First off, I don't like the title of this story at ALL, so, I'm going to change it. I figured I'd give you a heads up, but I think it's going to be titled "A Forign Home". Again, sorry for the formatting, but for some reason it's not formatting like it used to for me! Anyway, here's chapter 2, enjoy!
Chapter 2: An Unwanted Date
"Whoa Tidus! What happened to your car?"
Tidus climbed out of his brand new car with a scowl on his face. "Some loser chick
smashed into me."
"That's one way to pick up chicks!"
"Yeah right," Tidus just mumbled. Right now, when he was juggling three girlfriends at
one time, he really didn't feel like he needed any more chicks.
"Stop your gossiping and get in here now!" the members of Tidus' Blitzball team heard
their coach scream, "And Tidus, you better never show up in a heap of junk again! This ain't
some highschool team!"
"Some chick hit 'im coach," a member of Tidus' team said.
"Yeah, besides, he's only seventeen. Can't expect him to drive that great!"
"Thanks guys," Tidus just mumbled to himself, and ran inside the Blitzball dome after his
team members.
"Now 'member, the big game is tomorrow," the Bevelle Brutes' Coach yelled at his
players as they all dove into the sphere pool, "I'm countin' on all of ya to win! We'll be playin'
the Zanarkand Abes, and you know how important it is that we win, ya hear?"
The Abes? Tidus stopped, and looked around. He had always dreamed of playing on that
team. He had no idea that they were playing them at all.
He was a dropout, not that it mattered. The year before he had dropped out of West
Bevelle High to join up with the professional Blitzball players, signing a one million gil contract.
He was their new star player, and most of his teammates were pretty jealous that a seventeen year
old could kick their butts.
Truthfully, he had wanted terribly to stay in school. His mother had always thought that
education came before Blitzball. However, his father was the exact opposite. After his mother
died ten years ago, his father basically told Tidus what to do. Tidus hated his dad.
Jecht was nothing but a good-for-nothing drunk, who had once played for the Zanarkand
Abes until Tidus' mother had died, and then had moved himself and Tidus to Bevelle. Jecht had
tried without luck to find a new Blitz team to play on, but he was nothing but a fallen star. Back
in the day, Jecht had been, and to some people, still was, the best. Now, it was Tidus' turn to
show what he could do.
Jecht had Tidus playing Blitz from the time he could walk. Endless hours of Blitzball,
and just not enough time for school. Not enough time for much, actually.
Then, just a year ago, some scouts had saw Tidus in his highschool Blitzball game and
had signed him up for the big time, causing him to have to drop out of school. Now, his Blitzball
career was supporting both he and his old man, and without knowing much else, Tidus spent
every dime he earned. Jecht did the same.
Practice ended early, being that the big game was the next day, and Tidus sadly climbed
into what used to be his new car and drove home. After all, it wasn't as if he didn't have five
other brand new cars.
Tidus walked into the door of his large house, ignoring his dad who was passed out on the
couch, and walked on upstairs toward his room, deciding that for once, he was going to spend the
night all to himself.
He sat down in a chair, thinking to himself. He was rarely alone...What was he going to
do now all by himself?
Sitting in his dark room, staring aimlessly at a poster of the Zanarkand Abes, not really
thinking of anything, Tidus was finally broken out of his expressionless nothings by a phone call.
"Hello?" he grumbled into the phone.
"Hey! 'Member me? We went to Blitz camp together years ago! My name's Wakka!"
"Huh?" Tidus mindlessly just said, "Never heard of you." Then, with a click, Tidus hung
the phone up, and tossed it into a chair, as he sighed and sat down on his bed.
Sighing, Tidus leaned back in his bed, dreaming of the game that was scheduled for the
next day...
"If you think I'm still upset over Gippal," Rikku said as Yuna and her walked through the
mall, "You're totally wrong!"
"Oh?" Yuna just said, although she was only half listening.
"Yeah. I've got my eye on a new guy!"
"Who?"
"Well, he's really cute, and hot, and he plays Blitzball."
"Hmm...You've got me! Who is it?" Yuna asked, swinging her shopping bag as they
walked.
"Come on! He's the Bevelle Brutes' new star player! Surely you've heard of him?"
"I don't really keep up with sports, remember?" Yuna said, sighing.
"Oh right, ever since your pops made you quit your Blitzball lessons when you were
nine..."
"Exactly," Yuna just replied, "I have better things to worry about than sports."
"Like getting your license!" Rikku said, smiling.
"Don't bring that up please..." Yuna just sighed, "If my father knew what I was up to
right now..."
"What? You can't even go back-to-school shopping? Now that's harsh!"
"You know what I mean!" Yuna said, although she smiled at her cousin, "So, do you
even have a chance with this new guy?"
"Sure!" Rikku said, "If I could only get tickets to tomorrow's game. They've been sold
out for like ever!"
Yuna just watched the ground as she walked. She was truly feeling utterly in a terrible
mood at the moment, and didn't feel much like doing anything. She hadn't really been in a
shopping mood, but she did need to get all of the latest fashions for school...
"Why hello there Miss Yuna?" Yuna's eyes rolled as she recognized the voice of
Seymour Guado, her next door neighbor. Sighing, she turned around, with Rikku sighing along
with her.
"What do you want?" Rikku asked nastily, "No, Yunie won't go on a date with you. I
don't care who your father is!"
"Oh yeah?" Seymour said, and waved two pieces of paper in front of their faces, "Not
even for tickets to the big Blitzball game tomorrow? I have my father's special box seats!"
"Ooh..." Rikku just said.
"You can't bribe me with tickets," Yuna just said, shaking her head.
"But you can bribe me!" Rikku cried, "Ooh, that new star player is as good as mine!"
"We're not interested," Yuna just said, shoving Seymour's outstretched arm away from
her, "Come on, Rikku."
"Come on Yunie!" Rikku whined as the two walked away from Seymour, "It's just for
one night! Puh-lease! Pretty, pretty, please! It'll make your dad really happy!"
Yuna stopped. It would please her father if she spent some time with Seymour, being that
he was one of the Maester's son...After all, Braska was always on her about her not spending
enough time with the "higher-society" of Bevelle.
"Fine, but only if you come with me and never leave my side!" Yuna said sharply to her
cousin.
"It's so a deal!" Rikku squealed, and grabbed her cousin's hand and pulled her over to
where Seymour was still standing.
"Oh Seymour!" Rikku cried, running over to him, "We'll so take your offer! But I'm
coming too!"
"Alright then, I'll pick you two up tomorrow at eight. Okay?" Seymour said, smiling a
strange smile. Yuna shivered. Everything about that guy was creepy.
"Fine. Come one Rikku," Yuna said, pulling her cousin along, "Let's just leave. I can't
believe I'm going on a date with Seymour Guado!"
"Don't think of it as a date," Rikku said optimistically, "Think of it as a chance for me to
see the biggest hottie in the world!"
"You have a new "biggest hottie" every week," Yuna said, rolling her eyes as the two
exited the mall and shoved their bags into Rikku's small car.
They climbed into the car, with Rikku babbling on about something or other, although
Yuna was only halfway listening.
"I'll bet Seymour can even get us into the big party after the game and everything!" Yuna
finally heard Rikku squeal, "Then that star player is as good as mine!"
"How old is he?" Yuna asked, rolling her eyes again at her cousin.
"Only like seventeen," Rikku replied, "Well, here we are Yunie! Now don't you dare
even think about backing out of that date tomorrow! And don't forget, school starts in three
days!"
"I'll see you tomorrow," Yuna just said drowsily, as she gathered her bags and entered
her house, wondering to herself what her father would say when she asked permission to see the
game with Seymour...
He must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew, the phone was ringing from
some distant area, waking him up.
"Damn phone," Tidus mumbled to himself, as he stood up, trying to remember where he
had thrown the phone. He wasn't really truly one to swear. It was just a habit he'd picked up
from his father and teammates. There were a lot of habits he'd picked up from them. He
supposed that was what one got when they spent all their time with older people.
"What do you want?" he finally asked, as he found the phone on the chair, right where he
had left it.
"Hey! We're all gonna go get lowdown drunk 'fore the game tomorrow," it was one of
Tidus' teammates, "We was wonderin' if you wanted to come along."
"Naw, count me out this time," Tidus said slowly. He'd picked up so many things from
his teammates, like swearing, but one thing he had promised himself never to do was drink. The
last thing he wanted to do was end up like his father.
The big game...Tomorrow...The only game that mattered to Tidus...
"Damn am I tired," Tidus finally just mumbled, as he leaned back, deciding that his night of doing absolutely nothing was going perfectly to plan. The phone rang again, and Tidus picked it up, staring aimlessly at the caller I.D. to note that it was just one of his many "girlfriends". A girlfriend to him, however, was simply just some girl he told he loved her, just some girl whose bust was large enough, just some girl who would do anything for him, not because they loved him, but because of his popularity. Just another girl he picked up at a party. Just another girl whose heart wouldn't exactly be smashed when Tidus never called him back.
Just another girl...Just another game...Just another night...