Htaed: okay pplz, I'm back again, and I'm updating for once. I was at my friend's (TheNightsIllusion) house, and she wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote the next chappie, so here it so, enjoy! Also, Shay's (aka me) friend Alyxx (aka my friend Mel) comes in this chapter.


"I'm telling you, Al, they're really here!"

"Yeah, sure."

"Seriously! Come overe and see!"

"'Kay, lemme get my keys...M'on my way."


"Ding-dong!"

I jerk my head up. Alyxx is here. I can hear someone going to answer the door, so...

"NOBODY MOVE!! I GOT IT!!" I holler.

I jump off the bed, and hop down the stairs on my 'good' foot. I hop to the door, and can feel Vincent burning holes in the back of my head with his glares. I swear I can smell my hair burning...I open the door, revealing Alyxx, toting her backpack, her orange mustang parked behind my enormous black pickup truck. ((AN: Do NOT laugh. If you laugh at me for owning a ginormous pickup truck, I will hunt you down and run you over.)) Sigh...her car is so out-of-place. Alyxx steps in and blinks at my Kleenex-covered foot.

"...What happened?"

"I...That's completely irrelevent."

Suddenly, the two of us hear a yell from the direction of the living room.

"KADAJ!! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERT!!!"

"..."

"Who...?"

Cloud runs past us to the kitchen, leaving behind Kadaj, who is pouting at having been caught spying on Cloud...by Cloud.

"YAAAAAGH!!!" THUD.

Apparently Cloud ran into Sephiroth, sending them both to the floor.

"OUT!!"

Cloud runs back out, heavily dusted in flour.

(In case you were wondering, everyone else is just standing around watching this entertaining spectacle.)

"..."

Apparently Sephiroth was baking...something, and Cloud knocked over the bucket of flour. Or Sephiroth upended it over his head in shock/anger. Accidentally, of course.

I put my padded foot down, and begin to walk for the stairs, with the intent of getting my cell from my room, motioning for Alyxx to follow. Unfortunately, I'm diverted from my course to the stairs by Vincent, who grabs me around the waist, and slings my over his shoulder. Alyxx just stares slack-jawed at this whole thing, that I've gotten used to in the past hour or so. Despite the fact that I'm facing Alyxx, I sigh and say,

"Okay, okay, I'll stop walking around on it."

"Where are you going now?" Vincent asks.

"Kitchen. But I need my cell first."

Vincent deposits me in the kitchen, vanishes for about five minutes, then returns with my cell phone.

"Uh...Thanks. Alyxx, come sit down. You don't have to stand in the doorway all day."

As Alyxx comes and sits across from me, I begin to dial my cousin's number. (Remember, said cousin is a doctor)

"How did this happen, Shay?"

"Dunno. They just showed up on my doorstep."

"...Okay, then. Are they just going to stay here then?"

"Guess so. Also, now that you know, you could stay here for as many days are necessary, to help me survive this."

"...You're not going to let me go home, are you?"

"Nope. You can weather the storm with me."

I finish dialing, and it starts to ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, cuz, it's me, Shay."

"What do you want?"

"Aw, I'm hurt, Ant! Can't I call to say hello?"

"You never call just to say hello. You only call when you want something."

"Hmmm...You could be right, there, dear cousin..."

"Just get on with it!"

"Okay, okay...I need you to come over and see if my foot is broken."

"Why would your foot be broken? You never do anything!"

"Hey! That's not fair! I play soccer and you know it! Anyway, it's a long story that you can find out later. When can you come?"

My cousin sighs.

"I'll be there in about 15 minutes."

"Oh, yeah...you should know, I have some friends over... so beware..."

"Why should I beware?"

"Cause they're all guys that can be rather creepy at times...It's best to ignore them most of the time...Except maybe Vincent...He's not too bad. Alyxx is here too."

"...Right. I'l be there in 15."


"Okay, good news, Shay." Anthony says as he stretches.

"Your foot's not broken, your ankle's just sprained."

"...How does my ankle get sprained, if I dropped a book on my toe?"

Ant raised his eyebrow.

"So that's what happened. It's only a minor sprain, anyway. It should be fine in a day or two."

"I didn't think it was anything major... IN YOUR FACE VINCENT!! MY FOOT ISN'T BROKEN!!"

"I DON'T CARE!! IT SURE LOOKED LIKE IT, OKAY?!" Vincent yells back from the kitchen.

"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?! YOU'RE NOT A DOCTOR!!"

"EVERYBODY SHUT THE HELL UP!! MY EARS ARE BLEEDING!!"

Anthony breaks up our pleasant argument with the practiced (and loud) ease of someone who's been doing it for years. Which he has because our family is waaaay too big. There is approximately 35 people on my mother's side alone. But anyway, that doesn't matter because we are all distracted by the sound of some unfortunate person screaming in terror...Or shocked anger...Or something...


AN: I actually have a cousin called Anthony, and his nickname is Ant, so that's where that came from.
So, that's the second chappie! I already have a small idea for the third! See ya!