Authors Note: I said I wouldn't- a million times- but I think it needs a sequel. I have more thoughts in my head that need to be written down when it comes to Cloud and Reno, and I feel like a sequel will do it justice. Hopefully it won't drag Cherry Soda Boy into the mud- and hopefully you will like this sequel. It won't be as long as Cherry Soda Boy, trust me. Infact it will be arguable MUCH shorter. 6-16 chapters, depending on what I feel is right. I will see how much I will update- I currently have three other stories in the works that need to be finished. I hope you guys like the sequel!

Dark Blue Eyes

Sequel to Cherry Soda Boy

Chapter One

Happily Never After

I hated fairy tales growing up, because they were dressed in nothing but sweet lies and pretty words. They did nothing but bring back the backwards ideas from a society that had long since died off- and yet we still read them to our children without batting an eye, not even thinking about the damage we, as parents, could be causing their young minds. As young boy, a teenager, and even a young adult I scoffed at them, curses at them, and even tore out the pages to watch their lies bleed onto the floor. I hated them…because "happy ever after," just didn't happen in the real world. You would think me, who found love, would have changed his mind. I didn't. Because "happily ever after" didn't happen in my world.

I wish I could say that it all turned out great for me and my cherry soda boy. Oh yes, and just be as bad as those damned fairy tales I hate with every fiber of my being. I refuse to remain a hypocrite- I have been one for too long. The only reason why I ended it there, with our glorious re-uniting at the ruins of the church, was because that was the end of that story. The plight with Shinra, the damage of Sephiroth, and the cursed mind of an angst ridden teenager ended there. That moment. I thought, and I was foolish enough to think such a thought, everything was going to be okay…I wish it had been. I wish we didn't hurt each other the way we did.

We were deluding ourselves I think. We were teenagers what did you expect? We wanted nothing more to spend every second, every precious moment, of our short lives in each others strong, but fragile, arms. But we had hopes and dreams that would only disappear if we allowed ourselves that fantasy. We were sixteen when we first began our love affair, and as our senior year approached my mind raced with a million thoughts of the future. A future that, as much included him in it's carefully worded pages, couldn't happen if I allowed myself to latch on to his safe body. And it was a decision I had made early on, and it was something I kept from him until the last possible second. A bad choice? Maybe. A tragic ending? Depending how you choose to look at it.

The real question is: Am I happy with the way my life turned out?
I guess you have to read to find out.