Just like any big and bustling city, traffic is a nightmare. Then there are the big and well known cities home to some of the best attractions and holds a gigantic population of people within it’s borders. Los Angeles was no different. The city is probably the busiest city in California, even those that never lived in the city knew that.
After living in Los Angeles for two years, Jay and Don thought they were completely use to the traffic. They were proven wrong. The couple were inside of Jay’s old Honda Accord, still on the road trying to find a decent place to park in order to see the fireworks display. The couple would have gotten decent parking if Jay wasn’t so distracted when he saw one of his old his friends while driving his car. Anyways, Jay banged his head lightly against the leather wheel.
“I give up,” Jay sighed. He then spun the wheel of the car and parked into the first space he could find. He turned the key, but didn’t get it out of the ignition. He really wasn’t willing to walk and Don seemed to share that sentiment since he didn’t attempt to open the door.
“I’m sorry,” Jay apologized, “I ended up getting distracted by an old friend, so much so that we can’t even find a decent place to park.”
Don shook his head while petting the annoyed Viximon on his lap, “No it’s fine. You haven’t seen him in years, so I get why you were distracted. It’s just gunpowder being shot into the air, so it’s all fine.”
Jay sighed and grabbed his partner’s hand, “You don’t have to keep everything tucked inside you know. Not everything you’ll say will hurt those around you.”
Don tensed under Jay’s words. He knew him too well. Don was always careful of what he said around others in fear of hurting them. This fear grew from his constant jealousy towards his sisters. They seemed to outclass him at almost everything and no matter how much Don wished he could scream at them, he couldn’t. He loved them too much to hurt them with the feelings he had, so he kept them locked away deep inside his heart.
“Stop it,” Don whispered, “You know me too well.”
“I have to,” Jay laughed, “I’m going to make you my husband after all.”
Don sputtered and blushed. Viximon laughed at her best friend’s expense, probably feeling a little better about not getting a good place to watch the fireworks. Jay laughed and pinched his boyfriend’s cheeks. He smiled a little and began to move his head towards Don’s in hopes for a kiss, but instead of his lips landing on Don’s, his back met the side of his car by Viximon.
“Viximon!” Don shouted in shock.
“What was that for?!” Jay asked, angrily. He glared at the yellow furball that sent him flying to the car door.
“I love you and all,” Viximon began, she then scraped her paw across her yellow fur, “But I’d rather not see you guys start to do things that aren’t rated PG if you know what I mean. Don’t want a repeat of when I first met you guys right?”
If Don had water in his mouth, he would have done a spit take. Of course he remembered the time they met. Thinking about it now, he realized that it was a year ago from today. Don felt his face heat up as he remembered the events that transpired that night. Jay and Don were having one of their more…intimate moments, when Viximon literally fell on top of them.
It was probably safe to say that they scared the poor digimon for life.
“And yes Don, you and Jay scarred me for life,” Viximon stated, while whipping her tail around.
“We weren’t going to have that kind of moment in the car Viximon!” Jay screamed.
“Tell that to my scarred eyes,” The digimon sighed, “It was so -”
“Stop exagerating!”
And while they were bickering, Don could hear the people counting down from ten.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!
Gunpowder was shot into the sky and illuminated the night. The sounds and the flashes of color seemed to be enough to stop the argument between the fox digimon and the driver of the car. Don felt his phone vibrate and fished it out of his pocket. His eyes went wide as he grabbed a device that was obviously not his phone. The white case that was on his android was no longer white…. Nor did he seem to have a phone case at all. The smart phone he fished out of his pocket was green and on the screen was a picture of Viximon.
Don didn’t have time to contemplate or even freak out over the phone that was obviously because right after he took it out of his pocket, blobs fell from the sky. These blobs ended up being red eyeballs with claws. Once they landed, the trio could hear the screams of many L.A. residences. These screams were soon accompanied by their own as some fell on top of their car. They scrambled as fast as they could out of the car, but once they did the eyeballs then set their sights on them.
“Killing Stone!”
Viximon hurled herself into a some of the eyeballs that were flying towards them and changed into a stone. Purple gas flew out of the pores that seemed to cause they digimon in proximity to fall to the ground. Jay was punching and kicking those that he could. Don had found those standing containers that had newspapers inside and rolled them up to use as a weapon in defense against the digital eyeballs that seemed to like hurling themselves towards him.
“This is your fault Jay! I bet these digimon that fell from the sky because we were late!” Viximon shouted, blaming the catastrophe on him.
“SHUT UP!”