Okay, so this is kind of random, slightly OOC, and mostly for my enjoyment, but... if you read it, I wouldn't mind a review. : )
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN FF7 OR ITS CHARACTERS. For the umpteenth time. Enjoy...?
"Vinnie, I hafta tell you something." Yuffie shuffled her feet, looking embarrassed.
He sighed, and would have rolled his eyes if he wasn't worried about offending her. "Yes, Yuffie?"
"I...kinda...sorta...um...like you."
"I like you too, Yuffie." He replied, carefully.
"No, not like that. Like, I love you."
A pause.
"Oh."
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I remember that. Really, horrendously clearly. I mean, I can never remember the good stuff, only the major screw-ups. Like this one. Yeah, that was a screw-up. He just sort of looked at me like I was nuts, you know?
And then apologized and left, leaving me standing there looking like the biggest freaking moron in the history of Gaia.
Harsh, right? I know.
It gets worse. We were still two days away from Midgar, travelling together to attend a 5-day AVALANCHE party. So I was stuck with Vin, the dark-and-broody-dotdotdot-ing-insomniac-y-vampiric-really-friggin'-hot-and-somewhat-old-guy-who-would-never-like-me-back.
It sucked.
Not to mention the fact that we'd be surrounded by couples. Lots and lots of couples. Tifa and Cloud, Shera and Cid... Barrett and his wife, Nanaki and his newfound mate...
Me, Vince, Denzel-the-emo and Marlene-the-kid were the only single people there besides fricking CAIT SITH.
Okay. Marlene, obviously, had an excuse. She's waaaaay too young to date.
Me and Vince and Denzel have no excuses. I was seventeen, Vince was Leviathan-knows-how-old, and Denzel is... wait. I remember that I asked about that...
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"Vin? How old is Denzel?"
"Seventeen. Why do you want to know?"
"Just checking. Sheesh, you could sound a little less hopeful..."
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Stupid Broody-Fucking-McBroodles, I thought.
If I hadn't been so hurt by the blatant rejection, I think I'd have had a tantrum.
Anyways, it turned out that Denz was SEVENTEEN.
Either he's super ugly or really antisocial, I thought. I don't know, 'cause last time I saw him we were little titches anyways. Well, he was a titch, I was a ninja. Which means I was cooler.
I remember that. We were travelling together, and suddenly she confessed that she had feelings for me.
Which was somewhat awkward. I tried to put it gently, but I just didn't know what to say.
More like you were being a wimp. You totally should've screwed her brains out right then and there, you pansy motherfu-
AHEM.
As I was saying, I had absolutely no idea.
You sound like such a prick right now. Get a fucking life, wouldja?
Chaos, we've talked about this. When I'm narrating, you're supposed to-
And since when do I listen to you, emoman? I'll talk when I fucking want to!
Fine. Just fine.
Damn right just fine. Ass.
Anyways. I remember that afterwards, she was staring off into space, occasionally making a face or blinking. Once she asked me how old Denzel was. Hopefully she'll be interested in him, I thought, and she must have guessed it because she said something about me looking hopeful.
As I said, man, you SO should've fucked her right then and there. I mean, it wouldn't have killed you to GET SOME ALREADY. You should have just said some crap about her eyes and then DONE HER.
...
...Well, the point was, she wasn't interested. Can't blame her, really, because she hadn't seen Denzel for years-
Not to mention the fact that you're really hot.
...Thank you?
It'd be better if you actually used that to get laid. I mean, you could get a job as a manwhore! Why waste it?
Why would I want to be a manwhore?
Um, hello? Not only is the sex free, but THEY pay YOU. Just imagine you're doing Jessica Alba or whatever and have fun!
Who's Jessica Alba?
...Never mind.
...Anyways, after a tedious and very awkward trip, we finally arrived at the party.
I remember that day pretty well. Tifa was all happy, y'know? She likes it when we have guests, no matter how much work it is. Cloud was out getting groceries when Cid came in with Shera and Barrett, and we started talking. That's why I didn't notice when Vince and Yuffie came in. Apparently they were pretty grimy, because I vaguely remember Tifa offering the use of the shower. They both accepted the offer, too.
Vincent came down first. That actually kind of surprised me, 'cause he supposed to be a gentleman or whatever. At least, he's old enough.
About fifteen minutes later, I hear someone coming down the stairs, and I'm like hey, it's probably Yuffie. So I turn in my seat and...
Well...
There she was. The last time I'd seen her, she was a bony klepto kid. She was still slim, but she jut looked so... I guess the word would be beautiful. You've seen her, right? Beautiful eyes, pretty lips, legs longer than Sephiroth's masamune, smooth skin, cute hair. Nice clothes and all that. Tifa saw me looking, and she sort of smiled, like she knew something I didn't.
She was right.
I was in love.
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Oh, man, what I remember about that day. I was all grimy, and I wouldn't let Vinnie polite-ize me into taking the first shower. Then I was walking down the stairs, not really looking anywhere. I remember Tifa was smiling about something, and I was just looking around. I got down the stiars and sat down in one of the chairs and I saw Cloud raising his colorless eyebrows at someone, and I looked at who it was, and it was Denzel.
Except, I didn't recognize him at first. I remember staring for a few seconds and then going; "Sweet Leviathan. Denzel?" and he laughed. And although I was kind of still infatuated with Vinnie the Pooh, I still noticed that Denzel was neither super ugly nor emo...
In fact, he's kind of really hot. Tanned, long-ish hair that looks super good on him, bluey-green eyes... and, well, let's just say him and Cloud probably hit the gym together. It was kind of a nice surprise.
And then I remembered he was my age and that Vinnie had rejected me, and that the best remedy for a broken heart is...
A REALLY HOT BOY.
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That day was confusing. I was downstairs, sitting beside Denzel, and Yuffie came downstairs. Suddenly, the two adolescents were staring at each other. For some reason, I found this slightly unsettling. I think it was probably that I am very used to attention from Yuffie, and it was odd not having her staring at me. Of course, this was completely unfair of me-
Bullshit! Bullshit! Triple Bullshit! You were jealous. Simple as that, man. YOU WERE JEALOUS BECAUSE SHE WAS INTERESTED IN A KID LESS THAN HALF YOUR AGE..... Hahahahaha.
Perhaps, perhaps not. I don't think so.
Anyways, that day-
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-That day was yesterday-
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And, Leviathan help me, I have no idea what's going to happen next.