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Chapter 2:

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Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock...

Tifa sighed, her chin rested in her palm as she stared at the clock. 'How much longer until this stupid meeting is over? It's less interesting than Reno said it would be.Blah blah blah is all I hear.'

"Any questions?" the man asked, looking around the table for any hint of life. No one stirred, so he began to continue before there was a knock at the door. "Miss Lockheart, A man is waiting outside for you."

Tifa smiled and shot up from her seat, glad that she wouldn't have to hear anymore about this vampire-study and finances BS.

"Okay, I'll see everybody later!" she smiled, bolting out the door and down the hallway. She pushed the elevator button and it quickly opened the door to allow her in.

She crossed her arms and sighed, leaning agenst the wall until the door opened again to the lobby. About ten people waved to her or said "Good afternoon, Miss Lockheart." and she only nodded to them.

The sliding front doors opened and Tifa let out a gasp when she saw Vincent leaning agent a red Ferrari with black tinted windows. He looked up at her and smirked, twirling a key around his finger at her, "Wanna ride?"

Tifa placed a hand over her mouth and walked down the steps to him, "Wow.. this is..." she stammered, admiring the car.

Vincent's smirk became a smile as he opened the door for her. She slid into a smooth, black leather seat. Everything was so clean and new!

Vincent got into the driver's side and smiled at her. "Vincent, where'd you get this?" Tifa asked, tracing over the arm rest with her nails.

Vincent shrugged and said, "Something for me, I guess." and started up the engine, which gave a smooth hum, and sped off.

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Vincent held the side of his head and thought he might puke all over his shoes. The first time on the rollar coaster was all fine and dandy, but the second, third, fourth, and fifth had gotten his stomach all knotted up.

Or was it just because Tifa was inches away and she had been clinging to him the whole time?

"Vincent?" Tifa shook his arm and shook it violently. His neck snapped in her direction and he lowered his hand, gazing at her eyes, then down to her... 'Wait, no, keep your eyes up, you horney dog! ' his mind (Chaos) commanded, and he obliged. "Are you okay? We don't have to go again if you don't want to."

Vincent shook his head and smiled, "How about we eat something and chat?" he asked, mentally rolling his eyes at himself and how lame he was. After all, this was Tifa.

She nodded and beamed brightly, "Sure!" They navigated all the way to the consession stands, Tifa still holding onto Vincent's arm. She didn't notice it, but he did, and his face looked like he'd been out in the sun too long.

"What do you want?" she asked, her eyes darting over the menu. The ex-turk shrugged, "I don't mind, I'll find us a table." and slid his way away from her, finding a seat nearby and sitting there. He shivered at the absence of her arm, and stared back at her in a daze.

He rested his cheek in his palm and examined her figure. 'Gods, she has the most perfect body I've ever seen...' his daze then faded when two boys, looking not much older then herself, stopped and stared her up and down as she was leaning over the counter.

Vincent wished he had his gauntlet... or his gun, preferably. He continued to watch as Tifa turned around and began talking to one of the boys as the other stared at her chest.

Oh, now, god dammit why the hell couldn't he read lips? He used to be rather good at it, but his anger and jealousy was probably getting the best of him. Wait, did she just glance over at him? Anyway, Things really got out of control and his blood boiled furiously when the boy draped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

Vincent stood but stopped himself as Tifa kicked his shin, slammed her icecream cone onto his head, and took his arm behind his back. She had an a hint of annoyance on her face, "DON'T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!" she yelled, and by now everyone in the foodcourt had turned their attention to her.

"AHHH! ALRIGHT, DAMN! LET GO!!" he squealed, tears running down his face. "THEN SAY IT!" she commanded. The boy squeezed his eyes shut and cleared his throat, his lips moved and she lifted his arm higher for more pain. "I don't think they can hear you?" she said, and he cried out.

"OKAY! I'M A BIG PUSSY AND A DESPARATE CHICKEN- SHIT VIRGIN!" Tifa smiled evilly and spun him around, blew him a kiss, and tripped him into a garbage can as the janitor rolled it by, the other boy's jaw dropping to the ground.

Then, for a strange reason, everyone clapped and whistled as Tifa made her way to the table. "Sorry to make you wait... why are you still standing? What's with the look?" Vincent blushed and sat down, looking away from her.

His attention was brought back as somthing white was waved in front of him. He glanced at it, then at Tifa, "You licked it." he stated. She took it back and made a face, "What? It's not like I have cooties or something!"

Vincent looked away a bit irritated with her childish words. Tifa's eyes widened, "You think I have cooties?" she laughed and slapped him on the back, making him grunt.

"Vincent, your so old-school!" she teased. He sent a glare at her, but it made her laugh all the more no matter how mean he looked, "I am not." he scolded. Tifa made a challenging face and held it up to him.

Vincent looked at her, then back at the white dairy product. He stuck out his tongue hesitantly and licked the icecream before she shoved it at him and it got all over his lips and some on his cheeks.

He quickly retreated and Tifa burst out laughing, licking his lips and wiping some of his face, "Damnit, Tifa! Now why the hell did you do that?" his muscles froze when her finger slid across his jaw and she put it in her mouth, "Because I like teasing you."

Vincent blushed and rested his cheek in his palm again, staring blankly at the rides as screams happily danced around his ears. "So what happened back there?" he asked, breaking the silence.

Tifa looked at him and noticed that he hadn't moved but was still listening. "Well..." she began, twirling the cone between her fingers, "He wanted to ask me out for a date, but I said no. He asked me why, and I said I was here with someone else."

'So that's why she looked at me...' he thought, continuing to listen to her. "I said I was here with you, and he told me that you were lucky you had such a hott..." a blush had trailed across her cheeks, her eyes avoiding him but seeming dreamy-looking. She took a gulp and finished her sentence as Vincent's eyes gazed at her.

"...Girlfriend..." Vincent blushed like a tomato and stared at his hands, which were now uncomfortably lacing over the other in his lap. Tifa smiled and said, "Then he glomped all over me and I kicked his ass."

Vincent chuckled, the burn in his face seeming to die out as Tifa said those words to take his mind off of the last one she had said. "That's so like you, Tifa. Always the first the get glomped, always the last one standing."

She blushed and elbowed his arm, "Hey!" and they shared a laugh. When that died out, Tifa avoided another long silence by asking, "Can we go somewhere more secluded?" her words seemed quick and quiet, like as if she was dealing drugs or somthing.

Vincent nodded, "Okay, we can do that. After all..." he took her hand and licked the icecream that had dripped onto it, "You are my Girlfriend."

Tifa blushed and swung a fist to his arm, but he quickly dodged it with ease, laughing at her. "I am NOT!" she defended, pulling him out of the food court and to the car.

On the way the word circled her mind like a broken record: Girlfriend. Girlfriend. GIRLFRIEND... and wondered if her mind (as odd as it may be) was trying to tell her somthing. She wondered if Vincent was thinking the same.

'Say that you love him! ' her mind yelled at her, making her wince and looking up at Vincent, who was looking for the car. ' Say you love him and you refuse to let him go!' it repeated.

Tifa shook her head and objected to this thought. She couldn't, but she wanted to. She wanted to say those three little words over and over and over again, every day, just for him. She wanted to stay beside him to prove it, too.

'Then SAY THEM!' her mind was ranting on and on about it. Three little words that might change everything. She wanted to say them, she really did, and it felt like acid in her mouth as they sat on her tongue eagerly waiting to escape her lips. She wanted to say them, but most of all;

She wanted to hear him say them back to her.

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There was a long silence as they sat in the car. The sun was setting and Tifa couldn't take her eyes away from it until the car stopped.

Tifa turned to look at her driver, a bit confused, "Where are we?" he got out of the car and she quickly followed, "Vincent!"

He loved it when he said his name. It made his spine tingle in anxiety, wanting to turn around and tackle her or somthing slong those lines.

But it was like she had read his mind. Tifa jumped on his back, despite wearing a skirt, and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Damnit you mopey son- of- a -bitch, I'm talking to you!"

Vincent hid his laugh behind one of his rare smiles and looked over her shoulder at Tifa, who's face was an inch away. "Get off of me and you'll find out."

She did what was told of her, and Vincent quickly grabbed her hand to lead her through the trees. When they emerged from the brustle, Tifa gasped, her eyes wide with awe.

He had taken her to the beach to watch the sun go down. The orb in the horizon made the water sparkle citrus and the sky matched with pink tinted clouds here and there.

"Vincent, This is..." she started, but it was only a whisper and she didn't think he heard her anyway. "...ith you, Tifa."

The girl's eyes shot up to meet his and blinked, "What?" she squeaked. 'Did he just say I'm in love with you?' she hoped to God that he did.

Vincent made a face at her voice and thought she was going to cry, but repeated, "I said, I like spending time with you."

Tifa blinked and looked away, seeming disappointed, "Oh. I like spending time with you too." then she noticed that he hadn't let go of her hand, and blushed.

Vincent gazed at her glowing skin, her hair combing through the breeze, and her eyes so beautifully sad. 'Do it now, you idiot!' Vincent twitched an eyebrow at his mind, telling it to shut up.

'No! I refuse to lose her again! You know what we've been through! Don't make it hurt worse when Cloud takes her!' his teeth gritted, but he tried hard not to bare fangs. He glanced at her again, seeing the marks on her wrist from...

'God damnit, Vince! You're gonna kiss her and your gonna do it right-- wait, why is she crying?' His crimson eyes looked up at hers, which were glazed over and tears were flowing down her pretty cheeks.

"Tifa, what's wrong?" he asked, tightening his grip on what he now noticed was her hand. "It reminds me of my dad..." she choked, looking up at him.

"Thanks for taking me out, Vince. I really had fun." he returned her smile with one of his own again and stared at her lips.

'Now's your chance!' his mind roared, but he told it no, and it wasn't the right time. "You wanna go home now?" he asked, wiping her tears away.

Tifa blushed a million shades of red and pink and nodded, "Uh.. okay." and they walked back to his car. It was like going through a mirror, on one side of the trees there was a sunset, on the other, there was black night and a starless sky.

Vincent smiled to himself for a moment, then realized that he was in the lead. 'In the lead... for what?'

'The race for Tifa's heart, you stupid-ass.' Vincent had a silent arguement inside his head and the ride home was silent and uncomfortable.

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Tifa looked around the small field questionably, "Vincent, where are we now?" her maroon eyes widened as he shrugged, and why the hell did he want her to take off her shoes?

They had gone for a walk when they got home, and she could see the red gleam in the streetlight. The only reason they were going back was because it was dark out.

"Unno, but it's a shortcut to the house." he smirked, taking hold of her hand, "Comon." and started dragging her. It took only a second for her to keep up as they dashed across the feild.

"Vincent I hope this won't get us in--" the rest of her sentence was muffled out by a loud alarm. 'Oh Fuck, no way!' Tifa thought, knowing that he was probably smirking right now.

Sprinklers went off and soaked them both just before they leapt up onto their porch. Vincent yanked open the door and pulled them inside as the owners of the other house across the street went outside to look for the trespassers.

It was a small neighborhood but the houses were spaced pretty far apart. There were about three on this block alone. Tifa stormed into the library with Vincent chuckling behind her.

Tifa slammed the door shut and noticed that the fireplace had been lit. She turned to Vincent, who was admiring it as well, "What the fuck was that?!" she shouted, he didn't look at her though.

"Sorry." he said. Tifa angrily sighed and said, "Did you think it was FUN?" Vincent stared at her, "Didn't you?"

Tifa paused and looked at the fire. "Because at the time I thought it was entertaining to see your face the way it was." the girl glared at him and walked up to him. He had a good 8 or 9 inches over her, but she still acted though.

"You mean you planned that?" she demanded, and recived a slight nod. "Vincent, you idiot!" he made a face and glared at her as well.

"Sometimes life can be like that, Tifa; Fun and exhilerating but yet very dangerous and frightening." he lectured, and the word 'sex' had popped into her head and made her blush, but she shooed it away.

'Vincent had done something dumb, now's not the time to be thinking about... -gulp- that' she thought. "You need to gain a bit more bravery, you've changed and I can see that it's diying away from you."

The young woman before him grunted and glared at him harder, it was hurting his head. "I am TO brave, and I always will be!"

"Prove it." Vincent snapped back, halting her wild arm-waving. She glanced at the fire then back at him, holding her breath.

In a blink, Tifa's hands shot up to his cheeks and she crushed their lips together for a few moments, pressing her body into his giving a soft whimper,then pulled away to see his shocked and suprised face. Tifa gave a victorious look, "So there."

She spun on her heel and left the room, wildly blushing and thinking about what she just did, if they could do it longer and more often...

'Oh Gods, there goes my mind wandering off into perverted thoughts again...' she sighed, and hurried up to her room. She ran into Cloud on his way out of the bathroom in his pajamas, scratching his mussy blonde hair.

His blue eyes looked out the window and he arched a brow, "What are the cops doing over there so late at night?" he asked, but Tifa didn't answer him.

He stared after Tifa after she sent him a smile, watching and wishing he could go to bed with his childhood sweetheart.

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Wow! End of chapter FINALLY! well, no other comment cept I think i made Vincent seem crazy in this chapter, and now, I must eat my noodels.

HIGH-HO SILVER, AWAAAYY! (please reveiw!)