FF7 Fiction
CHAPTER 2
Dania nearly fainted, and she had to steady herself by means of the edge of the counter top.
"Yes, I'm looking for Cloud." She said in what seemed to her like a confident manner, but she wasn't even hearing it, it went by spinning, as did the rest of the room.
The female gave a painful pause, as if she suspected something, "May I ask who's calling?"
"Oh, well it's Dania. I got a call this morning saying he had found my purse at the bar last night." Dania held her breath in anticipation of the response, but to her liberation, it was the one she had hoped for.
"Okay, I'll go get him."
"Hello?" Cloud picked up the phone.
"Um…"
"Yes, I have your purse, um, Dania," He sounded like he was going to crack any second, his voice turned to a whisper, "when you get here, act like you don't know me."
Dania knew what he meant, and said she'd be over right away.
Dania walked down the street to Cloud's apartment, where she had woken up in the morning. She had been at a friend's birthday party in celebration of turning 19, and had got so pissed; she had woken up in his bed the next morning. She had no idea how, or why this happened, but it sure wasn't the best of things to occur.
Oblivious to her surroundings, Dania turned onto Cloud's street, and smacked right into a tall figure. "Sorry, Baby." The man apologized.
Dania, just about to tell him off on the way he had spoken to her, realized it was Vincent, her boyfriend.
And it just gets better, she thought bitterly.
"Oh, hi, sorry I…uh didn't see you there." Dania looked at the ground as she spoke.
"Yeah…" He looked at her, but avoided her eyes, and she thought that was a bit odd, but she just went back to find a way of getting her purse without any problems.
"I'm in a bit of a hurry." Dania started to walk away, but she could predict what the next question would be, and there was no way of getting out of it without sounding suspicious.
"Where you goin'?" He asked, hands in the pocket of his dark trench coat.
Yep, she definitely knew that was coming. "Oh, I forgot something and need to pick it up. I left my purse at the bar, and I'm just picking it up."
"But the bar's that way."
"I know, but someone picked it up."
"Well, I'll come with you."
"No!" Dania said a little too quickly and eagerly, "I mean, I don't want to hold you up. You probably have things to do and…"
"No, it's no problem." He said flashing a shy smile.
Dania nodded and tried to match his happiness, but her heart sank further into the deep pit of her stomach. The both fell into step along the sidewalk. Dania's mind was a boggled mess, trying to figure out what to do. "So did you have a good time last night at the party?"
Dania gave a weak smile; the part I can remember was quite pleasant. "It was fine." Dania suddenly realized how lucky she had been. Vincent usually came to the bar after work to meet some of his friends, and the party just happened to fall on the same day as the day he came back from training.
"Nothing in exciting happen?" He asked.
He knew. He had to have known. Had he just asked her that? "Not really. A few of us got drunk." She tried to seem as calm as possible despite the beads of sweat that formed on her upper lip.
"That's nice."
Well, he usually would come out and confront her with the problem instead of dance around it, so maybe he didn't know, but Dania didn't intend on forgetting the possibility. "Here's the building."
"Did one of your friends pick it up?"
"No, why?"
"You seem to know your way that's all. Usually strangers don't return things these days."
Dania scolded herself for the look she gave him. He didn't see it, but she began to wonder if he had sensed it. This is crazy! I don't even remember what happened, so technically it's not my fault.
"So, which apartment is it?" Vincent asked, ready to press the intercom.
"Uh, 478, I think."
"Come on up." Cloud said, and the door in front of them buzzed.
Dania reached her peak of discomfort when standing outside the door of Cloud's apartment. Dania began t wonder if Vincent could read her mind. He looked into he eyes for a fleeting moment, and shuddered, thinking her eyes could be a portal into her mind. She knocked.
The same girl that had answered the phone answered the door as well. "Oh hi, you must be Dania."
She opened the door wider, inviting them in. "Vincent!" The girl said as he came in behind Dania.
"Tifa." He replied.
"How are you, I haven't seen you in a while."
"Good."
Dania froze; her mind came to a complete stop. They know each other?
CHAPTER 2
Dania nearly fainted, and she had to steady herself by means of the edge of the counter top.
"Yes, I'm looking for Cloud." She said in what seemed to her like a confident manner, but she wasn't even hearing it, it went by spinning, as did the rest of the room.
The female gave a painful pause, as if she suspected something, "May I ask who's calling?"
"Oh, well it's Dania. I got a call this morning saying he had found my purse at the bar last night." Dania held her breath in anticipation of the response, but to her liberation, it was the one she had hoped for.
"Okay, I'll go get him."
"Hello?" Cloud picked up the phone.
"Um…"
"Yes, I have your purse, um, Dania," He sounded like he was going to crack any second, his voice turned to a whisper, "when you get here, act like you don't know me."
Dania knew what he meant, and said she'd be over right away.
Dania walked down the street to Cloud's apartment, where she had woken up in the morning. She had been at a friend's birthday party in celebration of turning 19, and had got so pissed; she had woken up in his bed the next morning. She had no idea how, or why this happened, but it sure wasn't the best of things to occur.
Oblivious to her surroundings, Dania turned onto Cloud's street, and smacked right into a tall figure. "Sorry, Baby." The man apologized.
Dania, just about to tell him off on the way he had spoken to her, realized it was Vincent, her boyfriend.
And it just gets better, she thought bitterly.
"Oh, hi, sorry I…uh didn't see you there." Dania looked at the ground as she spoke.
"Yeah…" He looked at her, but avoided her eyes, and she thought that was a bit odd, but she just went back to find a way of getting her purse without any problems.
"I'm in a bit of a hurry." Dania started to walk away, but she could predict what the next question would be, and there was no way of getting out of it without sounding suspicious.
"Where you goin'?" He asked, hands in the pocket of his dark trench coat.
Yep, she definitely knew that was coming. "Oh, I forgot something and need to pick it up. I left my purse at the bar, and I'm just picking it up."
"But the bar's that way."
"I know, but someone picked it up."
"Well, I'll come with you."
"No!" Dania said a little too quickly and eagerly, "I mean, I don't want to hold you up. You probably have things to do and…"
"No, it's no problem." He said flashing a shy smile.
Dania nodded and tried to match his happiness, but her heart sank further into the deep pit of her stomach. The both fell into step along the sidewalk. Dania's mind was a boggled mess, trying to figure out what to do. "So did you have a good time last night at the party?"
Dania gave a weak smile; the part I can remember was quite pleasant. "It was fine." Dania suddenly realized how lucky she had been. Vincent usually came to the bar after work to meet some of his friends, and the party just happened to fall on the same day as the day he came back from training.
"Nothing in exciting happen?" He asked.
He knew. He had to have known. Had he just asked her that? "Not really. A few of us got drunk." She tried to seem as calm as possible despite the beads of sweat that formed on her upper lip.
"That's nice."
Well, he usually would come out and confront her with the problem instead of dance around it, so maybe he didn't know, but Dania didn't intend on forgetting the possibility. "Here's the building."
"Did one of your friends pick it up?"
"No, why?"
"You seem to know your way that's all. Usually strangers don't return things these days."
Dania scolded herself for the look she gave him. He didn't see it, but she began to wonder if he had sensed it. This is crazy! I don't even remember what happened, so technically it's not my fault.
"So, which apartment is it?" Vincent asked, ready to press the intercom.
"Uh, 478, I think."
"Come on up." Cloud said, and the door in front of them buzzed.
Dania reached her peak of discomfort when standing outside the door of Cloud's apartment. Dania began t wonder if Vincent could read her mind. He looked into he eyes for a fleeting moment, and shuddered, thinking her eyes could be a portal into her mind. She knocked.
The same girl that had answered the phone answered the door as well. "Oh hi, you must be Dania."
She opened the door wider, inviting them in. "Vincent!" The girl said as he came in behind Dania.
"Tifa." He replied.
"How are you, I haven't seen you in a while."
"Good."
Dania froze; her mind came to a complete stop. They know each other?