July 28th
Loz is so funny. Last night he told me that I'm beautiful. God he's cute. Rude's throwing a going away party for Reno and Tifa invited me. If Kadaj wasn't going I'd bring Loz. Maybe I won't go if he can't come. It's Monday night so I'll think about it.
July 29th
I looooove Cloud. Well, not really love, but he's so sweet. I guess that's why we're best buds. So I told him about Loz not being able to come if Kadaj was going. He was so understanding. He said he won't tell Kadaj about the party so I can bring my Loz! The party is tomorrow. I'm so excited!
July 30th - late, almost 12
Loz is truly a part of my life now. I'm the happiest man in the world…
We got to Tifa/Rude's house at 6:30 sharp. The party only began at 7:00, so we went for a stroll to kill time. When we came back, Tifa let us in and brought us to the living room. There we found yet another man with silver hair, Vincent and Rude.
"Yazoo?" said Loz as we entered.
"Bless you." I said. Everyone glared at me.
"Loz?" the man asked.
"Yes, please." Said Tifa. I glared at her.
"Do you two know each other?" Rude asked, standing up to greet us.
"We're brothers."
"Yazoo, you can't tell Kadaj I'm here, please. Promise me Yazy? It will kill me if he finds out!" Loz exclaimed. I saw right there just how much this man cared for me.
"Hey, chill man. I won't tell him. Besides, I'm here with V.C Valentine which you better not tell him about either." He said with a grin.
"Call me V.C. Valentine once more and I'll slice your head off." Said Vincent, also grinning. The two laughed strangely.
There was a knocking at the door and Tifa stood up to answer it.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Rude asked us.
"I'll have a mojito." I said.
"Just Orangina for me." Loz said.
Rude looked puzzled at the requests and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with two beers which he handed to us silently. Just then, Tifa returned to the living room, followed by Reno, Rufus, Tseng, Elena, Yuffie and two women I didn't know.
"Hey, is that Barrett?" Reno whispered loudly to Rude who had come to greet the new guests.
"Yeah. Tifa invited him." Rude said, smirking.
"Yeah well he's with my brother so he must be cool guys, lay off." Yazoo said.
"Hey, what's the deal with that?" Yuffie cut in with her piercing, prepubescent voice. "Are you two, like, going out?" God I hate that girl. Fortunately Tifa stepped in before we could make a reply. I looked at Loz who was also looking uncomfortable and out of place.
"So, Reno." Tifa asked, "who are your friends?"
"Some people I had to say bye to before me and the others head back home. This is Nikki," he said, nodding at the girl to his right hand side, "And this is Ally." This group had dissembled around the room into various seats with the people they had brought or preferred. Reno lit up a cigarette with a strange odour as he sat down quite near us. I looked at it curiously and then I looked over at Loz beside me. He returned my stare and whispered:
"Barrett, try not to breathe in!!" Loz whispered frantically. I looked up again and noted Reno passing this cigarette on to Rude. No one else seemed to be noticing this strange activity as they continued talking within smaller groups. Suddenly something clicked in my brain.
"Reno, don't you know drugs are bad?? They could seriously affect your judgment cause short term memory loss!" I burst out suddenly. "Rufus! Surely you don't do drugs, say something, stand up for yourself! And Yuffie, aren't you like, twelve or something? This can't be good for you! Tseng, you're too smart for this kind of thing. All of you, say it with me. Drugs are bad." I finished my rant, panting. I must admit, I'm out of shape. I looked back at Loz who smiled in such a way that I knew it was all worth it. I looked around to see if anyone was applauding my speech. To my surprise, no one seemed to have even heard it.
"Hey Reno, can I see your pictures?" asked Rufus, seemingly unaware that I had addressed him just a moment before.
"Sure." Reno tossed him a digital camera and
"Yo, Rude," Reno said, "where's that sexy fiancé of yours?"
"Kitchen." Rude said, extinguishing the tiny cigarette and then giggling like I'd never seen before. They both laughed and the two of them went into the kitchen where I heard the sound of pots falling and more laughter. I looked at Loz with an embarrassed face that apologized for the awkward situation we were in.
"Yo, Lardass 1 and Lardass 2, you didn't answer me. Are you going out or what?" Yuffie asked myself and Loz, pulling her chair closer. I looked at Loz who nodded and we stood up without speaking and headed for the door. I needed to get out of that hell-hole. We stepped out into the warm summer air.
"Thanks. I really needed a walk. Those guys are such idiots." I said.
"Yeah, I don't see what the point of getting high or whatever they do is. I'm having a great time without drugs." He said in his chocolate brown voice.
"You're so sweet." I said. We walked in silence for some minutes.
"Have you ever been in love?" Loz asked me suddenly, taking my hand as we walked.
"Once. Well," I shivered, knowing this was a moment I would never forget. A feeling of amazing importance crept over me as I spoke, "twice. The first time was a few years ago, but that ended in sadness. You?"
"Never."
"Oh." We turned at the top of the street and headed back towards Tifa's house.
"What happened the second time?" he asked.
"Hmm?"
"The second time you fell in love. What happened?"
I grimaced, the question I'd wanted to avoid. We were nearly at Tifa's house. "It was with you, Loz. You're like no one I've ever met before. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He looked deep into my eyes.
"I feel the same way." He said. We stopped in front of Tifa's house, and brought his face closer to mine. He's wearing cologne, was the last thing I thought before our mouths met in a sudden clash of tongues, laced with the intensity that had been building since god knows when, perhaps since our very first meeting. Tremulously at first, and them with mounting passion, bumbling tongue met quivering tongue in the dance of love and the embrace of saliva. It was like fighting a war, but neither parties wanted to win for fear of it's end. The sweet sensation of honey seemed to gush from one set of lips to the other as his husky taste engulfed my limpid and spackled flavours. His ever intrudingly elusive saliva, lips, tongue and well garnished uvula expounded sensual perfection. His kiss was almost colloquial in deliverance, breaking the formal rules of love and presenting himself in the informal language that few have mastered.
After that, nothing mattered.
It was perfect.
