I felt like writing something FFVII, and this is the result. Formatting idea from Pasht's story 'The Chess Match', who got the idea from Rinaidran Warrior's story 'I Dare You'. (both Zelda stories)

Let me know if you'd like to see it continued; if I get enough reviews, I might make this more than a oneshot.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yuffie, Tifa, or anything else that has to do with FFVII

"Alright, Yuffster, we're in the car. What's the first thing you're going to do?"

"Er… start it up?"

"… no."

"Oh. Hm… uh… how 'bout… put on my seat belt?"

"Well, yes, that's a good thing to do. Go ahead and put your seat belt on."

"Okay, now I start up the car, right?"

"No, not yet."

"What? Why not?"

"You haven't adjusted the seat, or mirrors."

"Huh? Why do I have to do that?"

"Yuffie, Barret was the last one to drive; the seat is set too far back for you."

"What? How can you tell?"

"Your feet barely reach the pedals, and you have to lean forward to touch the steering wheel!"

"Oh, right."

"Good. Now adjust the mirrors."

"Hang on. I want to recline a little more."

"The side mirrors should be set so you can see into the next lane, that way- Yuffie! What are you doing!"

"What?"

"You can't drive like that!"

"Why not?"

"How will you see where you're going!"

"But this is more comfortable!"

"I don't care. Sit the seat back up."

"Oh, fine… hmph. You're so picky."

"I'll take that as a compliment. Now-"

"We start up the car, right?"

"Yes, we start up the-"

"Woohoo! This is going to be great!"

"Okay, calm down. Put the car in reverse. Go slow backing out of this driveway."

"Reverse. Slow. Right. Got it."

"Now, gently let off the brake…"

"Brake?"

"... Yuffie…"

"Kidding! I'm just kidding! Geez, can't take a joke…"

"Yuffie, if you can't be serious about this, I'm taking away your Knights of the Round materia."

"No! Please! Don't! I'll be good!"

"Okay. This driveway's a little uphill. You might need to give it a little gas to-woaaah! YUFFIE!"

"Oops. Sorry about that."

"That mailbox was government property!"

"You told me to give it some gas!"

"I said a little gas! A little! As in 'not enough to run down that mailbox'!"

"Well, now you explain it…"

"… you're going to have to pay for that mailbox, you know."

"Why? It's the not our mailbox. Let the neighbors worry about it."

"Yuffie, do you have any moral standards whatsoever?"

"Moral whats?"

"That's it. Turn around, we're going back."

"But- but- but!"

"Right now, Yuffie. I'm not built to stand this kind of driving."

"But, Tifa, we're barely out of the driveway! How am I supposed to turn around?"

"Fine! Then just put it in dri- okay. Good. We're on a little bit of a hill, so put your foot on the brake. Yuffie, put your foot on the-"

"We're hardly moving; don't worry so much."

"Yuffie! BRAAAKE!"

CRUNCH! SCRAPE! SCRAPE! Creeeeak…

"…"

"…"

"…"

"Well, uh, hehe, I guess they don't make garage doors like they used to."