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Title: Over You
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seinen_no
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: DiexKaoru
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kaoru gets a late-night call from his friend which makes him worry.
Comments:
seinen_no: It's a bit late now for a snow-fic but I wrote this a couple of weeks ago already as I wanted something fluffy that was playing during the winter-time. I got the inspiration from one of the Christmas requests for a fic with 'a meeting in the snow' or something like that, but I can't remember anymore and since I was too late to give it to the person on time, I post it now (or more my hunny posts it for me 'cause I'm too dumb and lazy x)
And yes, it's fluffy and all, but well, you all know me^^
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Over You
It took a moment before Kaoru realized that his phone was ringing in reality and not only in his dream. When he picked it up, all his tired brains were capable to utter was a highly annoyed sounding and unclear "Hmmm?" At first, there was silence, the person at the other end of the line breathing heavily into the phone. Then finally, a familiar voice sounded.
"You know, I'm totally over you." The words were spoken with certain defiance, certain finality that alone nullified their meaning.
"Die?" Kaoru asked, not sure if he had heard right. Slowly, he rolled over and took a look at the flaming red numbers of his digital alarm clock; 1:35 am. "Are you drunk?"
"You know," the younger guitarist simply ignored the question and went on babbling, clutching the phone so tight that Kaoru could hear the plastic creak, "It's not like I don't love you anymore. It's just that I'm over you."
Kaoru couldn't make anything of this and shook his head a couple of times as if he was trying to wake up from a weird dream. "You are over me?" he asked rather dumbly. "But when were you even under me?"
There was no answer to that but the soft click that showed Die had hung up the phone.
"Die? DIE??" Although Kaoru knew the other man was gone, he still clutched the phone. "Asshole!"
After that, Kaoru lay there stunned for a couple of minutes, unable to gather a clear thought. Absent-mindedly, he followed the patterns on the ceiling that appeared whenever a car drove by his apartment, the headlights shining through his jalousies. Die had sounded drunk definitely, but don't they say children and the drunk always speak the truth? Even if, why had Die chosen this day, this night to startle him out of his sleep with this revelation only to hang up on him again?
Of course he was worried, but there was nothing he could do, was there? He certainly couldn't check out all his friend's favourite drinking places, all the bars and pubs where he liked to hang out. "Damn!" The lead-guitarist hit the mattress hard with one fist and got up from the bed.
Certain that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep anyways, he slipped into his jeans and a t-shirt. Walking to the window, he parted the jalousie with two fingers to check the weather. Snow was falling down in thick flakes and one look down on the streets told him it had been like that since a couple of hours at least. It would be a fun drive...
The first bar he checked was an Irish pub where Kaoru and Die had spent a few fun evenings together getting wasted, but it had been a blank. Nobody had seen the younger guitarist there in weeks and the bartender, a common acquaintance had yelled after Kaoru to bring Die back there if he found them and have a few pints together. Kaoru only thought that Die wouldn't be able to sit on a hard bar-stool once he found him, because he so would whoop his ass.
He went on checking bars and pubs, in between leaving messages on Die's mailbox, telling him to call him back immediately. He tried to sound controlled and calm, not angry or worried, knowing that this would make things only worse. When Die was drunk, he tended to be overly sensitive and emotional above all.
After walking along a street with various locations he had checked, Kaoru didn't feel his hands and feet anymore. The thin sneakers he had chosen in a hurry certainly weren't made for walking along in partly ankle-high snow. Driving was more an adventure, because only the main roads were plowed yet while the side-roads and the alleys were icy and slippery.
Then suddenly, when Kaoru had just gotten back into his car to re-think his strategy and try to remember if there were more bars in this district or if he should drive to another one, his phone started ringing. The ringtone already told him it was Die. With stiff fingers, he snatched the device from the pocket in his leather-jacket.
"Die? Where are you?" he asked without greeting.
Again, there was a moment of silence, heavy breathing and a sob. "I'm sorry Kao." His friend's voice sounded thin and far away.
"Die, where the heck are you?" All his good intentions to remain calm went down the sewer once he heard the distress in Die's voice.
"I didn't mean to wake you up. Just forget I called."
"No shittin' me," Kaoru snorted but then hushed instantly as Die said, "I'm going to die." It took a moment before the words sank into Kaoru's brains, before he had processed them and measured carefully in his mind if this was now the typical talk of a drunk or something more serious. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't tell and that worried him even more.
"Look, if this is about New Year's eve, it's been nothing, not worth to mention. Just tell me where you are and we talk about it." Kaoru's voice was urging, the worries clearly audible.
At midnight on New Year's eve, they had kissed. Both had been fairly drunk and there had been nobody else in reach to kiss for good-luck when the new year had begun. Kaoru had dismissed it as a joke, something that could have only come from Die and certainly nothing serious.
The silence at the other end of the line told him that it had been a lucky guess. "I'm so sorry," the younger guitarist repeated, sobbing quietly.
"Die, just tell me where you are. I'm coming to pick you up," Kaoru stressed and all he wanted at that moment was to go and see with his own eyes that his friend was alright, wanted to hug him and – of course – slap him as hard as he could for shocking him like this.
"Highway 24." The answer was silent and it really sounded as if Die was making his peace, as if he was up to something bad.
"You drove drunk?!?" But just when the words had left him, Kaoru took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Okay, where there?"
He didn't receive an answer in a long time and only heard his friend shift and move, heard his leather-jacket creak, his breath in the mouthpiece. "Dunno."
"Okay, doesn't matter." Kaoru already started the engine of his car, squeezing the phone between his ear and his left shoulder to pull away from the parking place. It was 2:56 am and the highway was at the other end of town, leading away from Tokyo. With this weather, it would take him a good deal of time only to get there, let alone find his friend. How far had he driven already?
There were a few moments of silence, but then Die asked faintly. "Kao, are you still there?"
"Of course I am, idiot! I'm coming to get you. Don't you dare move your ass away now." As the answer were only a few cheerless chuckles, Kaoru thought it couldn't mean anything good and he pressed the gas-pedal down further, speeding as long as he still had clean, plowed, main-road asphalt underneath his wheels.
The snow seemed to increase the further he got and in the outskirts, it was so heavy already that Kaoru had to use the highest setting of the windshield wipers to be able to see the road although the street-lanterns were still lighting his way.
Again some time passed in silence with only the soothing sound of Die breathing into the phone. "Kao?" The older guitarist could practically hear how his friend had opened his mouth to speak, could tell that his tongue was heavy, probably from the alcohol. "Hmmm?" He had to focus on taking the right turn at a crossroad, leaving Tokyo behind him on a road that would take him to highway 24.
"I lied."
"That's okay. Just stay where you are and then we talk." Somehow Kaoru understood that this was urgent, that he needed to find his friend soon and he caught himself wishing he had repeated that kiss once to show Die it was okay and maybe even that it had meant something.
"No!" Die yelled, sobbing into the phone. "It's not okay. 'Cause I'm NOT over you!"
Kaoru could hear Die snuffle and again there was some rustling, but he remained silent after that. Neither of them knew what to say.
Kaoru had to focus on driving which was nearly impossible due to all the thoughts that were occupying his mind right now. Out of town, the roads weren't plowed and he seemed to be the only one driving there. More than once, he almost lost control over the car in a curve, the rear breaking out. Tears were running down his cheeks from staring at the non-existent road, the headlights seemingly making it harder to see as the snow was blinding him when it was hit by them and his neck started to hurt from the strain.
Then, around a bend, he could see something further ahead. Weak tail-lights of a car. When he got closer, his heart almost stopped beating. The car had gotten off the road. A few seconds later, a flash of fear and worries hit him when he noticed it was Die's red Mitsubishi sport back.
In a small distance, Kaoru stopped his car, put on the emergency flasher and jumped off the car, the phone still in his hand. "DIE?" He ran forward screaming, slipping on the snow. "Die, are you in the car?" His heart was going a thousand miles an hour and he didn't notice the burning pain in his hip. Without trying to halt his fall, he had taken the blow not to let go of the phone.
At an instant, he was back on his feet again, sliding towards the wreck. It looked as if Die had wanted to invite the tree for a drive, because the front was totally smashed there, the car wrapped around the tree where the passenger-seat once used to be. Only a bit more to the right and it would have been worse...
Huffing, blowing long streams of smoky breath from his mouth, the older guitarist came to a halt at the driver's door, holding onto the roof-rail with his free hand not to slip again. There he was, his friend, sitting in his seat still, but Kaoru couldn't see if he was okay or not as the windows were blurred. "Die?" he asked into the phone softly. "It's me..."
For a moment, nothing happened, but then a hand wiped away the wetness from the inside of the window and a set of weary eyes were turning to look at him. Kaoru dropped the phone and pulled the leaver, yanking the door open. "Gods Die, what were you thinking? Are you okay? C'mon, I get you to a hospital. You must be freezing. How could you drive drunk?" Everything burst free at once, but when he took the younger guitarist's hand to pull him out of the car, Die was resisting, shaking his head.
"No, just leave me here to die," he said defiantly. "I messed it all up."
Kaoru knew it was the alcohol speaking and he carefully tried to see if his friend had any injuries but couldn't see anything, only the deflated airbag hanging down the steering-wheel. "It's okay. Everything's going to be fine." Again, he tugged Die's icy hand. "You'll freeze in here. C'mon, it's warm in my car."
Reluctantly, the younger man shifted to the side, setting one foot into the snow that reached up to his calf. Once he had stood up completely, Kaoru simply grabbed him into a tight hug, unable to be angry anymore. He was only grateful to have found him alive.
For a few seconds, they were standing there like that but then the cold became too dominant and Kaoru turned to get back to his car, never letting go of Die's hand. He was way too afraid the younger man could try something funny again, knowing that alcohol tended to get him weird ideas at times. Without further problems, they made it to his car and soon were on their way back to Tokyo.
Nobody spoke a word and the silence weighed heavily on their shoulders. What to say? How to explain? Both men asked themselves the same questions. After what had felt like an eternity, Kaoru finally turned to look at Die through the mirror.
"So," he began and suddenly had to laugh. How could this not be some kind of freakin' dream? This was simply too off the hook not to laugh about it. Yet, he tried to pull himself together and asked.
"Are you now over me or not?" No matter how hard he tried, a few chuckles were still slipping him.
The question made Die turn to look at him straight and a grin found its way to his lips. He now saw clearly how stupid he had acted and that he deserved his friend's mocking.
In the attempt to look pondering, he pursed his lips. "No," he shook his head a bit. "Actually, I wished I were under you."
That settled it. They didn't need more words, knowing each other through and through after being friends for more than a decade. That night, Kaoru took Die to his apartment and he made it up for the missed second kiss, showing Die what it meant to be 'under' him.
Author:
seinen_noRating: PG-13
Pairing: DiexKaoru
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kaoru gets a late-night call from his friend which makes him worry.
Comments:
seinen_no: It's a bit late now for a snow-fic but I wrote this a couple of weeks ago already as I wanted something fluffy that was playing during the winter-time. I got the inspiration from one of the Christmas requests for a fic with 'a meeting in the snow' or something like that, but I can't remember anymore and since I was too late to give it to the person on time, I post it now (or more my hunny posts it for me 'cause I'm too dumb and lazy x)And yes, it's fluffy and all, but well, you all know me^^
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
It took a moment before Kaoru realized that his phone was ringing in reality and not only in his dream. When he picked it up, all his tired brains were capable to utter was a highly annoyed sounding and unclear "Hmmm?" At first, there was silence, the person at the other end of the line breathing heavily into the phone. Then finally, a familiar voice sounded.
"You know, I'm totally over you." The words were spoken with certain defiance, certain finality that alone nullified their meaning.
"Die?" Kaoru asked, not sure if he had heard right. Slowly, he rolled over and took a look at the flaming red numbers of his digital alarm clock; 1:35 am. "Are you drunk?"
"You know," the younger guitarist simply ignored the question and went on babbling, clutching the phone so tight that Kaoru could hear the plastic creak, "It's not like I don't love you anymore. It's just that I'm over you."
Kaoru couldn't make anything of this and shook his head a couple of times as if he was trying to wake up from a weird dream. "You are over me?" he asked rather dumbly. "But when were you even under me?"
There was no answer to that but the soft click that showed Die had hung up the phone.
"Die? DIE??" Although Kaoru knew the other man was gone, he still clutched the phone. "Asshole!"
After that, Kaoru lay there stunned for a couple of minutes, unable to gather a clear thought. Absent-mindedly, he followed the patterns on the ceiling that appeared whenever a car drove by his apartment, the headlights shining through his jalousies. Die had sounded drunk definitely, but don't they say children and the drunk always speak the truth? Even if, why had Die chosen this day, this night to startle him out of his sleep with this revelation only to hang up on him again?
Of course he was worried, but there was nothing he could do, was there? He certainly couldn't check out all his friend's favourite drinking places, all the bars and pubs where he liked to hang out. "Damn!" The lead-guitarist hit the mattress hard with one fist and got up from the bed.
Certain that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep anyways, he slipped into his jeans and a t-shirt. Walking to the window, he parted the jalousie with two fingers to check the weather. Snow was falling down in thick flakes and one look down on the streets told him it had been like that since a couple of hours at least. It would be a fun drive...
The first bar he checked was an Irish pub where Kaoru and Die had spent a few fun evenings together getting wasted, but it had been a blank. Nobody had seen the younger guitarist there in weeks and the bartender, a common acquaintance had yelled after Kaoru to bring Die back there if he found them and have a few pints together. Kaoru only thought that Die wouldn't be able to sit on a hard bar-stool once he found him, because he so would whoop his ass.
He went on checking bars and pubs, in between leaving messages on Die's mailbox, telling him to call him back immediately. He tried to sound controlled and calm, not angry or worried, knowing that this would make things only worse. When Die was drunk, he tended to be overly sensitive and emotional above all.
After walking along a street with various locations he had checked, Kaoru didn't feel his hands and feet anymore. The thin sneakers he had chosen in a hurry certainly weren't made for walking along in partly ankle-high snow. Driving was more an adventure, because only the main roads were plowed yet while the side-roads and the alleys were icy and slippery.
Then suddenly, when Kaoru had just gotten back into his car to re-think his strategy and try to remember if there were more bars in this district or if he should drive to another one, his phone started ringing. The ringtone already told him it was Die. With stiff fingers, he snatched the device from the pocket in his leather-jacket.
"Die? Where are you?" he asked without greeting.
Again, there was a moment of silence, heavy breathing and a sob. "I'm sorry Kao." His friend's voice sounded thin and far away.
"Die, where the heck are you?" All his good intentions to remain calm went down the sewer once he heard the distress in Die's voice.
"I didn't mean to wake you up. Just forget I called."
"No shittin' me," Kaoru snorted but then hushed instantly as Die said, "I'm going to die." It took a moment before the words sank into Kaoru's brains, before he had processed them and measured carefully in his mind if this was now the typical talk of a drunk or something more serious. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't tell and that worried him even more.
"Look, if this is about New Year's eve, it's been nothing, not worth to mention. Just tell me where you are and we talk about it." Kaoru's voice was urging, the worries clearly audible.
At midnight on New Year's eve, they had kissed. Both had been fairly drunk and there had been nobody else in reach to kiss for good-luck when the new year had begun. Kaoru had dismissed it as a joke, something that could have only come from Die and certainly nothing serious.
The silence at the other end of the line told him that it had been a lucky guess. "I'm so sorry," the younger guitarist repeated, sobbing quietly.
"Die, just tell me where you are. I'm coming to pick you up," Kaoru stressed and all he wanted at that moment was to go and see with his own eyes that his friend was alright, wanted to hug him and – of course – slap him as hard as he could for shocking him like this.
"Highway 24." The answer was silent and it really sounded as if Die was making his peace, as if he was up to something bad.
"You drove drunk?!?" But just when the words had left him, Kaoru took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Okay, where there?"
He didn't receive an answer in a long time and only heard his friend shift and move, heard his leather-jacket creak, his breath in the mouthpiece. "Dunno."
"Okay, doesn't matter." Kaoru already started the engine of his car, squeezing the phone between his ear and his left shoulder to pull away from the parking place. It was 2:56 am and the highway was at the other end of town, leading away from Tokyo. With this weather, it would take him a good deal of time only to get there, let alone find his friend. How far had he driven already?
There were a few moments of silence, but then Die asked faintly. "Kao, are you still there?"
"Of course I am, idiot! I'm coming to get you. Don't you dare move your ass away now." As the answer were only a few cheerless chuckles, Kaoru thought it couldn't mean anything good and he pressed the gas-pedal down further, speeding as long as he still had clean, plowed, main-road asphalt underneath his wheels.
The snow seemed to increase the further he got and in the outskirts, it was so heavy already that Kaoru had to use the highest setting of the windshield wipers to be able to see the road although the street-lanterns were still lighting his way.
Again some time passed in silence with only the soothing sound of Die breathing into the phone. "Kao?" The older guitarist could practically hear how his friend had opened his mouth to speak, could tell that his tongue was heavy, probably from the alcohol. "Hmmm?" He had to focus on taking the right turn at a crossroad, leaving Tokyo behind him on a road that would take him to highway 24.
"I lied."
"That's okay. Just stay where you are and then we talk." Somehow Kaoru understood that this was urgent, that he needed to find his friend soon and he caught himself wishing he had repeated that kiss once to show Die it was okay and maybe even that it had meant something.
"No!" Die yelled, sobbing into the phone. "It's not okay. 'Cause I'm NOT over you!"
Kaoru could hear Die snuffle and again there was some rustling, but he remained silent after that. Neither of them knew what to say.
Kaoru had to focus on driving which was nearly impossible due to all the thoughts that were occupying his mind right now. Out of town, the roads weren't plowed and he seemed to be the only one driving there. More than once, he almost lost control over the car in a curve, the rear breaking out. Tears were running down his cheeks from staring at the non-existent road, the headlights seemingly making it harder to see as the snow was blinding him when it was hit by them and his neck started to hurt from the strain.
Then, around a bend, he could see something further ahead. Weak tail-lights of a car. When he got closer, his heart almost stopped beating. The car had gotten off the road. A few seconds later, a flash of fear and worries hit him when he noticed it was Die's red Mitsubishi sport back.
In a small distance, Kaoru stopped his car, put on the emergency flasher and jumped off the car, the phone still in his hand. "DIE?" He ran forward screaming, slipping on the snow. "Die, are you in the car?" His heart was going a thousand miles an hour and he didn't notice the burning pain in his hip. Without trying to halt his fall, he had taken the blow not to let go of the phone.
At an instant, he was back on his feet again, sliding towards the wreck. It looked as if Die had wanted to invite the tree for a drive, because the front was totally smashed there, the car wrapped around the tree where the passenger-seat once used to be. Only a bit more to the right and it would have been worse...
Huffing, blowing long streams of smoky breath from his mouth, the older guitarist came to a halt at the driver's door, holding onto the roof-rail with his free hand not to slip again. There he was, his friend, sitting in his seat still, but Kaoru couldn't see if he was okay or not as the windows were blurred. "Die?" he asked into the phone softly. "It's me..."
For a moment, nothing happened, but then a hand wiped away the wetness from the inside of the window and a set of weary eyes were turning to look at him. Kaoru dropped the phone and pulled the leaver, yanking the door open. "Gods Die, what were you thinking? Are you okay? C'mon, I get you to a hospital. You must be freezing. How could you drive drunk?" Everything burst free at once, but when he took the younger guitarist's hand to pull him out of the car, Die was resisting, shaking his head.
"No, just leave me here to die," he said defiantly. "I messed it all up."
Kaoru knew it was the alcohol speaking and he carefully tried to see if his friend had any injuries but couldn't see anything, only the deflated airbag hanging down the steering-wheel. "It's okay. Everything's going to be fine." Again, he tugged Die's icy hand. "You'll freeze in here. C'mon, it's warm in my car."
Reluctantly, the younger man shifted to the side, setting one foot into the snow that reached up to his calf. Once he had stood up completely, Kaoru simply grabbed him into a tight hug, unable to be angry anymore. He was only grateful to have found him alive.
For a few seconds, they were standing there like that but then the cold became too dominant and Kaoru turned to get back to his car, never letting go of Die's hand. He was way too afraid the younger man could try something funny again, knowing that alcohol tended to get him weird ideas at times. Without further problems, they made it to his car and soon were on their way back to Tokyo.
Nobody spoke a word and the silence weighed heavily on their shoulders. What to say? How to explain? Both men asked themselves the same questions. After what had felt like an eternity, Kaoru finally turned to look at Die through the mirror.
"So," he began and suddenly had to laugh. How could this not be some kind of freakin' dream? This was simply too off the hook not to laugh about it. Yet, he tried to pull himself together and asked.
"Are you now over me or not?" No matter how hard he tried, a few chuckles were still slipping him.
The question made Die turn to look at him straight and a grin found its way to his lips. He now saw clearly how stupid he had acted and that he deserved his friend's mocking.
In the attempt to look pondering, he pursed his lips. "No," he shook his head a bit. "Actually, I wished I were under you."
That settled it. They didn't need more words, knowing each other through and through after being friends for more than a decade. That night, Kaoru took Die to his apartment and he made it up for the missed second kiss, showing Die what it meant to be 'under' him.
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Praise you for this!
And in all honesty I couldn't help but to grin all the time I read. Die was being the most adorable fool in the world. And bless Kaoru for having this shitload of patience. XD
Brilliant. ^^
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And beware, like promised we have a multichap up and yes, just for you, it's Die and Kao :D
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Just for me? Oh, you charmer! But finally Die and Kaoru T___T me is soo happy!! I'll be looking forward to it! :D
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Haha, you know not just for you but maybe I can sit down once and write you a nice DiexKao smut thingy x)
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I figured. XD But yeah, that sounds niiice. I've spread my requests all over LJ by now. *lol* This world's supposed to get flooded by DiexKao smut! Die perfekte Welle! :B
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I'm so glad you like it hun, because partly I wrote it for you anyways. I always do, 'cause creating something to please you is always the most important thing.
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*hugs tight* That's the same with me! If you like what I write, it's always the most important thing :D
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I'd have been mean like that*huggles*no subject
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I would expect Kao to be the bottom than the top, since he is a lot smaller than Die ^^
I still liked the story very much ^^
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Hmm, I don't think being a top has anything to do with height. Small people are far more aggressive and usually more determined than tall ones; especially men. And well, I see Kao as a clear top and Die's legs are so nicely long to wrap around his hips x)
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but then super Kaoru came to the rescue, so yay! \o/
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I'm so glad Kao found him <3 and the conversations mostly made me lol...seriously, to quote someone above :"When have you ever been under me?' XD -thwaps Kaoru- I would have totally hung up too if I were drunk and angsty and stuff.
Love it <3
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Thank you for your comment dear!
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AH! I am in love with this!
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Thank you! Heh, just the thought of Die slurring into the phone and spilling his inner feelings that he never dared to say is very enticing. What do they say? Drunks and kids always say the truth, eh?