Day 4
January 13th
7:19 a.m.
Wednesday – "Party of Three" day
Tonight we're going to eat at an out-doors restaurant called "Gettin' Edgy 'n' Edge!"
"I don't trust places that skip the 'G' in their words," Cloud said when he first heard of it, "Like, 'Swimmin' and 'Jumpin'. If they can't take the time to use a 'G', they don't take the time to cook their food right." (I think he's just as nervous about going again as I am…)
I think this is going to be a rough night.
7:21 a.m.
I know this is going to be a rough night.
8:14 a.m.
Uh-oh. When we all started to eat the pancakes (after I made sure that Cloud had a bigger pile that Yuffie so he wouldn't think I was choosing sides, and so he wouldn't get his ego hurt), Yuffie said, with a mouthful of pancake and syrup: (As if it wasn't hard enough to understand her when she wasn't talking with a mouth full of food.)
"Wuh weh gug k'nite?"
"What?"
"Wuh-weh-gug-k'nite?" She repeated a little slower, as if it would be easier to understand her.
"Yuffie, swallow your food and ask me again." I told her. She chewed her food laboriously, swallowed hard, began to choke, lunged across the table for Cloud's glass of milk, drank all of it, turned a purplish color and said:
"Wuh ah weh go igg t'night?" ("Where are we going tonight?")
"Oh… Um… About that… It's called "Party of Three" day, Yuffie."
"Uh-huh? Ah knuh." (Yeah huh? I know.)
"And the three is… Barret, Cloud and I…"
"Yush… Whash yuh poink?" ("Yes… What's your point?")
"Um... That's it."
"Ah. Okah. Buh, lack ah was sahin, wuh weh go igg t'nite?" (Ah. Okay. But, like I was saying, where are we going tonight?")
I stepped on Cloud's foot under the table and whispered "Cloud, you tell her! Nicely!"
"Right… Nicely…" He mumbled. "Yuffie. You're not going. It's loud enough without you. You're staying here with the kids tonight." I shot him the angriest glare I could muster, and he added: "But… It's nothing personal. We already made these plans and it would be too hard to change them. Maybe some other time."
Go Cloud! He was (pretty much) nice to Yuffie! She seemed to take it pretty well.
"Yuh beh ahh tay meh necks tai! Or ah'll snack yuh intuh necks Tuhsdah!"("You better take me next time! Or I'll smack you into next Tuesday!")
9:32 a.m.
Alright. Barret took Marlene to school and Cloud took Denzel, (Some kids didn't believe that he knew Cloud or that Cloud ever let Denzel ride on his bike so… Yeah.) I'm picking up Red XIII from the vet today, (He's been there for the past week from a broken paw), and after I get off work (at noon), I have to think of a Plan B in case we get kicked out of the restaurant. I was thinking maybe a (somewhat) quiet walk in the park that's nearby…
Until then, off to work…
10:02 a.m.
Mwahahahahaha! Yuffie here! While Tifa is busy working, I get to write in this! COOLSTUFFZ!
Okay. So far, there is about half of Tifa's journal that I want to scribble out.
You know, the half of it that's about Cloud, Cloud, Cloud, and, what's that? MORE CLOUD. UGH. Didn't she read my instructions? It clearly says "Don't write about Cloud too much!" And what does she do? She writes about Cloud too much! Geez, I'm glad I'm not THAT obvious about anybody.
If you scan through my entries, practically the only name that shows up more than once is "Jerkface". I barely wrote about Vincent or anybody. I guess I'm just independent when it comes to my entries.
Anyway, now for my situation. A few days ago while I was helping Teefs and Barret fight monsters, our car blew up, we were ambushed by Cactuars, I bit one Cactard in half, my tongue got numb, so now I sound like a moron when I talk, and I can't leave here to help Vince out because hearing the way I have to talk would make him feel sorry for me and he would fall into a deep depression to see me in such a pitiful state and he might eventually find some way to blame himself for my numb-tongue and he would lock himself in a coffin for 30 years and eventually be awoken by some new pokey-headed moron for some new epic adventure and he would save the world and a year later he would find out that it really wasn't his fault that I bit a Cactard and by then I would be an old normal-tongued hag with dozens of little brats and I would be married to some random gorgeous celebrity.
To stop that from happening, for Vincent's sake, I will stay with Tifa and Cloud.
Even if it kills me.
Or Cloud.
10:30 a.m.
Lesse… Tifa is standing at the bar.
10:40 a.m.
Now she's wiping counters...
10:44 a.m.
Ooo! Getting interesting! A hot customer just walked in and is talking to Teefs!
BAG 'EM, TEEFS!
10:55 a.m.
He's writing something down on a napkin.
Oooo, could it be a phone number?
10:56 a.m.
Maybe not. Tifa slapped him clear across the face. I was hoping she'd find someone else to swoon over!
Crammit!
Crammit:A cross between the 'd' word and 'crap'. Safer for children than 'crap' and the 'd' word.
11:04 a.m.
Now she's wiping counters…
11:15 a.m.
Talking to two people that just walked in...
11:22 a.m.
Blah blah blah blah blah blah.
11:30 a.m.
Well. Watching Tifa is getting boring.
11:40 a.m.
GUESS WHAT SHE'S DOING NOW.
DON'T CHEAT BY READING ON.
JUST GUESS.
……….
……….
……….
SHE'S WIPING COUNTERS STILL.
ISN'T THAT EXCITING!?
-entry dipped in sarcasm-
11:53 a.m.
Well, Tifa's shift is almost over. Sigh, I guess I won't write in this again until everyone else is gone.
Well, goodbye, journal!
And, note to Tifa: REFRAIN FROM USING CLOUD'S NAME. Quite frankly, it's annoying! You're independent! Write about yourself! (Or me.)
11:58 a.m.
Almost forgot.
Note to Cloud: I got more pancakes than you! When you left, I got extra! Take THAT, Cloud's ego!
12:11 p.m.
Well, obviously Yuffie got to this.
Do I really write about Cloud too much? I'm just writing about my life, and Cloud just so happens to be in my life…
Okay. Whatever. Less Cloud. More me. Easy enough.
Off to pick up Red XIII.
1:12 p.m.
Red XIII is all better. He has to wear a cast for a while, but it doesn't hurt him. (Although he says it itches him like mad…)
Now for planning Plan B…
3:09 p.m.
Plan B: We could go to the nearby Arcade. I heard they just got that snowboarding game, like the one at Gold Saucer.
Maybe Cloud could try to beat my record. (Ha! Like that will ever happen.)
Plan C: It's hard to get kicked out of an Arcade, but if we do we could buy some junk food and hang out at home.
Plan D: We could-
Kidding. Nothing bad can happen at home. Except maybe a fire… And if our house caught on fire the last thing we would do is leave and party.
At least, I hope that would be the last thing they would do. If they did leave to party if something like that happened, I would swiftly kick them in the groin.
Then they would become incapable to have babies.
4:30 p.m.
Denzel was treated like a king today.
When he showed up on the back of Cloud's bike, the kids flocked around him and got autographs from Cloud and Denzel.
We aren't quite celebrities, but we're pretty well-known heroes here.
Cid's famous for being the first astronaut (Though Cloud and I were passengers, I guess we don't really count.), Vincent's famous for personally rescuing people, Reeve is famous for starting the W.R.O., Yuffie is famous for several things, ("Yuffietine", being a Wutai princess, being one of the greatest ninjas, and somehow winding up on TV over and over again.), Red XIII for being part of a rare species, Aerith is famous for her beautiful flower business, being the last Ancient, her death at the hands of Sephiroth, and saving us all from Meteor with Holy; Barret is famous for discovering new energy resources and starting AVALANCHE, Cloud is famous for being our leader and for his unique hair and bike, and I'm famous for Seventh Heaven.
And, of course, we're all well-known for saving the world from Sephiroth. (We're called "The Heroes of the Jenova War". Pretty nice title, don't you think?)
5:25 p.m.
Alright, we're about to leave to go to 'Getting' Edgy 'n' Edge!'
I can't bring my journal on the outing. (Cloud's rule) and I have to wear a ring on my left ring finger so random men won't bother me. (Barret's rule)
I'll write about it later tonight. We don't usually stay out late, so that should work out fine.
Wish me luck!
2:06 a.m.
Tifa and the others aren't back from their little trip yet.
Ah man, now I'm worried. I shouldn't worry about anything! Ugh!
2:12 a.m.
Called Vince.
"Thah messen!" I shouted.
"...what?"
"Teffa, Clawd and Bahhet!"
"Is this Yuffie?"
"Yush!"
"I'm nearby. I'll stop byin an hour."
"Thank yuh, Vishent!"
3:05 a.m.
Vincent and I are on our way to rescue them.
Sigh.
They're so immature!
A/N
The next chapter will be up in a few days. Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you liked this chapter! I'll try to write new chapters more frequently. I've been on a bit of a writing slope… So much for a new chapter every day like I originally planned, huh?
-Lunatic