Hi peoples. I had a huge Muse attack recently, and this is what has come of that, a bunch of short Squffies, which are all separate stories right now. So have fun reading. They will probably be added sporadically. Right now I have about 6 running through my head. And who knows. Maybe one day one of them will become a full blown fic.

Disclaimer: (I hate these things) I don't own it, ok? Although I have decided I am Yuffie's long lost twin sister. (and this is the only disclaimer I'm putting)

Anyway, this one came to me when I was in the shower one day. I always seem to get ideas when I'm in there. Hope you like it.

Steam

Yuffie came skipping into the green hotel room she shared with Squall, a big grin on her face. Squall was sitting on the bed, polishing his Gunblade, his usual scowl on his face.

"Hey Squallie, guess what?

"Leon," he grumbled, not looking up at her.

"Whatever. Guess what?" She paused for a second, but when he didn't answer, she just continued talking. "I've got a date on Friday." She gave him a toothy grin, grabbed her towel and skipped into the bathroom to take a shower.

She stood under the hot water, letting it cascade down her whole body. She let out a content sigh and then heard the bathroom door open.

"Squallie, get out of the bathroom, I'm busy in here."

He didn't even bother to correct her this time. "What do you mean you have a date?"

She smiled as she scrubbed her head with shampoo. "It's exactly what it sounds like, a date. And I'm not talking about the fig and raisin type thing." She heard Squall grunt and knew that his typical scowl was still on his face.

"With who?"

"Remember that boy we say in Cid's shot today? The really cute one with the messy light brown hair and the bright green eyes and the really cute— "

"I remember." He cut her off. "Continue."

"Well, I was off doing my ninja thing this afternoon, and I saw him sitting in the café, so decided to go over and talk to him. He's a really nice guy. We talked for quite awhile and then he asked me out to dinner Friday. Of course I said yes. Maybe I should go over and ask Aerith what I should wear and how I should do my hair. Maybe I'll even wear make-up and a skirt. Maybe the green one that Aerith bought for me, that I've never wore. It would look real nice with—"

Squall cut her off again. "Are you going to do this?"

"Yep." She stuck her sudsy head out from behind the shower curtain, and, through the steam, saw him leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, and still scowling. "Why do you ask? Jealous, Squall?" She grinned at him and stuck her head back in to wash off the suds.

Leon walked over to the toilet and quietly pushed the handle down. The water in the shower lost pressure and Yuffie let out a yelp.

"It's Leon," he called back to her as he left the bathroom, glad no one was around to see the smirk on his face.