I am so good at making up names for parents. Woohoo!

This is high school based Reti. Yay! All rights square enix. You knew that, though.


Tifa rolled her chocolate eyes as her mother chatted away with the neighbor, the one with the bright red hair and big teal eyes. She sat in the passenger's side of her mom's car, the red head leaning in through the driver's window to discuss whatever they did to pass the time, as if they were purposely making Tifa later to school than she already was.

"So this weekend do you and Tysato want to come to that new gambling place with me and Jambo?" Tifa's mother said, a wide smile on her face. Her mom had blonde hair, those big brown eyes and the same curved lips that Tifa inherited.

"Yes! Though what day? Friday is Reno's birthday. Turning eighteen, you know." Komi said through the window.

"Wow! I remember when he and Tifa played together so much. Right Teef?" Lana, Tifa's mother, patted her daughter's shoulder assuringly at Komi, and a perfect set of teeth sarcastically exposed from Tifa's mouth.

"Yeah. Totally." Normally, Tifa would be a bit more friendly and less grouchy, but then again, normally, a neighbor wouldn't come out and run up to your car as you're leaving to go somewhere at eight in the morning. Or maybe it was because the subject of a certain Reno wasn't really her idea of good morning topic. How she despised him and his dumb group of friends. Sure, they played when they were like four. But now, they were forced into this friendship by their mothers. How humiliating.

The two older women continued to gossip and talk as Tifa pulled down the little flip mirror from the roof on the inside of the car, looking at her tired eyes. Slight bags were formed underneath; the make up from yesterday wasn't washed off. Her clear, porcelain face was pale, an angel's skin. Her lips were rosy and her hair slightly messy. Typical morning when your alarm clock doesn't wake you up. Or well, typical in Tifa's case.

The young beauty sighed heavily, wishing that she were still asleep in her bed, warm with the covers twined around her legs in just the right way, her head sunken into a pool of pillows, the blinds closed and the lights turned off.


"This morning I was talking with Lana Lockheart. She invited me and your father to go with her and her husband to that new place that just opened up downtown. You know, the gambling one." Komi stated, chewing and talking at the same time. Reno and his parents ate the food his father cooked, sitting at the wooden table.

"When?" Reno asked, hoping that it was the day of his birthday. Nothing would make him happier than having his parents away, the house open for a party.

"Well, Lana said that we could get hotel rooms for Friday only, the rest of the weekend is booked out and Monday I have work in the morning to sleeping out on a Sunday night wont work for me." Komi looked at her husband as he nodded along with what she was saying.

"So are you alright with us not spending your birthday with you?" Tysato asked his son, Reno. "We'd be trusting you too. No crazy parties. No drinking." His stern voice was like concrete.

"No it's totally fine if you're not here Friday," Reno smirked. "I wont do anything bad, no worries. It's me you're talking about." He stuffed some fried veggies into his mouth, chewing obnoxiously.

"Are you sure? Sweetie, we could always go away next weekend." His mother's warm voice was velvet compared to his father's sand paper words. "You can have some people over, like Rude or Tsung or Elena. A little birthday celebration wont hurt."

"On one condition though, you have to invite the girl from next door. What's her name again?" Tysato said.

Reno's eyes went wide. "Tifa? Are you serious? Dad—"

"Hey. You're lucky we're trusting you. Now you invite Tifa, her parents openly invited your mother and myself to go with them, so it's only right."

"Not fair." Reno replied, his voice brattier than a two year olds.

"Reno," Komi seriously said, placing her fork down on her plate. She looked her son in the eyes. "I don't care. At least do this for your parents."

"Ugh. Whatever." Reno stood up, getting out of the chair. "I'm done eating. I'll be in my room." He grabbed his plate, half of the food eaten, and walked into the kitchen, placing the plate on the counter. A mischievous smile spread across his face. How dumb can his parents be?