The Next Morning

"Mmmm...ughhhh," mumbled Chelsea, getting up and nearly tripping over the fallen alarm-clock radio.

"What the-? Oh shit...last night"

She looked around for her sportswatch, clapping it on, and re-tied her hair, and quickly changed into new clothes, with pants that had many pockets. She was an expert dresser because of experience in gym class, and opened her closet.

"Holy-" she clapped her hands over her mouth before the curse word could come out, and the blue ronso gave her a disgusted look. He climbed out, and stretched as she looked through her closet. She hung a soft, weathered, red shirt over her right arm, searching with her left, and finding jeans, she also hung that over her arm. Dumping them onto her bed rather unceremoniously, she came face to face with Auron.

"Agh! Don't do that!"

"Sorry," he said, and looked at the clothes.

"You're all going to have to change, this isn't Spira," she said, and he raised an eyebrow.

Finishing up with getting most of the clothes, she checked her watch. Bright blue numbers of 6:34 flashed at her, and she wiggled her eyebrows.

"Wow, this is a record! Erm, everybody stay put," she said and ran out of the room as quietly as she could to raid her mother and father's closet, (mom was sleeping and dad went to work an hour ago), and returned quickly, locking the door behind her.

The other members of the group were waking up, and Chelsea called them all over.

"I'm going to have to drop you guys off at a nearby park. And you're all going to have to change, so here are the outfits. Guys go first, girls go second...and if you peek, I'll kill you all," she said imitating her gruff english teacher.

Auron was given the red shirt, and jeans with a belt. He then looked around. Chelsea blushed.

"Right er...go into the closet then," she said and he smirked, entering the large closet. After a minute, he re-emerged, looking very strange, and with a bundle of clothes under one arm.

The process went on, Wakka with a short-sleeved white tee, and jean shorts. Tidus with a short sleeved blue tee, Yuna with a white short sleeved shirt that Chelsea had often wore for her orchestra performances, and long blue capris that acted like pants. Rikku didn't change much except for her shorts which were traded for longer white shorts.

"What's wrong with my clothes?!" asked Rikku when Chelsea told her to change.

She really did not want to explain to Rikku that there were many sickos are the place and her outfit gave a flashing sign, "Over here!", to them, and forced the clothes on her instead.

Lulu came out of the closet with a white shirt, with four rows of frills over the chest, and black pinstripes. She wore a black dress, and Chelsea looked at them all.

"Very strange," she said, and Lulu smirked.

"Okay, everyone's let's get going..." said Chelsea, and grabbed a jacket from her chair.

As all eight people walked out of the room, Chelsea draped the jacket over Kimahri's head and Tidus snorted. She creaked the metal door open and made took the keys while leaving, and they all exited the apartment.

"Whoo!" said Tidus, bowing over and getting back up.

"It's not over, come on," she said, and the odd group began walking down the street.

They crossed two blocks, and Chelsea gestured to a small park.

"You guys will have to stay here, I'll be back, after breakfast with my family, and I'll bring you some food okay?" she tucked some hair behind her ear.

"I want my blitzball back," muttered Wakka.

"Sorry about your weapons, but they'll be safe in my room. You'll have to hide Kimahri well...we don't have ronsos here," said Chelsea, sounding truly apologetic to them for the first time.

Rikku rolled her eyes.

"What kind of place is this anyway??"

"I'll be back okay...please don't act suspiscious," Chelsea said, and ran back to her home.