Detention wasn't the funnest thing in the world, especially when your
teachers and your parent-guardians were sour. Tidus angrily wrote, "I will
complete my homework from now on" for the twenty-seventh time. I will
complete my homework from now on....just one hundred seventy-three more to
go....
The longer hand on the clock moved to the twelve as Tidus dropped off the two page long sheets of lines onto the teacher's desk, grabbed his bag, and ran out the door...
He was so busted. Last time he got into detention, he had told Auron he signed up for the social event, but this time he'd have to tell the truth why he came home an hour late from school.
I am so busted, he thought, skidding over the floor as he turned the corner in the hall. Luckily he was a fast racer...unluckily he lived fifteen minutes from school. Fifteen minutes driving.
"Ow!"
"Ow!"
He hadn't noticed that he crashed straight into Yuna.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" he quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, Yuna-san, sorry!"
"It's alright," she replied, smiling up at him. "It's not like you killed anyone, is it?" she laughed softly. "What?"
"Huh?" said Tidus, unaware that he was slowly turning very red. "N- nothing," He leaned down and picked up her book for her. "Sorry, about that," he repeated, handing it to her.
"I'm fine!" she said merrily, "You don't have to apologize like that!"
Tidus nodded, and quickly hurried his way.
Yuna turned and called to him, "Don't run, you might crash into something!"
Tidus turned around and waved to her, "Don't worry, I won't—"
Boom—splash
He collided painfully with the janitor's cart. Completely wet with the detergent-soap-water, Tidus lifted the yellow bucket off his head and set it back onto the ugly yellow cart and placed the mop inside. His ears felt as if they were on fire.
Yuna was giggling softly, and then she yelled, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" he yelled back, his face beginning to heat up too. "I'm fine!"
"Are you sure?" she asked earnestly, walking up and examining his soapy and soaking clothes. "You're very—wet."
Tidus looked sheepishly at her. "Yeah..." He could feel his face popping the thermometer...
"Say, are you going to the dance tonight?"
"Huh? Yeah—maybe—I guess,"
"Alright! See you there!" She smiled sweetly.
And with that he ran down the hall and out the school door.
XIXIXIXIX
Could I have been anymore clumsier? Tidus asked himself later on. And right in front of Yuna, too, for a matter.
Not only was Yuna popular and nice and sweet, she was pretty cute, too. Although he would never tell anyone, he told himself, he liked her. Yeah, and also the fact that his face would turn hot enough to melt steel every time they talked.
Tidus was panting by the time he reached his driveway. And he didn't have an excuse for that matter.
"Ohhhhh, Tidus!"
Rikku came running down from the porch. "Why are you so late?"
Tidus walked around his rowdy blond cousin. "None of your business, Rikku,"
"What?" Rikku walked in front of him again. "Did you get yourself a girl?"
"Wadya mean?" asked Tidus in surprise. "No," he added quickly.
"Or," said Rikku, blocking Tidus's way again, "Did you get detention..."
"Bug off, will you?" Tidus snapped, "I have a house to go into,"
"Hm, do you now?" said Rikku slowly, acting as if Tidus was mentally retarded, and the added quickly, "You're so busted!"
"Ugh," sighed Tidus as Rikku slammed the screen door. Tidus could hear her "Auron, Tidus got himself into detention—again!"
I'll just go to Wakka's, concluded Tidus, starting off towards his friend's house.
His clothes started feel uncomfortably sticky to his skin...
"Never mind," he said to himself, turning around and heading up the steps again. He'd just have to face it.
"We're having takeout tonight," said Rikku as soon as he walked in. Tidus glared at her. "What?" she mouthed.
"Did you get yourself into detention again," asked Auron, throwing the boxes of Chinese takeout onto the table. Rikku eagerly grabbed one and looked in eagerly as if it were a lottery ticket. "Chow mien! My fave!" she exclaimed merrily, taking it up to her room.
Probably going to blabber on the phone for the rest of the night, thought Tidus glumly.
"What did you do this time?" Auron asked dully.
"What—nothing much," replied Tidus, as dully as he could.
"What's nothing much?" inquired Auron, taking his arm out of one sleeve (A/N: like always) and picking up a box of chow mien.
Tidus was silent for a moment. "I didn't do my homework," he replied simply.
"Is that enough to get you into detention? What homework?"
Tidus groaned. Auron knew—predicted everything.
"A....essay" said Tidus, hoping that would pass.
"What essay?"
Tidus kicked at the ground.
Auron sighed, still as dull as ever. "A report worth more than ten percent of your grade late for over a month?"
Tidus sighed. Right on.
XIXIXIXIX
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The longer hand on the clock moved to the twelve as Tidus dropped off the two page long sheets of lines onto the teacher's desk, grabbed his bag, and ran out the door...
He was so busted. Last time he got into detention, he had told Auron he signed up for the social event, but this time he'd have to tell the truth why he came home an hour late from school.
I am so busted, he thought, skidding over the floor as he turned the corner in the hall. Luckily he was a fast racer...unluckily he lived fifteen minutes from school. Fifteen minutes driving.
"Ow!"
"Ow!"
He hadn't noticed that he crashed straight into Yuna.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" he quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, Yuna-san, sorry!"
"It's alright," she replied, smiling up at him. "It's not like you killed anyone, is it?" she laughed softly. "What?"
"Huh?" said Tidus, unaware that he was slowly turning very red. "N- nothing," He leaned down and picked up her book for her. "Sorry, about that," he repeated, handing it to her.
"I'm fine!" she said merrily, "You don't have to apologize like that!"
Tidus nodded, and quickly hurried his way.
Yuna turned and called to him, "Don't run, you might crash into something!"
Tidus turned around and waved to her, "Don't worry, I won't—"
Boom—splash
He collided painfully with the janitor's cart. Completely wet with the detergent-soap-water, Tidus lifted the yellow bucket off his head and set it back onto the ugly yellow cart and placed the mop inside. His ears felt as if they were on fire.
Yuna was giggling softly, and then she yelled, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" he yelled back, his face beginning to heat up too. "I'm fine!"
"Are you sure?" she asked earnestly, walking up and examining his soapy and soaking clothes. "You're very—wet."
Tidus looked sheepishly at her. "Yeah..." He could feel his face popping the thermometer...
"Say, are you going to the dance tonight?"
"Huh? Yeah—maybe—I guess,"
"Alright! See you there!" She smiled sweetly.
And with that he ran down the hall and out the school door.
XIXIXIXIX
Could I have been anymore clumsier? Tidus asked himself later on. And right in front of Yuna, too, for a matter.
Not only was Yuna popular and nice and sweet, she was pretty cute, too. Although he would never tell anyone, he told himself, he liked her. Yeah, and also the fact that his face would turn hot enough to melt steel every time they talked.
Tidus was panting by the time he reached his driveway. And he didn't have an excuse for that matter.
"Ohhhhh, Tidus!"
Rikku came running down from the porch. "Why are you so late?"
Tidus walked around his rowdy blond cousin. "None of your business, Rikku,"
"What?" Rikku walked in front of him again. "Did you get yourself a girl?"
"Wadya mean?" asked Tidus in surprise. "No," he added quickly.
"Or," said Rikku, blocking Tidus's way again, "Did you get detention..."
"Bug off, will you?" Tidus snapped, "I have a house to go into,"
"Hm, do you now?" said Rikku slowly, acting as if Tidus was mentally retarded, and the added quickly, "You're so busted!"
"Ugh," sighed Tidus as Rikku slammed the screen door. Tidus could hear her "Auron, Tidus got himself into detention—again!"
I'll just go to Wakka's, concluded Tidus, starting off towards his friend's house.
His clothes started feel uncomfortably sticky to his skin...
"Never mind," he said to himself, turning around and heading up the steps again. He'd just have to face it.
"We're having takeout tonight," said Rikku as soon as he walked in. Tidus glared at her. "What?" she mouthed.
"Did you get yourself into detention again," asked Auron, throwing the boxes of Chinese takeout onto the table. Rikku eagerly grabbed one and looked in eagerly as if it were a lottery ticket. "Chow mien! My fave!" she exclaimed merrily, taking it up to her room.
Probably going to blabber on the phone for the rest of the night, thought Tidus glumly.
"What did you do this time?" Auron asked dully.
"What—nothing much," replied Tidus, as dully as he could.
"What's nothing much?" inquired Auron, taking his arm out of one sleeve (A/N: like always) and picking up a box of chow mien.
Tidus was silent for a moment. "I didn't do my homework," he replied simply.
"Is that enough to get you into detention? What homework?"
Tidus groaned. Auron knew—predicted everything.
"A....essay" said Tidus, hoping that would pass.
"What essay?"
Tidus kicked at the ground.
Auron sighed, still as dull as ever. "A report worth more than ten percent of your grade late for over a month?"
Tidus sighed. Right on.
XIXIXIXIX
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