Fandom: Digimon
Rating: PG
Summary: Matt is upset when his parents make the decision that the family is moving to someplace called Santa Monica. Little does he know that it could be the best thing to happen to him in his life.
Warnings: yaoi, yuri, angst, a little violence, fluff, AU, bastardized characters
A/N: Hey y'all, this is Taito! This means that this a yaoi story, which means that there are boys in love with and kissing other boys (specifically Matt and Tai from Digimon). If that’s not your cup of tea (or coffee) then leave since you probably won’t like the story. Beyond that, by all means R&R! And just as a pointless (well, sort of) sidenote, there is a prologue, two chapters and an epilogue to this story. The prologue and epilogue were pretty sort, but I want them sort of separated from the rest, so... The rest was pretty long so I just divided it where it seemed convenient. ^_^
Disclaimer: I own nada, not the song, not the characters, not the show, nada. The song is from Savage Garden’s first cd, and it’s called Santa Monica, thus the name of this fic. I'm not making any money off of this, it's purely for enjoyment. Don't sue! ^-^
"Matt, we need to talk," said a voice that was coming from Matt’s left. Matt jumped guiltily. He had been hoping to sneak in unnoticed. He just wasn’t in the mood to deal with the constant accusations today.
Sighing, he entered the living room from which his father had spoken and surveyed the scene. What did I do now? he thought testily as he noted that it was the usual trouble setup, his mother on the couch with his father standing behind her supportively. TK was nowhere in sight, another bad sign. Matt seated himself silently on the chair farthest away from them.
"We’ve reached an important decision. We didn’t consider it lightly, but..."
His father cut in on his mother’s speech as she floundered a little for words. "I’ve been offered a transfer to a different city; a little place called Santa Monica. I’ve accepted and at the end of the month we’ll be moving there." Matt’s eyes glinted dangerously but he held his peace, waiting for the rest of the explanation. It came from his mother.
"We know this may come as a shock but we thought it best in light of your...shall we say...anger control problems."
Matt snorted contemptuously and let loose the tirade that had been building within him since the beginning of this so-called conversation. "What do you think you’re trying to prove by doing this again!? I know you’ve got it in for me, but why are you dragging TK into this? He’s happy here! How can you just tear him away from his life here on some stupid whim! He’s popular, he’s got a girlfriend, he’s got everything going for him, and you want to take it all away! There he’ll just be some new kid that no one knows or likes! At least last time you pulled this kind of thing TK was too young to really be affected by it!"
"Matt," calmly broke in his father. "Are you sure it’s TK and not yourself you’re worried about?"
Matt’s father waited for an explosion that never came. Instead all emotion drained from Matt’s face and he stood there expressionlessly. Then, in a voice so soft that it was almost inaudible, Matt spoke. "No, this has nothing to do with me. Stay or leave, it makes no difference. I don’t matter at all. You taught me that lesson long ago."
TK looked up as Matt entered his room. He had of course heard the yelling but there was nothing new there. He had just gone to Matt’s room to wait for his big brother. He couldn’t face his parents now, not so soon after their betrayal.
Matt sighed wearily as he saw his little brother. Poor kid! "You all right little bro?"
"I'll be fine," answered TK listlessly. "I don’t know how I’ll tell my friends though, and Michelle..."
Matt gazed at his brother in concern. "How long have you guys been going steady now?"
"Next month is our one-year anniversary." TK blinked furiously, feeling fresh tears forming in his eyes. He didn’t want to act like a crybaby in Matt’s presence. Matt saw right through him though, and pulled him close.
TK let his pretenses go and sobbed broken-heartedly into Matt’s shoulder. Matt held TK throughout his storms of weeping and then, when TK fell into exhausted slumber, carried TK to his room. Returning to his own room, he soon fell into a light, troubled sleep.
The month passed as a blur of yelling and unhappiness. On the ‘Big Day’ two boys stood on the street shivering in a chill wind, one depressed, the other sullenly silent. After one last look at the place they had called home for the last nine years they turned and climbed reluctantly into a waiting car. As the car drove away two pairs of deep blue eyes gazed back for a few seconds, one pair filled with tears, the other hard and cold as ice. The old life had ended. Now they must look forward to their future in a city called Santa Monica.