Now don't get mushy on me. Strike a pose. I'm going to smile, just like this. Ha ha. Yeah, I think it's goofy, too. Stop laughing.

You keep on laughing.

Okay, okay, I get it. I look up at your ordinary black umbrella, your giggles still carried in the air. I soon begin laughing at your laughter. I bet right now some old people are looking at us and remembering about their times like this. They'd be all, oh, I should find that ex-boyfriend of mine to go play poker.

Okay, yeah, probably not. I knew you'd say that. Okay, I might as well get this out.

I'm trying not to stutter, I promise.

I finally mutter what I'm trying to say. Yeah, I really, really, really like you Yuffie. You're cute and nice. You're really funny, I don't think there's a time when I'm with you and not laughing. You like cookies, I like cookies.

Okay, I'm going to cut to the chase. Yuffie, as much as I really hate to say this, I never, ever want to date you.

Ugh, don't look at me like that. You're supposed to be smiling. Okay, it's not you! Don't look at me like that! It's not me either. And don't tell me to stop raising my eyebrows. I might need to look smug.

It's better than looking crazy or sad. It's better than looking as weird as you do right now. You have this fire in your eyes, your face is all red, and your nose is running. You look like a clown.

Strike a pose.

You're right. This isn't time for a joke. Okay, this is why. I really do like you. I know you like me, but, well, there's this thing called the Keyblade. I hate to go sarcastic on you, but I have this little-bitty responsibility. And then I have to go home.

Yeah, it does suck.

Well, now that I've gone through this, care for some ice cream?

You drop your umbrella, handle just flying out of your hand. The entire object is tumbling onto the ground.

And you're laughing like a geek. I start up the goofy smile, and you say, yeah, I bet I can beat you there.

Oh, Yuffie, strike a pose.


just review.
not sure what genre this is.
so i put general. lol