Author's Note- Geez, might as well let Florida become an island with all these hurricanes. We've already had two, do we really need another? rolleyes Anywayz... a new chapter that I wrote yet again with no electricity. Enjoy!!
Chapter Four - Lead You Away
There was no doubt between the fact that I was going to do this prank. Bickson probably had this intentional feeling that I was going to back down, just by looking at his demanding eyes. I've always known that he really wanted me to be the one to do it. But something kept telling me that if I didn't, I'd be the one to be pushed around with these kinds of pranks. Including one that would be much more of a life in hell but that would come a bit much more later...
Wakka had to look at me with his big eyes bulging out trying to comprehend, "You're going to do all of the dirty work, ya?"
I had to sigh, "Well, if that's what you're asking me to do, then-"
Bickson had to interrupt the conversation, just so he could put his arm around my neck like a brother to brother thing. I didn't feel a jerk to that touch, but in the end I knew I should have avoided that type of trust towards him. It was always that touch that would try to force me into something that I would kill for. I hadn't realized that thought until a few months later. So you could say it was just too late for me - I was already done. I never paid attention to anything now did I?
"Tidus, come on!" he bellowed, his arm still around my neck, "This is going to be priceless! And by the way freak show's face is going to look; I know you don't want to miss it! You're the first person who's gonna witness that if you do this."
I had to think about it. Yeah, think about it - you heard right. I had always wondered about that Yuna chick. Wondered what it it would be like just to hang around with her for a few days. Just to see what the hell is up with the girl. Even though the thought about it did give me the creeps... I mean who cares about losing papers? Well, freak show - and I suppose it was now officially a nickname for Yuna - was in a frantic expression when Dona had tripped her. Yet, I couldn't help but smirk at the funny face that she did make.
And to behold, my final answer to this deed?
"Fine," I said smiling, then I struck his shoulder, not too hard but enough to let him know that I was in. I could at least hear Jassu and the others cheering silently below their breaths.
"I'm in but..."
"But??" Bickson asked arching a brow, everyone else had come in closer to comprehend my answer.
"Make sure to buy some anti-bacterial soap, because after I'm done with her, who knows what she'll leave on me!" I cracked jokingly.
Everyone laughed at this, and I looked at every single person around me. How happy they were, just because of something I said. It was always part of my ruining the moment when something serious was to happen. Yeah it was me; I usually started up something stupid or a joke just to keep my friends on their toes. Just something. It wasn't like I was gonna take a bunch of sappy shit and cry my eyes off. No way, that's just isn't me. But then comparing when I had to come to think about it now...
How come I didn't laugh when I took up something so seriously?
-oOo-
I was finishing my daily entry in my journal later that evening when I received a telephone call from Dona... And as usual, I answered it with a comply to an invite to her house around six. Her parents was always out during that time for who-knows-how many hours, so it was just a little idea of hers to let us have some alone time. If you know what I mean...
I closed my journal a little while later - completing my ramblings about today. About the plan to play on Yuna, how Dona and me were doing, how the gang is doing and the nesscerry information about classes and such. Not too shabby to say the least. I looked at the hard cover noting the large letters 'PRIVATE' on the front, and I had to keep it on there to take it to full note. I was sure as hell that I did not want any of the gang to read any of my personal feelings. Not that I have anything against them, but you know... some of the guys think that letting anyone know about how you're feeling is a weakness. And of course, being in the crowd I'm in, writing wasn't part of their favorite hobbies.
I sighed then thudded my head onto my desk. I wish someone knew how much I liked to write - to be a journalist someday. Or something that had to do with creative writing, you know? It's just one of those things that you have such a large, undeniable secret to tell, but you can't because you're afraid there's a flaw to it. Well that was how I felt being in that kind of situation.
I scratched my head and I finally managed to slam my radio boombox to listen to some tunes. Something good to soothe me for the way I was feeling. I managed to pull off a station and I went back to getting another notebook from my desk drawer. Pulling out that specific notebook, even just holding it in my hand - it made me just feel relieved. Maybe that was it, like aspirin for my head. Placing the notebook in front of me, I went back to thinking up to writing a story or even a made up essay that I've done in the past. Yeah something like that.
Until lost of concentration broke out...
"Son! What the hell are you doing?!" I heard him yell, his voice muffled from my bedroom door.
"I'm in my room what do you think I'm doing?!"
"Well, get the hell out of there and practice blitzball with me!"
And there he goes again, begging me to play some blitzball with him. I literally grabbed my hair and I tried ripping it out of its roots. I clenched my teeth and made a loud growl deep in my throat. He couldn't face the fact that I didn't want to be a blitzball player as my career move. My father, Jecht, didn't know... Just how much of this could I take? I was nearly on the brink of losing it. It had been so many times that I tried to explain to him. But he just didn't get it.
"I'm busy!" I replied.
He scoffed, "Writing one of your stupid stories aren't ya? You're pathetic! How in the world to expect to become a journalist when you already have a sport in your hands like blitzball! I'm telling you, fame and money! That's the real life!"
"Then keep your damn life!" I coldly screamed, "I don't even see why you should be a father anyways! You're always out, you bring home a nasty bitch when you had mom, and you're never there when I had my games! Mom would be still alive if you hadn't been away! You had something good for yourself, but you fucked up MY LIFE! MY LIFE!!!"
I heard nothing. Just plain silence. I didn't even think about what I had just said.
I sighed again. I didn't know how much more I could take. Looking at my family portrait upon my bed, seeing mom so happy - I lost it. The gang didn't know much about any of my past history, I still don't tend to tell them.
The question remained in my mind though: just how am I supposed to reveal myself, exactly?
-oOo-
Ragged breaths had been heard lately that evening on the couch. Me and Dona - involved with a heavy make out session.
Although the comfort of it was pleasurable, I couldn't think exactly clearly every time I had crushed my lips with hers. It was nearly killing me... but I didn't know what was causing the feeling. I knew for a fact that deep down that Dona was certainly not a girl that I would actually date. Just comfort pleasure - she's not the type of girl who has strings attach when it comes to something intimate. I didn't want to confront her about her attitude about love - because I knew that it wasn't her specialty. She'd just take what she had of men and leave 'em. Of course, guys like Seymour and Bickson cared about what she could do.
I guess I was the only one looking for an actual mate. The only reason I dated Dona was because she asked me to, and I wasn't thinking about actual love.
After a long pause of heavy breathing, I sat up on the couch looking at Dona. Her hair in a tangled mess while her tank top was nearly slipping off her shoulders.
She gave me a smirk, "You're good," she whispered huskily in my ear and she began to lick the earlobe.
I sighed, "Um... well what do you think about this whole Yuna plan thing. I mean I'm going to be doing all these things that are quite... well, uncomfortable for you as my girl."
She looked at me a chuckled, "What are you talking about Ti? It's not like you're gonna fall in love with the freak. Besides what does she have that I don't?"
She then teased her tongue along my neckline, causing me to shiver. That question had stood in my mind while she darted her tongue everywhere on my face.
What does Yuna have that most girls don't?
While Dona continued her usual comfort and gratitude, had I only begun to realize the difference that Yuna had made in my life itself.
END CHAPTER FOUR
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Author's Note- Sorry that this chapter is so short, but there is something extremely wrong with my computer or more likely my internet service. So I have to check into that before I make my next update which is another chapter of From the Heart. Ahem, okay folks, read and review please
