes again before remembering the chocolates. Grabbing her robe from the hook next to her bed with one arm, she quickly stripped off the covers of her bed and wrapped the thick, pink robe around her for warmth. She tied it quickly, slipping on her pink slippers and stepping over the sleeping forms of Sora and Kari to head out of her room. She opened it quietly, trying her best not to disturb the two from their well-deserved sleep.
Down the stairs she crept, fearful with each step that the floorboards might creak and wake someone, but not a sound could be heard except for her soft breathing. She reached the bottom and tiptoed into the kitchen, nearly crashing into the small table just outside in the hallway. Half-dreading what she would find when she turned on the light, she closed her eyes and flicked the switch. Deeming it to be safe, as nothing had blown up or started talking, she opened her eyes. There lay the half-hardened blobs of chocolate on the tray, where she'd left them the night before.
She had to face the reality this time: this year, just like all the other years, her attempts were going to end up in the trash bin after a single bite of either… if she was lucky enough to even win a single bite with that terrible mess, that is. Timidly, she reached out, took a piece of chocolate, and moved it past her lips.
She gagged and spit it out. Something in it didn't taste right, and it was quite possibly the cell phone flavoring she'd unintentionally added. She moved to the trash, debating whether to spare herself the embarrassment she knew she would face. But somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice told her to give them to him any way; that he would appreciate the thought, at least. Besides, what would Mark say when she came to school with nothing to give him? What kind of girlfriend didn't give her boyfriend something on Valentine's Day?
'The one who loses a boyfriend on Valentine's Day,' she thought dryly. She sighed, reaching for one of the heart-shaped boxes she'd decorated the night before.
It was a heavy heart that the exhausted brunette wrapped up her cookies and chocolates into two small boxes with gentle care. She trudged upstairs, went inside her room and flopped onto her bed, unsure if she wanted to wake back up in a few hours.
She did, of course, but only after being hit over the head by Kari, and with Sora screaming in her ear. She groaned, grabbed the pillow from Kari's hands and shoved it on top of her head, burying herself deeper into the bed. Five minutes later she was grabbed by the ankles and dragged kicking and screaming, literally, out of bed by the pair.
"I don't want to go to school!" Mimi cried as she tried to get past Sora, who stood in the way. "Today is going to be horrible!"
"Oh Mimi, you know it won't be, so stop complaining, get up, and get ready for school!" Sora said, exasperated at her best friend's behavior. "Come on, we're going to be late if you don't get going."
"Fine," she grumbled, stumbling to her closet for her clothes.
Twenty minutes later, the three were headed out the door and down the road towards school. They talked about the tests and homework they had due that day, about the boys they liked, and made bets on who would end up getting the most Valentine's gifts. It was then, right when they were nearly halfway there, when Mimi let out a terrible shriek of realization.
"My cookies and chocolate! I left them at home!"
Spinning around, she started to run back towards home, leaving the two girls behind. Unsure of what to do, Sora and Kari glanced at each other.
"Should we follow her?" Sora questioned.
"What, and be late too?" Kari pointed out. The two of them kept walking towards school, hoping that their absent-minded friend would manage to make it before the second bell. They rounded the corner and walked into the schoolyard just as the warning bell struck, and they exchanged worried looks before heading off to their homerooms.
Meanwhile, Mimi was frantically running towards the school, the boxes of goodies in her hand. She'd be late if she didn't hurry, she just knew it. She rounded a corner, and slipped on a patch of black ice that had apparently formed overnight. Falling back with a shriek, she tried to break her fall with her hands. Unfortunately, this included the hand holding the Valentine's Day treats, and she cringed at the sound of the box crunching beneath her and was totally unprepared for the back of her head hitting the sidewalk.
She struggled to get up, suddenly feeling a little woozy from the fall. She reached back behind her to feel a lump growing where her head had collided with the cement, and she winced. It was sore to the touch, and she could only imagine how big that lump was going to get if she didn't get some attention for it. Suddenly remembering why she was running in the first place, she scampered up, grabbing the smashed and battered boxes before taking off again. She rounded the final corner and sprinted into the playground just as the second bell rang, and she cursed her luck, knowing she'd have made it had she not fallen.
Mimi burst through the front doors and scampered to her locker. She opened it to stuff her boxes inside, and noticed the pile of notes piled onto her books. She didn't take the time to read them or even pick them up, rather simply pushed them onto the floor and slammed the breaking boxes down where they had been. Grabbing her book, notebook and pencil, she took off towards her first class. She tried to sneak in without having the teacher notice, but apparently luck was, yet again, against her.
"Ms. Tachikawa, how nice of you to join us," he said dryly as she settled into her seat. "In fact, why don't you plan on joining me for detention after school as well."
Mimi let her head fall to the desk in defeat.
I'll have to do this in two parts, due to my time restraint here at work, but don't fret, I'll post the second half before Thursday, I promise! Please R&R!