Life Styles of the Rich and Famous
Cloud had finally gotten his stomach to stop turning once he had laid down for a little bit. Glancing to the clock, he frowned, but rolled over and grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand, dialing out. After a few rings, he started to hang up, but smiled a little when a voice came over the other end. "Cloud? It's been a few days." A woman's voice spoke, and she sounded tired.
"Sorry, I've been a little busy." he muttered, closing his eyes. The second he did, he made a soft noise, his stomach flipping again at the memory from only a few hours before. "It's been...Hectic a little."
"You better be careful, Cloud!" Yuffie exclaimed, causing him to flinch at the sound of her voice and sit up with a small laugh. "What're you laughing about? You could really get hurt, Cloud." she whispered, and Cloud let out a soft sigh, leaning against his headboard.
"It's okay, Yuffie. I'm fine. It's just...The guy I've been stuck following around..." he trailed, shaking his head. "He's something else. So, how's my beautiful wife and child holding up?" he then asked, smiling more when he heard a small noise of content on the other side.
"We're doing just fine. The baby's been kicking a little more lately. She misses her daddy." she replied, her hand automatically resting on her tummy. Cloud wished he could see them. "Cloud, when are you coming home? Everyone's really worried about you." she added quietly, and Cloud sighed, frowning.
"We've been over this, Yuffie. I have something I really need to do before I can rest easy. The nightmares still haunt me." he replied, shifting. He found he couldn't sit still, and got out of bed, walking to the window just in time to see lightening flash across the sky. "It's storming...I hate it."
"Close your eyes and take deep breaths, Cloud. Count to ten, and let your body just relax."
Biting his lower lip, he ducked his head to stare at the floor below. "I have a call waiting... It's important, I'll call you later...Bye." Before he could get a response, he hung up the phone. Sitting it back on the nightstand, he laid back down and closed his eyes, pulling the covers over his head to block out the lightning the best the thin blanket could. It took a while, but he managed to fall asleep.
It was going on three thirty in the morning when he heard his cell phone going off. Groaning, he rolled over and answered it without checking the ID. "Whoever the hell is calling me this early in the morning better have a damn good reason, or I'm gonna rip out your small intestines."
"Whoa! Evil chocobo!" Zack's voice sounded, and Cloud groaned again.
"Dammit, Zack. Do you have any idea what time it is...Did you just call me a chocobo?"
"Um...Hey, about earlier, at the park..."
"Zack, whatever you're getting at, it can wait until tomorrow. I need to get some sleep. I'm still feeling nauseous."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. We need to get together later tonight. We're going to get some target practice in for you." Cloud sat there quietly for a minute. "Cloud?"
"I'm going to chop you into tiny pieces and shove you in my wall the next time I see you. Good night Zack!" he growled, hanging up the phone, glaring at it. A short moment later, he jumped when it went off again with a text this time. Growling, he flipped it open and looked at the text; Wark, why'd you hang up on me, Chocobo? DDDD:
He turned the volume off and flipped it closed, throwing it in his nightstand drawer, before slamming it closed. "Why the hell is he so damn persistent? It's annoying." he muttered, laying back down, but found he couldn't back to sleep. An hour of tossing around, he rolled over, grabbing his phone and dialed Zack's number.
"Hey! I knew you couldn't..."
"I hate you." Cloud cut him off. "I can't sleep because you had to go and wake me up with that stupid phone call, so you're not sleeping either. If you fall asleep on the phone with me, I'll take my target practice to your house."
"Now that's what I wanted to hear! Come on over, Ba...Cloud."
Cloud blinked. "What...were you going to call me?" he asked slowly, and there was a moment of silence on the other end.
"I was gonna say, bring some beer, but you're under age, never mind. Just, hurry up! See ya soon, Chocobo!" he chirped, hanging up. Cloud growled and flung his phone in frustration, but got out of bed anyway and got dressed. He paced his room for a few minutes, debating on whether he wanted to go to Zack's or not. He glanced to his phone, then picked it up and pocketed it, walking for the front door.
"Why am I doing this?" he questioned, hoping on his bike and speeding off.
T.B.C
A/N: If you'd like us to continue then please review! =] This is just something me and my friend came up with and would appreciate some feedback! Thanks!
- Evelyn