Chapter One: Sunday?
"Zidane Tribal, get up right this instant! Don't do this to me now! I'm already going to be late!" Said his mother, Denise Tribal. She had lovely blonde hair and green eyes. She was all dressed in her black pants and white button up shirt.
"I'm up, Mom. I'm up, okay?" Zidane mumbled. He threw off his covers.
"Very good. Now, Sweetie, I have to go. But I'll see you after work. I love you." Mrs. Tribal kissed her son o the forehead. After that, she rushed out the door. He was sixteen and his mom still hadn't stopped treating him like a child. How pathetic was that? Zidane got out of his bed and made his way to his closet, grabbing out a pair of loose black pants and a black band shirt. It was his favorite band – Simple Plan.
It took a few simple minutes to get ready and head out the door. When he peeked at his watch, he looked at the time. Then, he saw the day. It was Sunday! MOM, he thought. Then groaned. As he was heading back, he noticed a moving truck. It was awfully big. He noticed how the movers were taking many things in. A couple was helping. Then, he saw her. She was sitting on the curb with her CD player, singing. She had long black hair, creeping down her back, wearing a pair of blue jean overalls and a gray tank top. Suddenly, She glanced up at him. So, Zidane made his way towards her. He waved lightly. "Hi, I'm Zidane Tribal. I live only a few houses down. What's your name?" he asked politely.
"I'm Garnet. Garnet Alexandros. I just moved here from Alexandria." The girl explained. "This is my first time to be away from home. At least, that's where I call home. I've lived there my entire life. So, I'm kind of used to that place. You know?"
Zidane nodded. "Yeah." He couldn't imagine moving away from his home in Treno. It was the only place that he wanted to be. It was that simple. So, he could imagine how hard it must have been on her. After all, it's like they say: Moving is toughest on the kids. They are the ones with all the friends.
"So, you goin' somewhere?" Garnet asked, pointing out that he had his backpack with him. She laughed. "Well, I was until I saw that it was Sunday and not Monday or any other school day. You know?" He answered.
"Ah, school. Well, you know, you already have to go home anyways. And, if you do go home you probably won't be able to get any extra sleep. In addition, on weekends your friends more likely than not sleep in on weekends. So, maybe you and I can hang out some? What do you say?" Garnet asked.
Zidane shrugged. Then, he thought over whether his mother would care or not. He spent a few minutes debating with himself about this. Finally, he answered. "Sure. Okay." Well, it didn't matter if his mother cared or not. He could use the excuse that he was trying to be a good neighbor.
Garnet smiled. "Great." She stood up. "Mom, Dad, I'm going to my friend's house!" She exclaimed. Well, at first she thought she could get off simply with that, but she was totally and completely wrong.
"Excuse me, Missy. Who exactly is your friend?" Asked a woman, who was irregularly large.
"He's Zidane, my age, he is a good kid. He was going to school, when he realized that it was Saturday," Garnet explained. She shot him a glance that told him to go with the flow. So, that he did.
The large woman looked him up and down. Then, she said with a deep accent, "Fine. But be back before curfew."
"Thanks. I will. Hold on." Garnet said, running onto the driveway, grabbing something. Then, a moment later, she returned with a skateboard. "C'mon." She said.
He looked at her as she grabbed his hat and put it on sideways. "You skate?" he asked her a bit surprised.
"Yep." She was obviously proud. He could tell by her tone. Then, he sped up. All of the sudden, she did a kick flip. She could tell he was shocked. "Be amazed." She joked.
I already am, he thought. But he just laughed.
"Ziddy, take this, please?" She asked, slowing down too give him the portable CD player. He took it, so she could mess around on the skateboard. Then, he listened to it. It was Avril Lavigne's new song "He Wasn't". Zidane liked that song.
"Hey, Ziddy, turn it to track ten." Garnet said. "That is a great song."
"Oh, Dude, this really is the official CD, isn't it?" Zidane asked in amazement.
"No duh!" Garnet said sarcastically. "Hey, Dude, thanks for helping me out back there. I hate sitting there just listening to music. It was so boring. So, seriously, how old are you?"
"Me? I'm sixteen. You?" Zidane asked, running a hand through his blonde hair.
"Same. Who's your favorite band?" Garnet asked.
"Simple Plan. Yours?" Zidane asked.
"It would definitely have to be Blink- 182. I love those guys!" Garnet exclaimed.
"My house is just around here. It isn't too far now. Okay?" Zidane said, changing the subject.
"Gotcha! Oh, hey, what do you want to do when we get to your house?" Garnet asked anxiously. She couldn't wait. She smiled at him, catching him looking at her once or twice.
"Oh, I don't know. I think we might watch T.V. some. You know, I have no clue." Zidane confessed.
"Oh well! We'll figure something out. It doesn't matter!" Garnet said. "Wait! Let's hit the ramps! I know a friend that used to go there! Come on. You live there. So. . . we go left! Let's go, Zidane!" Garnet grabbed his hand and made him speed up to almost a running pace. She laughed.
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Denise Tribal had already made her way to work, checking the work shift so she could check her name off of the list. Yet, she did not see her name on the list. Then, she checked the work schedule.
"SUNDAY?!" She exclaimed, disturbing the workers. "Whoops. Sorry," Denise whispered.
Swearing under her breath, Denise exited the building and went into the parking lot, searching for her car. It took her a while to find her blue Chevy, but she did. As she was stepping into her low rider, she dialed home. For a while, she let I tring, knowing that most likely Zidane would be there. Nothing though. There was no answer. Then, she remembered that Zidane had a new cell phone. She tapped her forehead, trying to remember it. When it popped in her head, she dialed it immediately. Come on, Zidane, answer it! she thought anxiously. "Hello? Zidane? Where are you?"
"I'm at the park, Mom." Zidane explained. "Garnet! Whoa slow down!" "What? You're not at home? At the park? Why would you?" Asked Denise in a semi-panicked voice.
"Mom, it's okay! I'm with a friend. She and I are going to the park just to hang out. I'll be back before curfew. Okay, Mom. Besides, it's highly doubtful that we'll spend all day at the park." Zidane explained over the phone Denise began to take a breath. Then, she spoke again.
"Well, it turns out it's a Sunday. I have to go back home. Remember Zidane-"
"Hey, Mom, I want you to talk to my friend, Garnet!" There was a lot of noise. Denise figured that possibly he was giving her the phone.
"Oh, hello, Garnet. Yes. I am Zidane's mother. I am Denise Tribal."
"Oh, uh. Hi, Mrs. Tribal." Garnet said. "I just moved here from Alexandria. It's a big place, that is."
"Yes. Well, I have to get home. But it was a pleasure meeting you. Tell Zidane I said bye." Denise said. Then, she hung up the phone, sighing. "Well, so much for innocent." She said, starting up her car. "My little boy is growing up!"
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"Yeah! Go, Zidane!" Garnet exclaimed with enthusiasm. She clapped so hard that her hands turned red. She had shouted so loud that her throat was beginning to hurt. Garnet watched as Zidane did 180's, kick flips, and then, his final trick was a triple kick flip. He was so cool to watch when her was skateboarding.
"Alexandros!" Zidane had thought of that name when she was talking on the phone with his mother. He found the name 'Garnet' to sound too much like an Alexandrian. And if there was one thing he figured out, it was that you couldn't survive unless you went with the flow.
"Yep?" She asked, walking over to him and grabbing her skateboard. "What is it, Ziddy?"
"Okay, well, I was thinking. Now, you have in to survive here, correct?" Zidane questioned. But he did not let her answer for herself. "Correct. Okay, now, we need to think of a good name for you. Just to, you know, help you out. You don't want to feel like an outsider? Do you?"
"Umm, not really." Garnet answered, not sure if she had to or not.
"Well, how about Alexandros?" asked Zidane. "It seems kind of spunky! You know?"
"Yeah, but even if so, I want a new identity. Something that isn't so, me. Hmm. . . What could we have?" Garnet thought outloud.
"Okay, uh. . ." Zidane thought for a moment. Then remembered the thing that his father had showed him when he was only seven. "Dagger!"
"Yeah, what about it?" Garnet asked slightly dumb.
"Your name! It could be Dagger!" Zidane exclaimed.
"Oh, yea! I totally like that for a name! It's perfect!" Garnet loved that for a name. But, then she had. . . other thoughts. "But, my, uh mom? What would she think? Would she accept that name?"
"Crud!" Zidane exclaimed. "Say, uh, she's not big on name changes. Is she?" He knew that was an obviously dumb question.
"Yeah, I don't think so." Said Garnet, looking at him as if he was an alien. "Gotcha! Okay, then. Hmm. . ." Zidane thought for a moment. Then he thought. "I know! Well, I could just call you by that name when your mom isn't around!" He exclaimed, just thrilled by his idea.
"But, what if our friends come -" Garnet stopped herself and remembered that she did not have any friends. Not anymore she didn't. "Well, finish." Zidane stated.
"Never mind. . ."Garnet put her head down. Then, she remembered it was her turn with the board. So, she took the skateboard and ran up to the ramp. She did trick after trick. Sometimes, she would look away from what she was doing and she would see Zidane just looking at her smiling. But, she just ignored it, knowing that it was probably that he was surprised by the tricks she could do.
"Yeah! Dagger, go!! Whoa! Yeah! That's my girl!" Zidane exclaimed. He was clapping as the board roughly hit the hard concrete. Then, suddenly, Zidane felt something behind him. Two hands covered his eyes.
"Zidane. . ." a female voice whispered in his ear.
"Bre." Zidane guessed.
"Hey, Zidane, what's up?" Asked one of Zidane's friends, Blank. He had spiked red hair and wore some comfortable loose blue jeans and a black T- shirt that read in green letters: Nautica.
"Nothing much," Zidane said. Then, he drew his attention back to Dagger, formerly known as Garnet. "Whoa! Oh yeah! Go Dagger!!"
"So, Zidane, who's the chick?" His other friend, Marcus asked. His hair was unseen because of his bandanna. Marcus took a liking to the street look with bandannas and loose pants and loose shirts.
"That 'chick' over there is my new friend Dagger. She just moved here." Zidane explained, careful not to mention where from. Luckily, his friends weren't really suspicious of it either.
"Zidane, you don't think she's more attractive than me. Do you?" Asked Bre. She was the feminine one in the group. She was not a player or anything. She was just. . . Bre. Bre had long maroon/dark red hair that was down to her elbows. Bre wore a gothic looking outfit. It was a black tank top with a fishnet long sleeve underneath and a pair of very loose black pants.
"I don't know." Zidane joked. He was sort of the joker in the group.
"Hey!" Bre exclaimed. "Don't be mean!" She smiled and laughed. Then, she French kissed him, playfully.
"Bre, lay off the flirting," Ruby, Zidane's other friend told Bre. Ruby was the motherly type of the group. She had her gorgeous blonde hair all combed out and fixed everyday. She wore a green tank top with army green colored shorts.
"Hey!" Bre exclaimed. She hit Ruby on the hand playfully.
"Zidane, who are your friends?" Garnet asked. "Sorry if I was impolite for not coming sooner."
"No problem." Zidane simply stated. He cleared his throat. "This is the one and only beautiful Bre. The lovely lady in the back is Ruby. Then, that freak in the bandana is Marcus. And then, there's that, other freak with the spiked hair. His name is Blank. They aren't really my friends. Well, except for the ladies." The two boys, Blank and Marcus rolled their eyes.
"I'm Gar. . . uh Dagger. I'm Dagger." Dagger almost slipped. But luckily, she caught herself. Everyone said their hi's and hello's.
Then, Bre got up. She started circling her with amazement. "She's got the look!" Bre exclaimed. All the boys turned their attention over to Bre. "Not like that!" Bre exclaimed. She ran over back to Zidane, sitting on his lap. It was funny, because she was the shortest of them all! She was about 4'5.
"It's okay, Shortstuff." Zidane said, wrapping his arms around her. But, secretly, he was looking at Dagger.
"Oh, yeah, Cinna said that he wouldn't be able to make it today because he's 'babysitting'." Said Marcus. The kids all laughed, except for Dagger who was obviously looking at his friends questionably.
Ruby looked up at Dagger. "Hun, Dagger, is it? Come here for a second." Ruby said concerned. Dagger nodded, following her, while the rest of the gang talked. In a few minutes, the two kids returned. "Hey, ya'll, I'm going to take Dagger here to my house. We are going to, uh, hang out." Said Ruby.
"Okay, whatever." They all said. "See ya!" Zidane said, winking at Dagger, specifically.
A/N: Oo What's going to happen? What are they doing? OOOH. . . Is Dagger jealous of Bre? Well, who knows! You will all just have to wait until the next chapter. Well, I forgot the disclaimer up top, so, here it is. No, I do not own Final Fantasy, Sqauresoft, or any other things, besides my characters such as Bre and this storyline and script. Well, don't forget to REVIEW!! Thnx for reading! BaByGuRl
"Zidane Tribal, get up right this instant! Don't do this to me now! I'm already going to be late!" Said his mother, Denise Tribal. She had lovely blonde hair and green eyes. She was all dressed in her black pants and white button up shirt.
"I'm up, Mom. I'm up, okay?" Zidane mumbled. He threw off his covers.
"Very good. Now, Sweetie, I have to go. But I'll see you after work. I love you." Mrs. Tribal kissed her son o the forehead. After that, she rushed out the door. He was sixteen and his mom still hadn't stopped treating him like a child. How pathetic was that? Zidane got out of his bed and made his way to his closet, grabbing out a pair of loose black pants and a black band shirt. It was his favorite band – Simple Plan.
It took a few simple minutes to get ready and head out the door. When he peeked at his watch, he looked at the time. Then, he saw the day. It was Sunday! MOM, he thought. Then groaned. As he was heading back, he noticed a moving truck. It was awfully big. He noticed how the movers were taking many things in. A couple was helping. Then, he saw her. She was sitting on the curb with her CD player, singing. She had long black hair, creeping down her back, wearing a pair of blue jean overalls and a gray tank top. Suddenly, She glanced up at him. So, Zidane made his way towards her. He waved lightly. "Hi, I'm Zidane Tribal. I live only a few houses down. What's your name?" he asked politely.
"I'm Garnet. Garnet Alexandros. I just moved here from Alexandria." The girl explained. "This is my first time to be away from home. At least, that's where I call home. I've lived there my entire life. So, I'm kind of used to that place. You know?"
Zidane nodded. "Yeah." He couldn't imagine moving away from his home in Treno. It was the only place that he wanted to be. It was that simple. So, he could imagine how hard it must have been on her. After all, it's like they say: Moving is toughest on the kids. They are the ones with all the friends.
"So, you goin' somewhere?" Garnet asked, pointing out that he had his backpack with him. She laughed. "Well, I was until I saw that it was Sunday and not Monday or any other school day. You know?" He answered.
"Ah, school. Well, you know, you already have to go home anyways. And, if you do go home you probably won't be able to get any extra sleep. In addition, on weekends your friends more likely than not sleep in on weekends. So, maybe you and I can hang out some? What do you say?" Garnet asked.
Zidane shrugged. Then, he thought over whether his mother would care or not. He spent a few minutes debating with himself about this. Finally, he answered. "Sure. Okay." Well, it didn't matter if his mother cared or not. He could use the excuse that he was trying to be a good neighbor.
Garnet smiled. "Great." She stood up. "Mom, Dad, I'm going to my friend's house!" She exclaimed. Well, at first she thought she could get off simply with that, but she was totally and completely wrong.
"Excuse me, Missy. Who exactly is your friend?" Asked a woman, who was irregularly large.
"He's Zidane, my age, he is a good kid. He was going to school, when he realized that it was Saturday," Garnet explained. She shot him a glance that told him to go with the flow. So, that he did.
The large woman looked him up and down. Then, she said with a deep accent, "Fine. But be back before curfew."
"Thanks. I will. Hold on." Garnet said, running onto the driveway, grabbing something. Then, a moment later, she returned with a skateboard. "C'mon." She said.
He looked at her as she grabbed his hat and put it on sideways. "You skate?" he asked her a bit surprised.
"Yep." She was obviously proud. He could tell by her tone. Then, he sped up. All of the sudden, she did a kick flip. She could tell he was shocked. "Be amazed." She joked.
I already am, he thought. But he just laughed.
"Ziddy, take this, please?" She asked, slowing down too give him the portable CD player. He took it, so she could mess around on the skateboard. Then, he listened to it. It was Avril Lavigne's new song "He Wasn't". Zidane liked that song.
"Hey, Ziddy, turn it to track ten." Garnet said. "That is a great song."
"Oh, Dude, this really is the official CD, isn't it?" Zidane asked in amazement.
"No duh!" Garnet said sarcastically. "Hey, Dude, thanks for helping me out back there. I hate sitting there just listening to music. It was so boring. So, seriously, how old are you?"
"Me? I'm sixteen. You?" Zidane asked, running a hand through his blonde hair.
"Same. Who's your favorite band?" Garnet asked.
"Simple Plan. Yours?" Zidane asked.
"It would definitely have to be Blink- 182. I love those guys!" Garnet exclaimed.
"My house is just around here. It isn't too far now. Okay?" Zidane said, changing the subject.
"Gotcha! Oh, hey, what do you want to do when we get to your house?" Garnet asked anxiously. She couldn't wait. She smiled at him, catching him looking at her once or twice.
"Oh, I don't know. I think we might watch T.V. some. You know, I have no clue." Zidane confessed.
"Oh well! We'll figure something out. It doesn't matter!" Garnet said. "Wait! Let's hit the ramps! I know a friend that used to go there! Come on. You live there. So. . . we go left! Let's go, Zidane!" Garnet grabbed his hand and made him speed up to almost a running pace. She laughed.
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Denise Tribal had already made her way to work, checking the work shift so she could check her name off of the list. Yet, she did not see her name on the list. Then, she checked the work schedule.
"SUNDAY?!" She exclaimed, disturbing the workers. "Whoops. Sorry," Denise whispered.
Swearing under her breath, Denise exited the building and went into the parking lot, searching for her car. It took her a while to find her blue Chevy, but she did. As she was stepping into her low rider, she dialed home. For a while, she let I tring, knowing that most likely Zidane would be there. Nothing though. There was no answer. Then, she remembered that Zidane had a new cell phone. She tapped her forehead, trying to remember it. When it popped in her head, she dialed it immediately. Come on, Zidane, answer it! she thought anxiously. "Hello? Zidane? Where are you?"
"I'm at the park, Mom." Zidane explained. "Garnet! Whoa slow down!" "What? You're not at home? At the park? Why would you?" Asked Denise in a semi-panicked voice.
"Mom, it's okay! I'm with a friend. She and I are going to the park just to hang out. I'll be back before curfew. Okay, Mom. Besides, it's highly doubtful that we'll spend all day at the park." Zidane explained over the phone Denise began to take a breath. Then, she spoke again.
"Well, it turns out it's a Sunday. I have to go back home. Remember Zidane-"
"Hey, Mom, I want you to talk to my friend, Garnet!" There was a lot of noise. Denise figured that possibly he was giving her the phone.
"Oh, hello, Garnet. Yes. I am Zidane's mother. I am Denise Tribal."
"Oh, uh. Hi, Mrs. Tribal." Garnet said. "I just moved here from Alexandria. It's a big place, that is."
"Yes. Well, I have to get home. But it was a pleasure meeting you. Tell Zidane I said bye." Denise said. Then, she hung up the phone, sighing. "Well, so much for innocent." She said, starting up her car. "My little boy is growing up!"
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"Yeah! Go, Zidane!" Garnet exclaimed with enthusiasm. She clapped so hard that her hands turned red. She had shouted so loud that her throat was beginning to hurt. Garnet watched as Zidane did 180's, kick flips, and then, his final trick was a triple kick flip. He was so cool to watch when her was skateboarding.
"Alexandros!" Zidane had thought of that name when she was talking on the phone with his mother. He found the name 'Garnet' to sound too much like an Alexandrian. And if there was one thing he figured out, it was that you couldn't survive unless you went with the flow.
"Yep?" She asked, walking over to him and grabbing her skateboard. "What is it, Ziddy?"
"Okay, well, I was thinking. Now, you have in to survive here, correct?" Zidane questioned. But he did not let her answer for herself. "Correct. Okay, now, we need to think of a good name for you. Just to, you know, help you out. You don't want to feel like an outsider? Do you?"
"Umm, not really." Garnet answered, not sure if she had to or not.
"Well, how about Alexandros?" asked Zidane. "It seems kind of spunky! You know?"
"Yeah, but even if so, I want a new identity. Something that isn't so, me. Hmm. . . What could we have?" Garnet thought outloud.
"Okay, uh. . ." Zidane thought for a moment. Then remembered the thing that his father had showed him when he was only seven. "Dagger!"
"Yeah, what about it?" Garnet asked slightly dumb.
"Your name! It could be Dagger!" Zidane exclaimed.
"Oh, yea! I totally like that for a name! It's perfect!" Garnet loved that for a name. But, then she had. . . other thoughts. "But, my, uh mom? What would she think? Would she accept that name?"
"Crud!" Zidane exclaimed. "Say, uh, she's not big on name changes. Is she?" He knew that was an obviously dumb question.
"Yeah, I don't think so." Said Garnet, looking at him as if he was an alien. "Gotcha! Okay, then. Hmm. . ." Zidane thought for a moment. Then he thought. "I know! Well, I could just call you by that name when your mom isn't around!" He exclaimed, just thrilled by his idea.
"But, what if our friends come -" Garnet stopped herself and remembered that she did not have any friends. Not anymore she didn't. "Well, finish." Zidane stated.
"Never mind. . ."Garnet put her head down. Then, she remembered it was her turn with the board. So, she took the skateboard and ran up to the ramp. She did trick after trick. Sometimes, she would look away from what she was doing and she would see Zidane just looking at her smiling. But, she just ignored it, knowing that it was probably that he was surprised by the tricks she could do.
"Yeah! Dagger, go!! Whoa! Yeah! That's my girl!" Zidane exclaimed. He was clapping as the board roughly hit the hard concrete. Then, suddenly, Zidane felt something behind him. Two hands covered his eyes.
"Zidane. . ." a female voice whispered in his ear.
"Bre." Zidane guessed.
"Hey, Zidane, what's up?" Asked one of Zidane's friends, Blank. He had spiked red hair and wore some comfortable loose blue jeans and a black T- shirt that read in green letters: Nautica.
"Nothing much," Zidane said. Then, he drew his attention back to Dagger, formerly known as Garnet. "Whoa! Oh yeah! Go Dagger!!"
"So, Zidane, who's the chick?" His other friend, Marcus asked. His hair was unseen because of his bandanna. Marcus took a liking to the street look with bandannas and loose pants and loose shirts.
"That 'chick' over there is my new friend Dagger. She just moved here." Zidane explained, careful not to mention where from. Luckily, his friends weren't really suspicious of it either.
"Zidane, you don't think she's more attractive than me. Do you?" Asked Bre. She was the feminine one in the group. She was not a player or anything. She was just. . . Bre. Bre had long maroon/dark red hair that was down to her elbows. Bre wore a gothic looking outfit. It was a black tank top with a fishnet long sleeve underneath and a pair of very loose black pants.
"I don't know." Zidane joked. He was sort of the joker in the group.
"Hey!" Bre exclaimed. "Don't be mean!" She smiled and laughed. Then, she French kissed him, playfully.
"Bre, lay off the flirting," Ruby, Zidane's other friend told Bre. Ruby was the motherly type of the group. She had her gorgeous blonde hair all combed out and fixed everyday. She wore a green tank top with army green colored shorts.
"Hey!" Bre exclaimed. She hit Ruby on the hand playfully.
"Zidane, who are your friends?" Garnet asked. "Sorry if I was impolite for not coming sooner."
"No problem." Zidane simply stated. He cleared his throat. "This is the one and only beautiful Bre. The lovely lady in the back is Ruby. Then, that freak in the bandana is Marcus. And then, there's that, other freak with the spiked hair. His name is Blank. They aren't really my friends. Well, except for the ladies." The two boys, Blank and Marcus rolled their eyes.
"I'm Gar. . . uh Dagger. I'm Dagger." Dagger almost slipped. But luckily, she caught herself. Everyone said their hi's and hello's.
Then, Bre got up. She started circling her with amazement. "She's got the look!" Bre exclaimed. All the boys turned their attention over to Bre. "Not like that!" Bre exclaimed. She ran over back to Zidane, sitting on his lap. It was funny, because she was the shortest of them all! She was about 4'5.
"It's okay, Shortstuff." Zidane said, wrapping his arms around her. But, secretly, he was looking at Dagger.
"Oh, yeah, Cinna said that he wouldn't be able to make it today because he's 'babysitting'." Said Marcus. The kids all laughed, except for Dagger who was obviously looking at his friends questionably.
Ruby looked up at Dagger. "Hun, Dagger, is it? Come here for a second." Ruby said concerned. Dagger nodded, following her, while the rest of the gang talked. In a few minutes, the two kids returned. "Hey, ya'll, I'm going to take Dagger here to my house. We are going to, uh, hang out." Said Ruby.
"Okay, whatever." They all said. "See ya!" Zidane said, winking at Dagger, specifically.
A/N: Oo What's going to happen? What are they doing? OOOH. . . Is Dagger jealous of Bre? Well, who knows! You will all just have to wait until the next chapter. Well, I forgot the disclaimer up top, so, here it is. No, I do not own Final Fantasy, Sqauresoft, or any other things, besides my characters such as Bre and this storyline and script. Well, don't forget to REVIEW!! Thnx for reading! BaByGuRl