Okay, democratic vote! All readers who think Seymour is a freaking stalker raise your hand! Okay! Seymour was supposed to be a stalker anyways...

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"How'd you find me here?" Yuna asked. She seemed surprised to hear him too. "...Oh, you called my house...? ...Huh? Okay...Nothing...Okay...Bye,"

"What was that about?" asked Lulu.

"I don't really know." Yuna said flatly. "Sorry," she added, "Let's get back to the games," she smiled happily.

"Um...do you want to play something else?" asked Lulu, casting Wakka a it's- all-your-fault-so-you-better-agree-with-me look.

"Why not?" said Yuna happily, "What do you have?"

"Racing," she said, grinning.

"No," snapped Wakka quickly. He wasn't going to embarrass himself by losing to Lulu nineteen times again. "Anything else?"

"Not really," she said earnestly. "I ordered something called Final Fantasy though, although it didn't come yet,"

"Okay then. What time is it?" Wakka apparently was trying to get away.

"Around five,"

"I should be going then," said Yuna.

"Me too," added Wakka quickly, getting up and hopping towards the door.

Tidus looked around. "I guess the party's over then," he said sheepishly. Lulu nodded. "Yeah," she agreed.

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The next day the student council was handing out flyers to all the freshmen students. Tidus took his eagerly.

)()(Freshman October Event)()(

Ninth Grade Movie Night
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl

Friday, October 24, 7:30-10pm

Games, Movie, & Refreshments

"Hey, you going?" Wakka elbowed Tidus hard in the ribs.

"Yeah, probably," replied Tidus. Auron wouldn't mind. And the whole grade was probably going to be there, and it would be a shame if he missed it. "Yeah," he repeated, "I'm so going."

"Alright!" said a peppy voice behind him. Tidus flinched as a hand whapped his shoulder lightly. Yuna was really hyper today. "I'm going too, you know!"

Yuna paused for a second, and then—

"Are you alright? Do you have a fever? You're very red."

"N-no," he said, turning redder. He was probably going to burn the whole school down with his face on accident some time soon.

"Okay!" Yuna went hopping—how much sugar did she put in her morning coffee, thought Tidus.

"Are you sure you don't have a fever?" asked Wakka, imitating Yuna. Tidus glared.

Wakka smiled. "You like her, don't you?"

All Tidus could manage was a sheepish look.

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(A/N: Sorry about the time-skipping, but I have to get to the important stuff)

Despite the large amounts of homework that week (which Tidus didn't do) the days passed relatively fast—until Friday. Yuna was hyper again—Lulu too this time—and Tidus had to say that he was pretty excited too. In fact the whole school was rather excited. Wakka was extremely light-hearted and Seymour was practically bouncing off the walls.

Strange, very strange.

By the end of the seven, the gym was crammed with metal fold-up chairs, the bleachers, and a couple of couches some volunteer students had dragged in from the lobby. A large white screen was open in the back, and a movie projector was sitting all ready on a desk in front of it. When Tidus and Wakka entered, it was already half full—a lot of people wanted to make early reservations. Fortunately there was still one very long couch available; Wakka ran and sat in the middle. Tidus sat beside him. Fifteen minutes until the movie started....

Talk about hyper, Tidus had never seen Yuna and Lulu so...hoppy....that was the only way to describe it. Both were giggling at the top of their lungs and walking a way that looked more like skipping. Lulu was wearing a stylish off the shoulders halter top and black bell bottoms; Yuna was wearing a butterfly t-shirt and powder pink jeans. Lulu plopped herself down beside Wakka and Yuna collapsed into the cushions next to Tidus. "I'm so excited!" she gasped. Yeah, I noticed, thought Tidus, turning red. Blushing in front of Yuna seemed to be a habit by now.

To his dismay, Seymour came with a group of his punk friends and sat next to Yuna. "Hey Seymour," Yuna remarked casually.

"Hello Yuna," replied Seymour, smiling, but to Tidus it looked more like a leer. I'm not letting him ruin my mood, thought Tidus disgustedly. Seymour was not his type.

By now the gym was mostly full, and a teacher closed the doors and dimmed the lights. A few silhouettes and the white, blank movie screen was all Tidus could see. Bad night vision, he thought.

A chaperoning teacher stepped up in front of the screen. "Alright everyone," she said in a loud, too enthusiastic voice, "This is the Movie night! To make it a nice experience for everyone, please limit all talking to quiet whispering, no flash photography, and to all those that brought their cell phones—turn them off. Don't stand up and block people's views, and again, no talking. Alright. Enjoy!"

The lights turned all the way off, and the DVD menu screen for the movie showed. "Kinda cheap," he heard Lulu whisper.

The screen was white, and soon the silhouette of a large ship appeared, with young Elizabeth softly singing, "..drink up me hearties yo ho, yo ho yo ho a pirates life for me..."

He had watched this before, but with a large screen and the whole school around him, everything seemed different...
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Scene change: Elizabeth woke up, put on the necklace, wears the corset, can't breath. The usual. Scene change again: Jack Sparrow sailing into the port.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" a large bunch of girls from behind them cheered. Tidus rolled his eyes. (A/N: every single time I watch the movie with other people, they ALWAYS scream that way. You can never watch the movie in peace when the Johnny Depp fan club is there...and if they aren't there it's the Orlando Bloom fan club. How annoying...oh! Sorry, here I am going on and on about actors and fan clubs and its in the middle of the fanfic! Okay...back to fanfiction...)

The arrival on the sinking boat, the I-can't-breathe sequence, the saving of Elizabeth, the capture, the chase, and the blacksmith shop fight scene.

On and on...

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It was ten o clock by the time the credits started playing, and Tidus left the gym in anger. Things that shouldn't have happened happened right next to him on the sofa, and he didn't want to think about it. But one thing was certain: He hated Seymour.

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What happened will be explained in the next chapter...review.