Overture to the Snowball Effect

Honestly, I never thought I could hear something so out-of-left-field come from such a cute girls lips. In fact, I never thought a cute girl would even utter the exact words that I heard that night.

'Yu… ffie.'

'…?'

Though, it wasn't the poor girls fault at all. She was totally knocked out at the time, completely unconscious. She's a heavy sleeper. Yet from what I remember from our last shenanigans, she was never a talker. Far from it.

"… I…"

Her mouth, I guess, just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"… lo… ve…"

What was the wrong place? Her dreams. When was the wrong time? A sleepover.

"… you."

If only I had been asleep, at the time. If only my mind would've decided to shut up and shut down before hers did. I mentally gave myself the finger for being a light insomniac.

I'm no narrator but I can recall it all so clearly, as clear as any memory can get. I can remember how suddenly my chest hurt, realizing that the loud drumming in my ears was my heart having a total freakout. It may have been pretty humid that night, but it felt like someone lit a match on either side of my cheeks. I panicked.

'Maybe it was just the window fan?' I thought.

I gathered alittle courage. quietly as I can I sat up, leaned closer to the oblivious girl lying next to me on the floor. My eyes had adjusted to the dark, so the first thing I saw on that pale white face was her black eyelashes, like something from a nouveau art painting. Then I saw her auburn turned inky brown hair. Light from the window kept bouncing off her sleeping bag, and strangely her lips. Those damn lips moved again.

"Yuffie…" I flinched. "Ho…ld… me." Then I couldn't freaking move. Hell, I didn't sleep the rest of the night.

How did I feel about this? Well I was flattered! In my whole high school career, I've never had an attractive girl, with a nice personality openly like me (even if she was unconscious at the time). Hell, an attractive person, with personality in general never openly liked me. It was always the creepy guys who watched Kill Bill too many times who wanted to date me, since I seemed to completely cure of their yellow fever.

Yet, she was my best friend. She was like a little sister to me (even though we were in the same grade… though… I was held back in kindergarten due to some stupid illness shit, but yeah…). Even our moms are, like, lifelong friends!

I was also shocked. In societies standards she was too good for me. She was always the other half who got a job before I never did. She was always the one who learned to drive before I did, and she was the one who figured out her life before I ever did. She even got a huge freaking scholarship. Good grades, good recognition, promising future so why would she go out of her way after me? Of all people…

Now when it comes to sexuality… I didn't know. I guess I was too focused, on those two main feelings to really care if I was even attracted to her at the time. My dating history if you looked at it would seem long, yet all of them spanned from one hour to a week. All of them were boys, but I never really found myself taking a second glance at a girl either.

Experience does matter though, but the only girl who ever kissed me was a sketchy slut named Larxene. Yet she only did that to piss me off. She knew I hated her guts.

God I can remember that snide smirk after she did that. I swear to you everything went red. I was fucking crazed, like some fucking psycho chimp. I felt pretty violated.

"What. The. Fuck?"

"Sex is fluid darling." She cooed. Then just like that she walked off, while Riku and Sora held me, keeping me from running after her and tearing her limb from limb. The weird part was, that Kairi's reaction to it was just standing there, with a strangely constipated expression. After a moment, she said, as if she had come to the most shocking revelation, "She got that from Shane…"

I should've known what she was talking about at the time, but I can be kind of sheltered and simple depending on the situations.

Everybody says that your senior year is your quickest year in high school. Yet I had this looming feeling that it wasn't going to start out that way.

In conclusion: from this day forward I don't ever want to be young again. It's much too tiring for my small, simple brain.

I don't have a beta. Critical reviews are always welcome. Chapter two will be up soon. In a week, I guarantee you.