Author's Notes: Wahhh, do you guys know how hard it is to write this especially when you are 100 sure Cleris is canon?!?! I didn't want it to be cliché so ah…oh well, please enjoy reading this drabble. This is 31 Obsession for the 100 CloudxAerith Themes Challenge...please read and review!!!!

Aerith

Pink ribbon, pink dress. Pink? Definitely. He gazed over her long hair, tied in a ponytail which she unusually does. Brown? No. It wouldn't be brown, it would have to be something like chestnut, or anything graceful than brown. He set his eyes to hers, green eyes? No, Cloud disagreed. It won't be plain green if they kept twinkling. Maybe some sort of hazel. Yep. He finally got over that. And with his conclusion, this woman he'd been eyeing on was definitely Aerith.

He wondered why he knew a lot of things about her. Like the fact she is left-handed on pens and right-handed on chalks. He also knew that she owns about the same nine pink ribbons she usually wears, she'd rather walk barefoot when raining…dear, he even wondered how he knew these things.

Aerith was flirty and…she likes to move. A lot. She can't keep herself in one place without her doing something or walking around to see what everyone's been doing. She would also willingly help at almost everything. Aerith talks a lot. When she would start so, everything would go fast forward, and sometimes, it needed to be recorded. It seemed like she had a lot to say for everything frankly, and sometimes she would go way to far, that not even Yuffie can handle. Maybe only he could…

Aerith loves flowers. And it may seem that she was obsessed with it, because she even smells like lilies from breakfast. Aerith was sitting across him, Aerith with her finger twirling around her brown-no, chestnut hair, Aerith, murmuring to herself…gawd, how inspired Cloud was, ne???

He knew so much about her, but Cloud couldn't even say something for himself. Oh, but he was sure for one thing.

Cloud,

lyks,

lurves,

likes,

loves,

Aerith.

Aerith likes to smile. And right now she was smiling at him, with her twinkling green—no, not green, her hazel eyes and her finger twirling around her brown-no, chestnut hair.

"Hello Cloud,"