1Hey guys! Sorry it's been awhile but like I said, soccer, stupid high school. I really don't get why people say high school his awesome, it's not. So, thanks for waiting!!

Disclaimer: If I had owned KH, (which I don't BTW) Sora would of kissed Kairi in the end, and it would of gotten pretty heated. XD

The girls' changing room by the pool had stalls with door, much to Yuffie's relief. She didn't like getting undressed in front of people, plus, she was sure Naminé and Tifa would be watching her. Yah, I know weird.

As she waited for a stall, Yuffie saw that most of the Beginner's Class had signed up for Pool Volleyball, too, which included Tifa. Naminé kept talking loudly about how she was here for her lifeguard training, like she wanted everyone to know that she wasn't a tennis camper. Her sixteenth birthday had been two months before, so she was old enough, and the pool gave special classes in the morning.

Riku would be turning sixteen in a week and a half, more than four months before Zack and Yuffie. Yuffie suddenly wondered if she was supposed to get him anything. Normally she'd help Zack pick something funny from the both of them, like the Extreme Worst-Case Scenario Survival Guide. But as his pretend girlfriend, was she supposed to give him something special and meaningful? Something that Naminé would notice, that shouted, "Look, my totally-for-real girlfriend game me this"?

She'd have to save panicking about that for later. Maybe Zack could help her figure it out. Not for the first time, she wished he was at Summerlodge too, and she wondered what he was doing all day. Probably beating all her high scores on their video games.

She adjusted the straps on her black one-piece, and stepped into her flip-flops, tucking the rest of her stuff into her shoulder bag. Her red bead necklace from Riku went carefully into the side zipper pocket, where she was sure it would be safe. The moment she unlatched the door, Naminé pulled it open.

"Oh, Yuffie," she said. "What a darling bathing suit. I had one just like that. When I was nine."

Naminé, of course, was wearing one of her twelve skimpy, all white bikinis. This one had thin barely-there straps holding up the top, and the bottom was some tiny short-shorts that showed off her long legs. Yuffie not imagine, ever, ever, ever, wearing something like that in public.

Tifa was wearing a two-piece too, but it was more of a tankini, where the top came all the way down to comber her stomach like a tanktop. She kept tugging at it as if trying to make it cover more. It was a deep emerald green with darker green waves across it, and she wore matching emerald-green flip-flops.

"Towels are over there," Tifa said, pointing to a folded pile by the door.

"Unless you brought your own," Naminé said, "because you don't care for other people's germs." she wound her lavender beach towel around her waist while Tifa and Yuffie each took one of the plain white ones from the pile. Then she led the way out to the pool area.

Yuffie was glad that she was wearing waterproof sunscreen, even if her mom was crazy. It was really hot around the pool, like the sun was magnified by the chiseled, fake-looking stones. Up in the two life guard stations, two older guys were sitting, looking like Secret Agents behind their sunglasses. A volleyball net had been set up, stretching across the center of the pool.

Riku was standing with a couple of freshmen, talking and pointing at the net, but when he spotted Yuffie, he broke off and came over to her.

"Hey," he said with a smile, "long time no see." But Yuffie could tell that he was worried about her being alone with Naminé in the changing room, that he was really asking if she was okay.

Before Yuffie could say anything, a lady with huge red hair in purple culottes blew a whistle from around her neck, and made them all gather around at the wall farthest away from the pool. Then she spent 45 minutes explaining the rules of the pool, and how to play the game. She must of said, "No running on the edge of the pool!" five gazillion times. Yuffie wasn't sure how she was supposed to take anyone in purple culottes seriously.

Finally she called team captains forward and read off their assigned teams. Yuffie couldn't believe her luck- she was on Riku's team! As she headed over, he high-fived her and winked.

"Did you make that happen?: she whispered.

"Of course," he said. "Ariel likes me. She's hoping I'll work here as a lifeguard once tennis camp is over."

Best of all, Naminé had to be a team captain, too, and Tifa wound up on a third team, so Yuffie and Riku didn't have to get too close to them for the rest of the day.

There were six teams, so four teams would watch while the other two played each other, and then they'd switch around. As Ariel explained it, they'd practice for a week, and then they'd have a tournament the next week to crown a winning team. Yuffie realized that that meant she'd signed up for two weeks of pool volleyball. She wouldn't get to switch to something else-life Frisbee- until the two weeks were up. Well, maybe Naminé would be over Riku by then.

To her surprise, volleyball was much more fun than she'd expected, although she kept getting water up her nose and a couple of the freshmen on her team were horrifyingly better than her. She even managed to hit the ball in the right direction a couple times, and each time she did, Riku yelled, "Yeah!" and splashed her.

Her turn to serve came up. She balanced the ball on one hand and tried to remember what she'd learned in regular volleyball in gym class.

"Here," Riku said, coming up beside her. "Hold this arm out straight." He took her left arm under the water and straightened it out so it was pointing a little to her right. "Now keep that arm straight wile yo hit it with you other fist." he reached around behind her and touched her right shoulder.

The combination of his hands, her bare arms, and the water made her so nervous, she swung wildly and sent the ball up out of the pool, into the crowd along the edge.

"Don't worry," Riku said, squeezing her shoulder. "You'll get it next time."

Not if you keep hleping me like that, I won't! Yuffie though, but the truth was she'd rather be that close to Riku than hit a great volleyball serve any day. Who wouldn't?!

Finally, finally, the end of the day came. Yuffie didn't want to face Naminé and Tifa in the changing room again, so she toweled off her hair, pulled on her shorts over her bathing suit, and headed straight out for the bikes.

A stranger was leaning against the rack, next to her bike. A guy about her age. She'd never seen him before, which probably meant he was either new or went to one of the private schools in town.

"Hey," he said with a lazy, crooked smile. He had amazingly straight white teeth. His hair was a little shaggy and dark, and his eyes were a light brown. Are they?

"Um, hi," she said. "Sorry, that's -um, that's my bike."

"Oh, sorry," he said, moving aside. She knelt to unlock it, hoping Riku would come out soon.

"I'm Leon," he said. "I'm just waiting for my brother. Do you go here?"

"Summerlodge? Yeah. I'm doing the tennis camp." she said.

"Huh." His eyes had this faraway, dreamy look, and she couldn't tell if he was really listening to her until he turned at her again. His smile could really catch a girl's attention, even if that girl had a pretend boyfriend she was secretly totally in love with.

"Is it cool?" he said, but kept going without an answer. "Tennis. Man, I'm bad at tennis."

"Me too," Yuffie said. "It's-"

"What did you say your name was?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, and she wondered if he was melting in the heat but too cool to admit it.

"I didn't. Um, It's Yuffie." She unwrapped the chain from her bike wheel and stashed it in her shoulder bag. She tried to move as slowly as she could without looking like a mentally challenged alien. She really, really wished Riku would show up. Or else she would have to stay and make conversation with this strange guy, because of course she couldn't leave without Riku, could she? That wasn't the girlfriendly thing to do.

"Yuffie," Leon said. "That's cute. Has anyone ever told you that you look like Sophie Bush?"

"Who's that?"

"Wow really?" he said. "Or are you just trying to trick me into admitting I watch One Tree Hill?"

Yuffie giggled. "My brother would kill me if he found that on the TiVo."

"Uh, yeah, me too," Leon said, affecting a deeper voice. "Me, I only watch wrestling. And monster truck rallies. Grrr."

"You're so busted. Admit it- you stay home whenever Grey's Anatomy is on, don't you?"

He laughed, and she found herself smiling despite her nervousness. She liked it when people got her jokes.

"Hey, Yuffie," Riku said from behind her. She'd forgotten to keep watching for him, but her heart still leaped into double time as he paused next to her. His T-shirt was slightly damp, so it clung to his shoulder, which were strong from all the swimming and tennis. The light blue color make her want to lean into it, like falling into a sky. Yummy mental picture.

"Who's this?" Riku asked. His gaze was fixed on Leon, and he didn't look too friendly.

"This is Leon," Yuffie said, wondering why her voice sounded higher than normal. "We just met. He's waiting for someone."

"Oh," Riku said. Leon reached out his hand, and Riku shook it, the tendons in his arm tensing like he was slamming a hammer down.

"And you are?" Leon asked.

"Riku." Pause. "Yuffie's boyfriend."

Yuffie was astonished. Why on earth did he say that? Naminé was no where in sight. There was no one around to run back and report to her. There was no reason at all to volunteer that information, as far she could see. Not that she minded, but it was odd.

"Ah," Leon said.

"We'd better get going Yuffie," Riku said, touching her bike but not looking at her.

"Yeah, okay." she said. She pulled her bike free and stood for a moment awkwardly, waiting for Riku to unlock his bike. Leon was still watching her.

As Riku rolled his bike free, she swung onto hers and said, "Well, see you."

"Nice to meet you, Yuffie," Leon said. He gave her the smile again, and she ducked her head and pushed off.

Riku was quiet all the way back to her house. She felt the wind blowing her hair dry and she wondered what he was thinking. At the bottom of her driveway, he braked but stayed straddling his bike.

"Don't you want to come it?" she asked. "We can make fun of my lazy slug of a brother."

"Nah, not today," Riku said. "I've got stuff to do. Tell him I say hi."

"Oh, okay," Yuffie said.

He ran his hand along the top of his hair, looking like he was going to say something else, but in the end he just stood up on the pedals and rode away. She watched him ride to the end of the block, where he glanced back and waved at her, and then she rolled her bike into the garage and went into the house.

Zack was lying on the floor in front of the couch, where she'd expected him to be. As she went into the den, he quickly slid something underneath a pile of cushions.

"What was that?" she asked.

"What?" he said, pretending to be focused on the plate on the coffee table. "Here, Mom made snacks. It's basically peanut butter on celery, cut into slices so it's prettier and harder to eat. Have you ever noticed that she's weird?"

"Zack come on," Yuffie said, flopping down on the couch. "What were you hiding when I came in?"

"Nothing. Where's Riku?"

Yuffie was hurt. Zack never kept anything from her. What could it be?

"Riku decided not to come in," she said. "But he says hi." She waited a moment, but Zack kept moving the celery around the plate without saying anything.

"So... did you do anything fun today?" she tried. "Tennis was so lame. I'm a total menace with a tennis racket. What did yo do?"

"Nothing," he said again.

"I'll bet," she said, reaching for the remote control and flipping the TV to their favorite game. To her surprise, none of the scores had changed. Either he didn't play very well that day, or he hadn't played at all.

"Was Naminé there?" Zack asked.

"Of course," Yuffie said. "She's so scary. And now she seriously hates me."

"But she's really hot," Zack said. "I don't get why Riku wouldn't want to date her. I would, if I weren't too stupid and boring for her to like me. It sound a lot easier then pretending to date you."

"Oh, thanks!" Yuffie said, pushing herself off the couch. She headed for the door in a huff, but he didn't stop her. In the doorway, she turned and glanced back. He was staring down at the table, rolling a pencil absentmindedly back and forth along the carpet.

Her mom was coming down the stairs as Yuffie went up.

"Oh, Yuffie!" Mrs. Kisargi said happily. "How was Summerlodge? Did you have such a lovely time? It wasn't so bad without your brother, was it?"

"It was terrible, like I thought it would be," Yuffie said. "And I think something's wrong with Zack. I'm going to take a shower.

Her mom looked disappointed, but she stepped aside without pressing for more tennis details. At least she didn't ask about the bikini, safely hidden under Yuffie's bed.

In her room, Yuffie lay down on her bed, feeling tired. It was kind of exhausting being a pretend girlfriend. First there was Naminé and Tifa; then there was all the complicated riku stuff, plus that Leon guy; and now Zack was acting strange and keeping secrets. She felt all mixed up, with no one to talk to about it.

And it starts all over again tomorrow.

Yay! I updated! Aren't you proud of me?

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I hate to say this, but the next chapter will take a looong time. Unless I want to start it now, but sadly I kinda don't. My first game is Wed. AND LEMONISTER YOU ARE SOOOOO GOING DOWN!! WE ARE GOING TO KICK YOU ARSE!!

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Erin