Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy 7 (god dammit!)
I walked down the street. I was thinking of you. How out of all the girls, you chose me. There were all those girls that liked you. But you said you wanted to be with me.
I was happy. My mind was all turning to mush when you said those three words. Little did I know that tonight I was going to find out it was all a lie.
I remember you. You, Cloud. Hearthrob of the campus. Girls would positively swoon under your looks. How you were sweet and caring. If you saw someone being picked on, you would stop it. You had that dangerous side too. Not to mention you were always the joker. Yes, you were what every girl wanted in a man. I would swoon too. But I tried to stay strong. I wouldn't let my knees buckle every time I saw you. Laughing with the popular people. I didn't kiss at your feet.
I thought that for sure you would never notice me. I was the quiet, geeky girl. The only one time I think you ever looked at me was when I was being picked on by those girls. I still remember their shouts.
Girls: Bitch! Slut!
Me:
You: Don't you whores have something better to do.
Girls: Oh right, yeah, sorry Cloud, it won't happen again.
You: You alright?
Me:
Me: Thanks.
You: Smile and walk away
But that was the only time, remember? I was for certain I was just another shadow of a building in the moonlight. I always kept my head down, so of course I would never notice you staring at me.
Then there was that one day. I was walking up the stairs, you were walking down. Surrounded by your friends.
You: Hey guys, I'll catch up with ya.
Them: Okay Cloud, see ya later.
You: Grab me and pull me into the bathroom
You: Hey, Tifa, ya wanna get out of here?
Me: I don't cut class. (How I got those four words out I'll never know)
You: Oh come on, no one'll care.
Me: Fine.
Us: Walking downtown
You: So, what do you do for fun?
Me:
You: Okay...so, you ever cut class before?
Me: ...No.
You: Ever had a boyfriend.
Me: ...No.
You: Why not?
Me:
You: Well, you're pretty, and smart. I mean, you're the quiet type, but that's what guys go for 'cause they hate it when their girlfriends bicker chuckle.
Me:
You: So, if someone were to ask you out, theoretically clear throat, would you say yes?
Me: Dunno.
You: Tifa, you're really pretty and as I said, very smart. I admire you a lot. You've got this whole mysteriousness to you. What it...
Me:
You: Tifa will you go out with me?
Me:
You: ...Okay, I'll give you some time to think about it.
Me: Sure
You: smile that smile that melts girls some guys too
You: Well, I don't plan on going back to school for the rest of the day. What do you want to do?
Me: Eat
You: Blue rain café?
Me: first genuine smile in a long time
YouCappuccino
MeCold Chai & apple pie
You: slurp, slurp
Me: laugh
You: What?
Me: You look like a little kid.
You: smile
It was great how much time we spent together. I could tell girls got jealous. Pretty soon my locker was covered in graffiti.
Locker: Slut Bitch Whore Man-stealer Fucker
But it didn't matter to me. I really didn't care. After all those years of being picked on I was able to tune it out.
And you helped.
You told me it didn't matter. You said they all were just jealous. That they wish they were in my place. You would always throw your arm around my shoulders in school.
Now I remember the time you broke Lawsen Callows fingers. Remember? He was reaching for my butt. You looked down and saw his dirty hands coming for me. You grabbed his fingers and twisted them. I heard a snap.
Later that day you were at the hospital. You happily agreed to pay for the surgery that would fix his swollen hand. You kept that as a mark to show what it meant to mess with your property. I think you called me that quite a few times before.
And I loved it.
I felt like I was the only thing in the world that mattered to you.
But now I see wrong. Because as I walk down this cold, dark street and 21:00, I see you in that Blue rain café. I see you laughing. I see you chatting away. And I see her, sitting across from you, with that gorgeous smile of hers. Talking to you. And then I see you and her kiss. And then I can't see anymore, because my vision is blinded. By my tears.
This is you looking out the window seeing a broken me. Your "only one." But it was all a lie. This is me running down the street, letting it all come out now. This is you running after me. Me. King Popular is running after Queen Geek, yelling how sorry he is for hurting her.
Bull. Shit.
You caught me. You held me and whispered how sorry you were. Yeah right. I got away. I ran down the street. I ran into my house. Up the stairs. Into my room. Slam the door. Jump on the bed. Cry. Cry. Cry. And then I sit by the window. And I gaze out the window. I am young. I will live. I can find love again.
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Raven's Notes:
I had this idea in my head for my next story even though I need to finish my other story (told you this one would be longer). Well, tomorrow, I have to pack, and then it's off to Europe for FIVE weeks. So this story may not be updated for a while. But NOTE: THIS IS NOT A ONESHOT. I will make it a chapter story. It was originally was going to be a oneshot, but majority of my stories have some kind of tragic ending where Cloud and Tifa aren't together, so I'm finally gonna make a genuine Cloti.
Ravens ::The Shadow Watchers::