Excuse my long absence. Things have been completely insane for me. I wa previously working on the fifth chapter, however, my dumb machine broke down, so. Well, ya'll get it! Anyways, thank you for your patience. I thought I had to give ya'll another chapter since ya'll stuck it out. Thanks again! Ohn wis ze japter! (On with the chapter!) Hope ya'll like it!

Chapter Four:
Confusion, Hatred, And Jealousy

Delicate. The word describes an awful lot. Confusion. And hope for a better future. I wish I could say how I feel. But how can I, when even I don't know how I feel? I've been here not even for a day and I want to die. This pressure. . . It's too much. I wish I could cry. But I can't. I wish I could laugh. But I can't.

Rinoa stood outside, gazing at the stars. She was too lost in her thoughts to even care about a thing. The crowd of people was too large. She was scared. What if one of them tried to harm her? What would she do? She could not scream. She didn't really know how to yet. How would she survive in this 'home' as she had called it previously? Her hair hung loose as the wind combed and brushed it thoroughly. The way the moon shined upon her, it made her glow.

Quistis had not invited her friends over, yet she felt it was her fault. Why? Rin looked so lonely out there. She also looked as if she was struggling for air. "All this work for pain. . . How come?" Quistis thought. Suddenly, Quistis saw Squall heading outside. She gasped. What if that made Rinoa even more uncomfortable. . . ?

Rinoa jerked away when she saw this man. He did not notice her at first, so he just kept cussing away. However, when he did se her, he looked in shock too. "What is she doing out here?" he thought. Soon, he calmed down. "Hi," he mumbled as he lit a cigarette. The way this boy looked calmed Rinoa down. He looked calm. Calm and angry.

"H-hi," Rinoa spoke! Her voice was low, almost a whisper, but she was sure he could hear it, considering his voice was like that.

Then Squall went back to his business, as he sat down near the side of the house, brushing a hand through his hair. He just sat there, staring up at the moon.

Rinoa bit her lower lip. Soon, she remembered earlier about the scene with him and the black haired man. Then slowly, she paced over to him, curious about him. She took a seat beside him. She smiled. He let out a faint smile too.

"Umm. . . Why was that man chasing you?" Rinoa asked. For some odd reason, he was the only person she actually felt comfortable around. She sensed some kind of intense power inside him.

"Huh?" Squall asked. Then, he remembered. "That. . . It was jus' something stupid."

"Do you even know?" Rinoa asked, curious of him.

"What? Of course I do. Who are you anyways?" Squall asked. His voice rose.

Rinoa backed up. She looked down.

He could sense hurt. Squall wished he could take that back. "I'm sorry. I've just had a really rough day. It's a nightmare having to see my. . . Laguna." He explained to her. He put his cigarette out. Then, just stared blankly at her. She was beautiful. Somehow, Squall felt comfort in talking to her. Just then, he realized something. "Oh, I'm sorry. You must be cold." He took off his jacket, giving it to her.

Rinoa was scared at first. Then, she felt a little more comfortable. She took his jacket. "Thank you." She said quietly. Not know ing what to say or what to do. She said. "I don't know."

"What?" He asked.

"I don't know who I am." Rinoa looked back up at him and smiled. Just a little though. Then, she laughed.

Mixing together, as if I can trust him. What if he backstabs me too? I'm scared. I want to laugh, scream. . . Do whatever I can to be assured this is not another one of my nightmares. Touching. Feeling. Being. That isn't proof enough. You don't know if you're real or not. Everyday of your life could just be a dream. A single memory from someone else's that you borrowed because you want to believe you exist. You never really know. . . Do you?

Quistis watched from inside. Those two seemed to be doing fine. It looked like Rinoa was comfortable around him. She was laughing. And she did approach him. Was she just being overprotective? Scared? What?

"Quisty? What's the matter? Huh?" That was Selphie. Without a doubt.

"Umm, nothing. I was just, you know, thinking," Quistis replied.

Selphie looked a bit concerned and upset. She knew she was not being honest with her. But she just let it go. C'mon. Let's go finish playing the game!" She exclaimed, excitedly.

"Selphie, umm. . . If it's all right with you guys, I'd like to back down in this round. Okay? I'm sorry. I just don't feel good." Said Quistis.

Selphie bit her lip. "Okay," She said, trying to hid the worried tone in her voice. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A few hours later, the gang was gone. Well, except for Squall who'd been talking to Rinoa that entire time. They had been out there, without coming in talking, laughing. Quistis had been sitting at a small table watching them that whole time. . . Soon, she was scared that they might stay out there the whole night. She didn't want Squall to get sick, or Rinoa to get rained upon. So, she had to disturb them.

All right, umm you two, I think it's time to come in, 'kay? Don't want anything to happen to either of you. I think you two have been out her enough anyways." Quistis said. "Oh, umm, Squall, everyone left, so I'll just call a cab or something for you, okay? I can't drive because. . . Well, I don't have a lot of gas in my car. Okay? I'm sorry."

Rinoa frowned. She knew it was because of her.

Why did she lie? She didn't have to. It was all right. I would have been able to take it. Why did she lie? It was stupid. I'm stupid I shouldn't have kept him out here so long.
The two looked so cute together as they both walked inside.

"Umm, Rinoa, could you let Squall and I talk for a moment?" Quistis asked.

Rinoa nodded. Then, she left.

"Squall, Squall, Squall. You always have been the strong and silent type. Who'd guess?" Quistis's voice seemed serious.

"What? Quistis, what are you talking about?" Squall asked. He had to admit. She was scaring him at the time.

Suddenly, she stopped. "Never mind. I'll call a cab. Okay?" She smiled and walked over to the phone, dialing the number.

What did she mean by that? I heard all of it. It's hard to understand. How come she sounded so. . . mysterious. Does she hate him? I don't know. I'm confused. Does he know? What happened to make her like that? What did she mean? I can't help but to ask that question.

Whoa! Who rocks? Yay! Do you like it? I know. It's a bit. . . But hey, I gave ya'll a chapter. Didn't I? BTW. . . there were some hints if you didn't catch that. He, he, he. . . Well, don't forget to review! Thank-a- you!