Waiting (rewrite), Book 2, Chapter 11
After living through hell for months, Yamato is finally free from Ken and ready to move on with his life. But are things ever really that simple? Sequel to Untold Secrets. References to rape/sexual abuse and suicide. Some violence/swearing.
[Digimon] M, drama/hurt/comfort, 5407 (90851) words, published 03-03-14
UPDATE This chapter is the final version
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Waiting
by: butterflie
chapter eleven, boundary lines
Book Two
and these could be the best or darkest days
the lines we walk are paper thin
and we could pull this off or push away
cause you me have always been
so close
so close to giving up
so close to going all the way
so close
so close to taking off
so close to going nowhere
- Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness, so close.
"That was kind of weird," I murmured shortly after Yamato left, tearing out of the room like the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels.
"What was?" Hikari asked, momentarily glancing up at me, before focusing her attention back on her cell phone. She'd been texting most of the night, and it was really starting to get on my nerves. She'd barely talked to since I'd told the police what had happened, and I was afraid she was scared of me, or maybe just really upset with me. I wished I could rewind time and make it so I'd never run across the gang. I really hadn't intended to go after any of them.
"Yamato," I finally answered her. "He just left so abruptly, and he didn't look well. He seemed fine earlier."
She shrugged, not saying anything, then smiled slightly as her phone beeped with another text.
Irritated, I turned away from her. I stared at the wall for awhile. Shifted in my chair. Sighed loudly a couple of times, shifted some more. This was driving me crazy. I hated waiting. I just wanted to know what was going on. I wished Yamato hadn't left. We hadn't spoken much either, but at least he hadn't given me the impression that he was angry at me. His presence had been hugely comforting, and I hoped that was how I came across to him all the times I stayed by his side during his upsets.
Snapping her phone shut suddenly, Hikari stood and started to leave, jolting me back out of my thoughts. "Where are you going?" I asked in confusion.
"Bathroom," she replied curtly.
I rolled my eyes in frustration, but wisely stayed silent. Not long after she left, one of the policemen from earlier stepped into the room, looking for my parents. "Mr. Yagami?"
Both Dad and Mom got up, and the three of them went out into the hall, where they had a brief hushed conversation. I watched with interest, wondering what was going on and if we'd finally be allowed to leave. I was tired, I really wanted nothing more than to go home and crawl in bed. All my adrenaline had run out not long after Jou had found me earlier.
A few minutes later, the policeman left, and my parents came back into the room, heading towards me. I stood up in anticipation. "Are we allowed to go now?" I asked. "He's alive?" I figured if it had been worse news, my parents wouldn't have looked so calm.
Dad nodded. "He's alive. He's out of surgery and in recovery. Apparently it wasn't as bad as they first thought. We're being allowed to leave for now, as long as we don't leave town for a few days. It'll be up to the boy's family if they want to formally press charges."
I sagged back into the chair in relief. Sento was alive. I hadn't killed him. And though I didn't know anything about his family, I wasn't too worried about any charges anymore. For one, the police had seemed more sympathetic to me than to Sento. Their little gang had too many run-ins with the police for them to garner much sympathy. And two, if Kento and Sento had any say in it, they'd prefer to deal with me themselves, not let the police handle it. Which was a whole new worry in itself, but at least I wouldn't be shipped off to jail for murder.
I looked up at Dad. "So are we going home then?"
"Yes, we're going home." Dad looked around the room. "Where's your sister at?"
"She went to the bathroom. She should be back soon. I can wait on her, if you guys want to go on ahead," I offered.
"I'll be out in the car then," Mom immediately said, and didn't waste any time heading out.
I winced. After making sure I wasn't hurt when she first got to the hospital, Mom hadn't really talked to me. She wasn't avoiding me exactly, but I couldn't help feeling that she was scared of me. I suppose it was a bit of a shock to find out your son almost beat another person to death, but still... It wasn't like I'd meant to, and Sento wasn't exactly an upstanding citizen in the first place. She should have understood I'd never hurt her or anyone else I cared about.
"Once your sister gets back, come straight out front, alright?"
I nodded at Dad. "We will."
Once he left, I slouched back down in my seat, waiting for Hikari and wondering what I could do to make Mom be less scared of me. I also wondered again if Hikari felt the same way, and if Dad was afraid of me as well. I didn't really think Dad was, he seemed to be acting normal enough around me, but Hikari I was less sure about. She wasn't keeping her distance from me, but again, she hadn't spoken to me much since she'd gotten to the hospital. She really only spoke when necessary, and barely replied to anything I said to her. I didn't know if that meant she was scared or upset or just completely didn't know what to say to me.
When Hikari came back she looked around in confusion. "Where are Mom and Dad?"
"They're out in the car waiting. The police said we could leave, Sento's fine and it's up to his family to press charges."
"Okay." Hikari went and grabbed our jackets from where they'd been draped on a chair, then silently left the room.
I left her alone until we were in the elevator heading down. "Are you scared of me?"
She blinked, and looked at me. "What?"
I shifted, uncomfortable. "I think Mom's scared of me. She seems to be avoiding me. You're barely talking to me, so I was wondering if you were scared of me too."
She studied me for a second, seemingly trying to find the right words to say. "Not scared of you, exactly," she finally said slowly. "More just... scared of what you did?"
"I wouldn't ever hurt you, Hikari, or anyone else I cared about."
"I know, Taichi. But before this, I believed you wouldn't hurt anyone like that, whether you cared about them or not. I would have said you didn't have it in you. Now I know otherwise." She exhaled heavily, her solemn eyes watching me carefully. "That is what's scary."
I didn't really have anything to say to that.
* * *
I woke the next morning to find my parents gone and my sister still asleep in her room. I looked at the clock on the microwave, noting the time in confusion. It wasn't too late, only around ten in the morning, but I should have been in school a few hours ago. It wasn't like either of my parents to let me stay home when I wasn't sick. I wondered where they were. Well, Dad was likely at work, but I didn't have a clue where Mom might have gone.
I didn't have much time to dwell on it though, as a knock sounded at the door. "Just a minute!" I called, and quickly scrambled to my room to throw some clothes on before going to answer it. I frowned when I pulled open the door and spotted Kenji. Why wasn't he in school either? Was there a holiday I just didn't remember?
"Kenji?" I asked.
"Hey, Taichi," he said, and tried to smile at me, but he seemed uncomfortable. Had he somehow already heard about what I'd done? "Look, I probably shouldn't be here, but I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"
I stared at him, not understanding in the least. After a moment, I figured what the hell, and held the door open wide to let him in. Since Hikari was still asleep in her bedroom, which was located right next to my room, I kept us in the living room for a bit of privacy and so we wouldn't disturb her. After we'd settled on the couch, I turned to face him. "Okay, so what is this about?"
Kenji sighed, and looked down at his lap, fiddling absently with the edge of his shirt. He seemed to want to be anywhere but here. It was weird to see him so serious-looking, he was always so carefree and happy at school. "Well, Yamato accidentally found this out last night, and sooner or later you probably would too, so I might as well tell you myself."
"Tell me what?" I demanded, suddenly not liking how this conversation was sounding.
He hesitated for a moment, and then just came out with it. "Kento and Sento are my older brothers."
I stared for a long minute, completely speechless. I was blown away, without a clue what to say. I'd certainly never expected anything like that. Suddenly Yamato's disappearing act last night made a whole lot more sense, if this was what he'd found out. "I... what? You're in the same grade though..." Yeah, that was the first thing my brain focused on.
"They had to repeat first grade. They're a year older than me," he explained warily.
"You... why did you never tell me? Or Yamato, at the very least?"
He looked away from me. "Would you tell anyone you were related to them?" he asked quietly.
I had to admit, he had a point. Still, it didn't keep me from growing angry. He should have told us after our first run-in with Kento's gang awhile back. "You should have told us," I insisted, agitated. "Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you ever try to stop them, or warn us, or something? They almost killed Yamato! You should know what they're like! How could you just keep quiet after something like that? You're supposed to be our friend!"
Kenji shook his head, giving me a confused glance. "What are you talking about? You're the one that nearly killed Sento," he said, a bit accusingly. "And from what I remember, they barely had a chance to touch Yamato before you punched Kento in the nose. So don't get at mad at me for not telling you something you didn't have a reason to know! I'm the one that should be mad at you!"
I closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm back down. It was perfectly reasonable that he didn't know. I doubted he spent a lot of time around his brothers, and they probably didn't go home to brag to him about the people they'd tormented. Wearily, I begin to explain, keeping my eyes closed. I didn't want to see Kenji's face while I told him about how his brothers nearly killed one of his close friends. "Yamato got in a fight with his dad one day a few weeks ago and ran out of the apartment upset. Apparently he ran into your brother's gang, and they beat him badly enough to put him in the hospital. Your oh so lovely brother Sento also pulled a knife on him, threatening him with it." I paused to swallow, not wanting to start crying. It still made me so angry and horrified even thinking about what they'd done to him...
Collected once more, I continued on. "They beat him to unconsciousness, and two girls passing by found him and called an ambulance. If they hadn't come by when they did, he might have died. Your scum brothers nearly killed him." I opened my eyes finally, glaring at him. "So if you came here to get all high and mighty over what I did to Sento, don't bother. The only reason I regret it is because it hurt Yamato to know I lost that much control. Sento deserved it. Don't even try to defend him."
"I'm not defending him!" Kenji said incredulously.
"Sure seems like it to me!" I bit out angrily. "Coming over and telling me you should be mad because I beat up your precious criminal brother!"
"Shut up!" he yelled, taking me by surprise. I started and shifted a bit further away from him. "You know nothing," he hissed, seething in sudden anger. "I'm not mad for Sento's sake! I hate them. You couldn't even begin to understand. I know what they are, better than anyone. Do you really think I wouldn't, Taichi, living with them for seventeen years? Don't you think I know better than anyone else just how awful my brothers are? Do you want to know?" he demanded angrily, and I didn't even try to stop him. He was on a roll, letting out things that I had the feeling he'd kept bottled up his entire life.
"When I was six-" His voice wavered, but he didn't even stop. "When I was six, they came into my room one night. I was asleep, but I woke up when they grabbed me. They were only a year older than me, but I was already so terrified by them that I didn't even try to resist. Sento held me down while Kento shined a flashlight into my eyes so I couldn't see, then they took turns beating on me and attempting to smother me with a pillow. I cried the entire time, but I already knew better than to make a sound that would alert our parents. I nearly passed out several times, but I never told. Kento threatened to kill me if I did. And they did this several times a month after that."
I sat there listening to him with growing horror, feeling sicker by the minute. "Kenji, stop," I tried, but he just kept on going.
"They murdered our father when they were fourteen. Worse, they got away with it! I was hiding out of sight, watching and listening to all of it, but I never told a soul, even when the police couldn't solve it. I wasn't stupid, I didn't want to die. Every day, I lived in fear of them and what they would do to me or anyone else I cared about if I ever told their secrets. So yes, Taichi, I know. I fucking know well just what they're like! Don't you ever dare try to tell me different!"
I was crying by now, tears dripping silently down my cheeks as I stared at him in shock. "Why would you tell me all of this?"
"So you'll know," he said bitterly. "So you'll understand that I understand very well how they are, and I wouldn't ever defend them voluntarily. I hate them, Taichi. I hate them more than you ever will."
I swallowed heavily, afraid if I opened my mouth to respond to that, I'd throw up. We sat in silence for a bit, with me just simply trying to process all I'd just heard. Eventually, I thought that I might be able to speak again without getting sick. "So... you didn't know what they'd done to Yamato then?" I asked softly, finally wiping at the tears on my face. I'd at last stopped crying.
He shook his head, regret written all over his face. "No. I didn't know. They barely come home anymore. I don't know where they spend most of their time, or what exactly they get up. I don't want to know, honestly. They used to drag me along with them sometimes when we were younger, make me watch them beat up kids. I hated it. I started learning to avoid them as soon as I was old enough to be outside on my own. All I really knew between them and Yamato was that first incident near the school, when you punched Kento. I didn't know about anything else. Yamato never said anything."
I sighed. "He didn't tell anyone right away. Actually, I'm not sure his dad even knows yet. I probably shouldn't be telling you. He only told me Sunday night."
"So is that why you attacked my brothers then? Because you just found out and wanted revenge?"
I winced, scrubbed a hand over my face. Just having this conversation yet again was making me exhausted. "Not exactly. I was on the way home from Yamato's and found them beating up a little kid. I kept remembering what they'd did to Yamato, and I just lost it. I don't even remember most of it until Jou was pulling me off Sento, and then I looked down to see what I'd done."
"Kento will probably try to place the blame all on you, saying you attacked them without any provocation." Kenji pointed out to me grimly.
"What do you mean? They were beating up some little kid! And they hurt Yamato! That's bullshit!"
"And I'm sure this kid stuck around so you could get his name and use him as a witness?"
"Well no, but-"
"Exactly. So right now it simply looks like you attacked first without any real reason."
"They put Yamato in the hospital!"
"And by your admission, Yamato has yet to admit to anyone else-other than you-that it was them."
"Why are you defending them, Kenji?" I demanded, getting angry again. "You just told me all that shit, said you hated them! So why are you siding with them now?"
"I'm not siding with them!" he shouted, and I thought it was a miracle we hadn't woken Hikari yet. "I'm just being realistic! You don't seem to understand how serious this is."
I scoffed. "I could have been locked away for killing your brother, of course I do."
"You don't!" He stopped, looked me dead in the eye. "Listen, Kento is... Well, the easiest way to put is that he's not human. Not like you or me. He doesn't have any morals to hold him back, no boundary lines to stop him from doing something. He lies to people and manipulates them to get his way, and he lacks any sort of remorse for it. It sounds cold, but he simply doesn't have any feelings or emotions the way normal people do. He cares for no one at all, and that makes him completely ruthless and dangerous. So if he decides he wants to go after you or possibly get the law after you for hurting Sento, then he won't stop until he's gotten exactly what he wants."
"I don't understand," I protested. "You say he doesn't have any emotions or care for anybody, but if that's true, then why should he even care what happens to Sento and that I'm the one who did it?"
"He sees Sento as his, as something to own. He only 'cares' for Sento in the sense that he wants to keep Sento under his thumb, and only as long as he deems Sento to still be useful to him. You hurt his property, more or less, and since you didn't render it completely useless he wants you to pay for that."
"This is such a crazy mess," I groaned in despair. "I didn't want for any of this to happen! I just wanted to keep Yamato from getting hurt."
"Well, if it's any consolation, I don't really think Kento's all that likely to involve the police, though I do think you should be prepared for the possibility."
"No, he'll just come after me himself. Yeah, that makes me feel so much better, thanks," I grumbled sarcastically.
"I'm sorry, Taichi." He sighed, and got to his feet. "I really need to get going. Mom's still at the hospital, she shouldn't have to be alone right now. I just wanted to warn you that Kento is on the warpath, and both you and Yamato should be very careful for awhile. Avoid him at all costs."
I stood also, and saw him to the door. "Yeah, I thought he would be. But having it confirmed is a good thing. And... thanks for telling me the truth. I'm sorry I got mad at you."
Kenji shrugged. "It's okay. It was a bit of shock. Just... understand if I keep my distance sometimes. I don't want to make things any worse for you guys."
I nodded. "I understand. See you around, Kenji."
* * *
Mom came home a little while after Kenji left, bags of groceries held in her hands. I greeted her and asked if she needed any help putting things away, but she merely shook her head at me and told me to go work on my homework. I sighed and went to my room as she wanted, though I didn't pull out of any my school books. Apparently my mom was still avoiding me. It was upsetting. I spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out in my room reading manga, hoping that if I just left her alone for awhile, she'd get over it and come apologise. But by the time Dad got home from work that evening, I had yet to hear anything from her even once. Hikari, at least, seemed to be talking normally to me again, but it seemed Mom wasn't going to give in so easily.
I left my bedroom and went to talk to Dad, hoping he'd have some advice for me. I found alone him in my parents' bedroom, hanging up his tie. "Dad?"
"Yeah, buddy?"
I hovered uncertainly in the doorway. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Dad looked up from pulling off his suit jacket and smiled at me warmly. "Of course. Come in and have a seat."
I did so hesitantly, shutting the door behind me and then plopping down on the side of the bed.
"So what's up?" Dad asked, sitting down beside me.
"Well, I was just wondering..." I paused, and started tracing the pattern of the threads in their comforter, studiously not looking at him. "Are you scared of me?"
"Scared of you?" Dad repeated, sounding confused. "Of course not."
"I think Mom is. She's been avoiding me all day, and she barely talks to me."
I heard Dad let out a sigh. "Well, you did do a number on that poor kid-"
"He deserved it," I mumbled.
"Whether he did or didn't, it was a bit of a shock to learn about it. I think she just isn't quite sure what to think of everything right now. I don't really think she's scared of you, she knows you'd never hurt her. She just needs a little more time to process it all. Just give her some space for now, I promise she'll come around."
I nodded, hoping that he was right. "They put Yamato in the hospital."
Dad glanced over at me, contemplating. "You wanted to hurt them in return?"
"Yeah. Well, not deliberately. I wanted them to hurt the way they hurt him, but I didn't purposely go looking for them. I ran into them beating up another kid, and lost it. I really didn't mean to do all that, Dad."
Dad sighed, and got up. "I'll talk to your mother. In the meantime, let's go grab some dinner, huh?"
For once, the prospect of food didn't appeal to me at all, but I didn't want to worry Dad, so I just grinned and said, "Sounds good to me!"
After dinner, which had been a very awkward and largely silent affair, what with Mom still not talking to me and everyone else attempting and failing to make conversation, I went back into my bedroom and grabbed my cell. The only good thing that had come out of dinner was the police calling in the middle of it, letting us know the Jin family had decided not to press charges. I needed to call Yamato, let him know what was going on. I was actually a little surprised he hadn't already tried calling me, as I really doubted he'd gone to school today either.
I climbed on the bed as I punched in Yamato's number, then held the phone to my ear, listening to it ring. I always liked to see how many rings before someone picked up. One... two... three... four...
"Hello, Ishida residence."
"Hi, Mr. Ishida, it's Taichi," I greeted. "Can I speak to Yamato?"
"I'm sorry, Taichi, he's not been feeling well today, and he's asleep right now."
"Oh." My face fell. I'd really wanted to talk to him, tell him the good news. And discuss what we'd apparently both learned about Kenji... "Well, when he wakes up, can you have him call me if he's up to it? I have something important I need to tell him."
"Of course."
"Thanks, Mr. Ishida. Bye."
"Goodbye, Taichi." We hung up, and I sat there on my bed for a minute, unmoving. I knew how to translate Mr. Ishida's code by now. Not feeling well meant he was upset and avoiding everything. I wondered if he was more upset over what I'd done or what he'd learned about Kenji. Though really, it was likely both.
At least now I knew why he'd left so abruptly last night, and why he'd looked like he was about to fall over. He must have just ran into Kenji who was there waiting with his mom and learned the truth. I wish he'd mentioned that to me before he left. But no, he always had to keep things hidden, never telling anyone what was wrong or what was going on inside that head of his. I just wished he would learn to ask for help for once. I sighed and got up, heading over to my desk. I figured I might as well do the homework I'd never finished last night while I waited, in case any of my teachers still wanted to accept it tomorrow. I didn't think I'd be allowed to stay home for another day, and as long as Mom was still avoiding me I really didn't want to.
After an hour of wrestling with my history essay, I finally heard the much welcomed sound of my phone ringing. I practically leapt out of my chair and dove towards my bed, where I'd left the phone after hanging up earlier.
"Hello?" I asked a bit breathlessly.
"Taichi, hey," Yamato's quiet voice greeted me. "Dad said you called earlier?"
"Yamato! Hi, yeah, I needed to talk to you."
"About what?"
"I don't really want to do it over the phone, it's kind of important. I know it's getting a bit late, but is it okay if I come over?"
"Yeah, that's fine. Just for a little bit though, okay?"
"Of course. Thanks, Yamato. See you soon."
I hung up and rushed out of my room, stopping briefly to let Dad know where I was going and to grab my jacket and shoes. Then I headed over, walking the short route quickly. Mr. Ishida let me in when I knocked, simply gesturing towards Yamato's room where I assumed my boyfriend had holed himself up yet again. At least the door wasn't shut this time.
"Hey," I greeted him, giving him a small smile. I remained in the doorway, uncertain whether he was mad at me or anything.
"Hey," he returned. He sounded tired. I wondered if nightmares had kept him up all night again. "Come on in."
I did, choosing to sit at his desk rather than on his bed with him. I didn't want to crowd him if he needed the space from me. "So... Sento's been out of surgery since last night. Turns out he wasn't as bad off as they initially thought."
"Really?" Yamato looked at me hopefully. "So he's definitely going to be okay then?"
"Yeah, they think so."
"So what does that mean for you then?"
I shrugged. "Well, they said last night it'd be up to Sento's family to press charges, but they've apparently decided not to, so I guess nothing, at least not legally."
"Good." He was visibly relieved, his whole posture relaxing. I hadn't even realised just how tense he'd been until then.
"That's not all, though..."
He tensed up again, just a bit, a wary expression stealing over his face. "No?"
I shook my head. "Kenji came to see me this morning. He told me."
He looked away. "They're his brothers. I didn't know," he said in a small voice. "I came across him last night, and Kento came up to him..."
"You could have told me. I was worried when you suddenly left."
"I'm sorry," he said, contrite. "I was in too much shock to really think straight. I had actually gotten sick over it, I just really wanted to go home and sleep before I tried to think about it."
"Trust me, I get it. Kenji told me a few things about them that had me crying and nearly throwing up myself."
"Like what?" Yamato asked curiously.
I looked away. "Just a bit of what it was like growing up with them. I... I don't really want to get into it, it was really horrifying and I don't think it's my place to tell you."
"Right. I should know that better than anyone. Sorry."
I waved it away, then hesitated. Yamato had likely also realised this himself already, but I wasn't sure if talking about it would get him upset again. But I also didn't feel it was something I could just not mention. "He also came over to warn me."
"Kento's going to retaliate?" His voice was grim but calm, as if he'd spent a lot of time already thinking about what was going to happen and accepted it as inevitable. It was impressive. I only wished I could feel that accepting. The thought of Kento's retaliation brought up many different feelings in me, all tumbling around in a jumbled mess inside me, leaving me terrified and uncertain of the future.
But since Yamato had enough on his plate without having to worry about how I was dealing with it, I didn't let on how much it scared me. "Most likely," I said, shrugging at him. "He said something about how Kento sees Sento as his property, and that I damaged it so he'll want to make me pay. He said all this stuff about how Kento wasn't like normal people and didn't have feelings, that he didn't actually care for people at all, I'm not sure I really understood all of it. But he thinks it's a very good chance that Kento will come after both of us, so we should be very careful and try to avoid him if at all possible."
A sudden choked off noise made me stop talking and look back at Yamato. I was shocked to see that he was crying silently, shoulders shaking, trying to muffle any sobs with a fist stuffed against his mouth. I'd worried about his reaction, but he'd seemed okay only a moment ago-I certainly hadn't expected tears. "Yamato!" I got up immediately and hurried over to him, plopping down beside him and drawing him into a hug. "Please, don't cry. What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry," he sobbed.
I hushed him. "No, don't be sorry. It's okay. Just tell me what's wrong?" I started to rub his back, my hands moving in soothing circles, wanting him to calm down.
"It's just... everything is such a fucked up mess now," he choked out. "And I don't blame you for it, I know you didn't mean to, but I wish it hadn't happened." He started crying harder. "I just thought I was done fearing for my life when Ken got locked up."
I winced, feeling absolutely awful inside. "Everything will be okay, Yamato, you'll see," I murmured, hugging him tighter, even though I didn't really believe it myself.
"I don't want to lose you, Taichi, I couldn't stand it."
"Shh, you won't lose me, okay?"
"Promise?" he asked, but then immediately shook his head. "No, that's not fair of me to ask."
"I don't care, I promise anyways," I replied, reaching up to gently run my fingers through his hair.
He let out a little sound of contentment, snuggling up closer to me, his sobs finally lessening. "Please don't ever do something like that again, Taichi, I can't bear it," he mumbled.
"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to."
"I know," he breathed out. "Love you..."
"Love you too," I said quietly.
It was only ten minutes later that I realised he'd fallen asleep.
end chapter eleven. (03 march 2014 0924PM)
soundtrack for chapter eleven:
hanson - a minute without you, hanson - man from milwaukee, hanson - where's the love, iceman - lost complex, iceman - wish matrix, iceman - mr. d, martin garrix - animals, of monsters and men - little talks, placebo - every you every me, placebo - pure morning, placebo - running up that hill, tally hall - be born, modest mouse - 3rd planet, modest mouse - paper thin walls, modest mouse - karma's payment, the ready set - love like woe, tatu - klouny, pink - fuckin' perfect, wheatus - punk ass bitch, wheatus - sunshine, wheatus - truffles, cody simpson - la da dee, meg & dia - monster (dotEXE remix)
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