Disclaimer: Ohhh I love writing these……LOOK. I do NOT own FF x-2! If I did I would've most definitely made more Rikku x Gippal parts… :sigh:

Note…sorry if you don't like Tidus' attitude…well actually I think it's awfully humorous but :shrugs: hope ya don't mind.

Believe it or Not- Chapter 6: THE Number

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Talk about unexpected.

Like a second ago, Selina was stomping up the stairs and throwing the door open, determined to make Gippal hers no matter what.

Then—BOOM, there was Rikku, hugging him tightly, with Gippal looking in sort of a confused way.

Of course, now Selina wanted to kill herno, smear horse dung on her face and then kill herNO, cut up her guts and then

Well, you get the point.

"Hey, Perverted Man, I saw your Playboy magazine," Gippal said, fumbling with his T-Mobile cell. He and Tidus had the exact same blue Ralph Lauren traveling package, so Tidus must have made a mistake and stuffed it into the wrong bag. Gippal grimaced at the cover with Demi Moore. "Isn't she like 40?"

"So?" Tidus yawned. "What up?"

Gippal rubbed his forehead, absentmindedly. Where do I begin?

Before he knew it, he was spilling everything that happened to Tidus, not even making an effort to cover up how sad and worried he was.

"Whoa wait," Tidus interrupted. "You stayed up 4 hours watching her?"

Gippal swallowed, realizing how absolutely PATHETIC he was. "Well…"

There was a odd pause.

To his dismay, Gippal heard Tidus chuckle. "Dude…do you like her?

"Now I'm confirmed that you're weird. Come on, who says 'dude' anymore? Only valley girls and—"

"Quit changing the subject, dude. Answer the question."

"What?"

"Do you like Rikkiha?"

"Rikku," Gippal replied without thinking.

"Yeah whatever. Ya got the hots for her or what?" Now Tidus sounded like he had a bad New York accent.

Hm…It happens when you're filthy rich and have people from all over the world come to kiss your ass.

"No friggin way!" Gippal cried, his voice sounded oddly off-pitched.

"Sure…Mr. 4 hours."

"Hey, it was the only decent thing to do, I nearly killed her."

Tidus murmured something that sounded Italian-ish. "Look, if you do—and I'm not saying that you do—but IF you do like her, I don't blame ya."

Gippal swallowed. "How come?"

Tidus sighed. "Well, she's…what's that word? Excrutriaextinctno, wait…exotic! Yeah, that's it. She's, well, different and she stands out. So she's hot. Very hot. No wonder why your heart's caught in your throat…."

"My heart is not..."

"Sure, buddy. Wutcha wanna do, man? Ask her out or something?

"No," Gippal said, because, truthfully, he didn't.

Tidus chuckled a bit. "Oh I get it. It's that thing where you don't want to like her."

Gippal nodded. "Yeah—and I don't. I mean, who would? That so-called exoticness could be turned into freakish in no time and besides, I heard that she…" he stopped himself because he was sounding exactly like Selina.

"Que? Que?"

"Never mind…" Gippal shifted his cell uncomfortably. "I gotta go, man. "

"Yaaa back to your sweet love," Tidus teased, emphasizing on the world 'Ya' and hung up.

Gippal sat down in a gold oriented chair. He had busted out of his room after Rikku hugged him because, well, it kinda freaked him out. And now, he was trying to gather up his thoughts.

Tidus was probably right. What was he thinking? FOUR HOURS? Rikku probably thought he was some stalker crap. And that stuff that he told Selina, "all we need is everything she has…"

He defended Rikku for no reason at all. Sure, Selina was being really nasty but she was ALWAYS like that. And why did he care?

Despite his well built bodywhich of course made him hotter than the hottest Abercrombie and Fitch model in the catalogGippal felt like a total wimp. The sickly pale girl who was once lying in bed, full of fever had miraculously gotten up, hugged him, and then laid back down and fell asleep. It happened so fast, and so sudden but it scared Gippal half to death.

It wasn't such a big deal, really. Just a simple hug. Not "Oh Gippal, I think I'm going to commit suicide." Just a hug. No words.

But it was enough to overwhelm Gippal. He felt a sudden longingand he felt this before—but it grew stronger…he felt a terrible ache excite his body….

What was that?

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"…and it's totally unfair because, well, I hugged him first…"

"Gosh, I'm so sorry Selina. But wait, maybe this isn't as bad as it seems."

Selina shifted the phone to her other ear. "What are you saying?"

"Well, I don't know—" Jessica sounded lost in thought.

"WHAT?"

"Er—it's just, did he hug Rikku back? Because if he didn't, it wouldn't mean anything."

Selina's eyes widened. She felt like she got hit with a huge DUH!

"That kind of makes sense…" Selina said, examining her perfectly well-done hair.

From the other end, Jessica sounded relieved. "I mean, maybe he doesn't like her at allhe's trying to be polite, that's allI mean, why else wouldn't he hug her back?"

Wow…Jessica was actually saying something reasonable…what next, Nobel Prize?

"I suppose so…" Selina did feel better, but more hatred grew inside of her.

"That bitch," Jessica said, as if reading her mind. "Don't worry, we still have our plan to get back at her."

"Yeah," Selina agreed. "I mean who does that K-mart girl think she is? Hugging my Gippal."

"Hey, Sel," Jessica said. "Meet me at Besaid Mall, okay?"

"Why?"

"The plan? We have to hatch it remember? I'll call Mar and Britt."

Selina raised her eyebrow. Since when was Jessica smart enough to come up with a plan?

"Look, it'll help you totally destroy Rikku," Jennifer pressed. "Really."

"Okay," It sounded pretty good. Selina wanted to see her plan, because right now that Rikku was completely destroying her mood. She didn't even feel like maxing out her American Express platinum card anymore.

She was goina downfall Rikku no matter what it takes…Besaid Mall here she comes.

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Yuna stepped into Gippal's room, closing the door quietly and setting a bowl of hot chicken soup on a nearby counter desk.

Rikku squirmed at the slight sound and sat up. "Hello."

"How're you feeling?" Yuna asked, sitting on the corner of the bed, her long ponytail-braid laying on Rikku's legs.

"Kinda dizzy…" Rikku admitted, touching her sweaty forehead. "I really need a shower."

"Gippal told me you had alcohol poisoning."

"Yeah," Rikku frowned. "But I can't seem to remember anything."

Yuna shrugged. "You probably did something when you were drunk because Gippal is acting really weird right now."

Rikku giggled. "Oh, that's probably because I hugged him."

"What?" Yuna bit her lips. "How come?"

"I don't know…" Rikku tried to smooth out her disarray of hair. "I think it was because he seemed sweet…you know, just kneeling there watching me for such a long period of time."

"He was watching you?" Color disappeared from Yuna's cheeks.

"Excessively long," Rikku said, studying the delicate patterns on the ceiling. "I wanted to sleep but he was staring at me and it…it made me nervous."

Yuna wringed her hand, desperate to figure out what was going on, but pressed onto another matter. "Where's Selina?"

Rikku pouted. "Hmmm…She locked herself in the bathroom for an hour talking on the phone, and then she went outside."

"Gippal was just on the phone with when I came by," Yuna said. "Cells…it's what everyone's using these days."

"What's so great about them anyway?" Rikku wondered. Cell phones were great to use, but why use it when you can use your home phone? She wondered to herself about this, then looked over at Yuna for a answer.

Yuna smiled. "Well it's actually not that appropriate," She paused, then leaned over and whispered something in her ear.

"WHAT?" Rikku's eyes went enormous. "How?"

"By calling the 1-900 number," Yuna stated, matter-of-factly. "They always have that number saved on their cell phones, and try to call it every so often."

Rikku burst into a fit of giggles. Boys were so ew

"I overhead Selina talking about it," Yuna added quickly. "So that's how I know. Don't get the wrong idea and think I've tried it or anything…"

"Let's try it!" Rikku said, excitedly.

Now Yuna was the one in shock. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, let's pretend to be a boy and dial it," After a terrible fever, Rikku was desperate to get some humor and excitement running in her blood again.

Yuna's mouth hung a bit open. Was this…Rikku….the one that climbed trees and chased squirrels and wore fluffy outfits and grinned at everyone and hugged everyone…suggesting to dial a 1-900 number?

Rikku grinned playfully and reached for Gippal's cordless phone.

See what happens when you try to act so carefree and naive? Nothing could hold you down. Especially not that kind of talk.

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