There was once a slight misconception among the masses of Spira. Many people believed that a priest or priestess was the same thing as being a Summoner; one just precluded the other.

That notion was false. There was a big difference. Being a priest meant that one had to be claim, reserved, and spiritually connected to the world, and to the people of Spira.

On the other hand, being a summoner meant that one just had to be spiritually connected to the faith; a good summoner needs nothing more. But a great summoner however, was spiritually inclined with everything around them: the earth, the sea, the heavens and most importantly his guardians.

Lord Braska considered himself a great High Summoner.

Lately Lord Braska had taken notice to a change in one of his guardians. Auron hadn't been making himself present as much as he use to. For three months Braska and Jecht had seen less and less of there dear friend.

While at first Braska had dismissed his former guardian's scarceness, Jecht's constant bantering about Auron's behavior finally got under his skin.

"I'm tell'in ya Braska somethin' is going on," Jecht declared momentarily taking his attention from the concert that played on Omega Sphere.

"I'm beginning to agree with you," the High Summoner sighed.

"I hardly see the stiff SOB any more, it's creepy. I go to his house, he's not there. I go to the gym he's not there. And he damn sure don't come here no more, cause we've been hang'in out at this dump every day for two weeks and he ain't shown his face. Hey," Jecht turned to Braska, "you don't think he's still mad about that love Ad thing do ya?"

The summoner shook his head, "no, Auron's never been one to hold anger. If he were still upset he would have confronted you by now." Braska rubbed his chin, "I suspect a different plot is afoot."

Jecht snorted, "like what? He's got a girlfriend or something?"

"Maybe," it wasn't what Braska had been shooting for, but it did seem perfectly plausible now that Jecht mentioned it.

"No way."

"Why not," Braska asked flatly. "I think you and I both know nothing takes up time quite like a woman."

Jecht sneered, "tell me about it." The former Blitz star got a mental flashback of all the countless man-hours he put into pleading with his wife to let him back in their bedroom. "But still, this is Auron we're talk'in about here, Auron. The man who turned down the High Priest daughter."

Braska sighed again "there's a reason for that."

"Oh yeah, like what? And don't give me that 'he didn't love her' crap. Cause I remember seeing pictures of that woman and she was hot. I'm talk'en so hot there wasn't a man living or dead who couldn't learn to love her."

Braska shook his head, suddenly getting intensely serious, "there was something about that woman, something dark, something sinister, something down right evil. Something I'm not at liberty to talk about."

"Well I don't care," Jecht crossed his arms stubbornly. "I still say that stiff don't have a woman!"

"What makes you so sure?"

"It's simple Braska, we're his best friends, his boyz! And no guy ever starts a full-fledged relationship with out running the goods by his boys for inspection," Jecht proclaimed confidently.

"Maybe he feels that the matter is personal and none of our concern," the high summoner pointed out.

"I remember back when I was in high school," the former blitzer said getting off subject.

"Man I tell ya, I had all the girls," Jecht reminisced as his trade mark cheesy grin slid on to his face.

Braska groaned, was it possible for that man go five minutes without talking about himself.

"Yup I was irresistible, not to say I'm not now mind you, just that I'm kind of taken now with the wife and all."

Braska gave up on the conversation, and whipped out a nail file and began to give himself a manicure.

"And I just didn't let any old girl ride the Jecht express, oh no. She had to have it all, like that hot little piece right there," he beamed pointing to the young woman in the ultra short mini skirt who was working her moneymaker across the rotating stage. "Yeah that little missy could book a passage any time she—," Jecht halted as he got a facial glimpse at the scantly clad girl. "Opps! Sorry Braska, that's your daughter."

That caught the high summoner's attention.

Braska's eyes went wide with panic as he saw his little girl gyrating in front of hundreds of drooling men. He dashed to the Omega Sphere and pressed his face and hands against the glowing screen as a deeply disturbed scream rang from his throat, "YUNA! HONEY PUT SOME CLOTHS ON!"

Stories From The Farplane

Episode III: No Need For Relationships

"What time is it?"

"A little past midnight"

"I should go home now before my family starts wonder where I am."

"Of course, goodnight then," the former monk went to plant a kiss on the woman beside him when two fingers stopped his lips.

"Auron, when are you going to tell your friends about me," Samantha interjected.

The pair sat in the place where they could only truly have privacy, the Farplane's (legendary and romantic) field of flowers.

"Your right it is late, I should get you home," Auron sat up and began to walk off.

"Oh no you don't," she tugged his hand and made him stop, "your not getting out of this conversation again. Now answer my question," she snapped.

"Why do you wish to go through this again when you know it will only yield a argument?"

"It only yield's an argument because you never want to answer my question," Samantha pointed out.

"I will tell them when the time is right."

"It's been three freak'en months. The time isn't getting any righter," she spat impatiently.

"Humph, it isn't like you've told your sisters about me either", he said casting a dark glare on Samantha that made her release his arm.

"I'm…going to tell them," she said sheepishly.

"When" Auron asked in a high pitch tone, mocking his girlfriend sarcastically in a poor imitation of her voice.

"You don't know how they are," she whined. "If they knew about us they'd be meddling in our relationship none stop, I wouldn't be able to shake them."

"Oh and I suppose my friends—friend—is any better," Auron scoffed. He didn't mind telling Braska about the special some one in his life, but Jecht was another story.

Seeing that she couldn't win the argument Samantha shifted tracks, "listen it's been a great night, let's not ruin it by fighting." She put her arms around Auron's neck and smiled seductively.

"Then I'll hear no more of this 'telling my friends about us' nonsense," he pulled her close and rapped his arms around her waist.

Samantha smiled and looked deeply into her love's eyes, "honey I promise you'll hear no more of this tonight."

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The next day the morning was picture perfect, as it always was in the Farplane. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and an ex-Blitzball star was screaming at the top of his lounges.

"Awww damn it," Jecht swore slamming the front door upon his arrival from the mailbox.

Hearing her husband's scream Kolista dashed from the bedroom into the living room where he was. Her flimsy nightgown whirling around her as she lifted a baseball bat above her head in attack position. "What is it baby, more Yenova witnesses?"

"Naw, it's nothing like that," Jecht motioned to his wife to lower her weapon. "I lost a 1000 gil bet with Braska that's all."

"Oh," Kolista sighed in relief and tossed the bat on the floor. "What was the bet?"

"That Auron didn't have a girlfriend."

"And he does?"

"Well obviously," Jecht snorted. "This invitation to meet them for dinner tonight is signed 'From Auron and Samantha', " Jecht shot bitterly flicking the note on the coffee table.

Kolista looked at her husband blankly for a moment before she busted into convolutions of laughter. "Auron with a woman," she flopped down on the sofa and crossed her legs, "now that's rich. Some one's playing a joke."

"Yeah that's what I'm say'in, but which one of Auron's friends would do something that mean," Jecht's questioned, his voice becoming hallowed as he went into the kitchen.

"You would dear," his wife smiled sweetly "you're an ass."

Jecht's head popped out from around the corner "well I know that," he said slightly agitated. "But I didn't know anything about it and I know Braska would never do anything like this." Jecht rationalized the situation as he ravaged the freezer for anything that was instant and could fill the void of hunger that was currently pinching his stomach.

"Well how many friends does Auron have, I mean he never seemed that sociable to me."

"He isn't," Jecht slammed the freezer door furiously. He had came up short in his hunt for nourishment. "Come to think of it, me and Braska are his only friends." Jecht dejectedly walked backed into the living room and joined his love on the sofa.

"Hey Lista, when ya planning on going grocery shopping."

Kolista didn't even bother to look up from the magazine she was reading to answer that question, "grocery shopping? There's food in there."

"Two freeze pops and a waffle is not food," the ex-Blitzer shot bitterly.

"You don't need anything heavy to eat right now any way. You need to save your appetite for dinner to night with Auron and his new beau."

Jecht turned away annoyed, "I ain't going to that."

"Ok….than give me some money," she said putting out her hand.

Her beloved didn't move, "what for?"

"Well if we're not going out for dinner I'll have to cook," Kolista wiggled her fingers in front of her love's face. "And I have to buy dinner before I can cook it."

Jecht's face suddenly became twisted with fear at the prospect of Kolista cooking. His wife was a great beauty, but her domestic skills left much to be desired. "On second thought, I think I will except that invite tonight."

"Oh ok….then give me some money," her fingers wiggled again.

"For what" Jecht snapped, he was angry at the fact that he was not off the finical hook.

"Because if I'm going out tonight I'm going to need a new dress." Jecht narrowed his eyes and frowned in a vain attempt to show his displeasure.

"Now don't give me that look. You always say that I'm an extension of you, and I know you want to look good right?"

Lousy woman, she had backed him in the corner again. Jecht grumbled something nasty under his breath before he reluctantly handing her some gil.

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"You did WHAT?!" Auron's growled over the com-link.

"I said wear something nice tonight, we're meeting your friends for dinner ," Samantha repeated nonchalantly.

"Did you not say, just last night, that you would not worry me with this nonsense again?"

"I said you would hear no more of it 'that night,' learn to listen."

There was an uncomfortable long pause, and Samantha swallowed hard. Auron was pissed now, she could tell. Every time he got completely quiet he was pissed. She would rather have him yell at her, call her every dirty name in the book; he didn't have to be mad to do that. Yet he was silent and silence was bad.

Defeated, once again, Samantha did what she was did best, apologize. "I'm sorry" she choked out. "It was wrong of me to go behind your back." Still quiet, she tried again.

"You don't do such things to me….it isn't right of me to do them to you…." Still there was silence. "….Whom I care for," she said through clenched teeth; she was getting annoyed. Honestly what the hell did he want? She ate crow, she said she was sorry, what else did he want? It was like he was setting her up or something. Then it dawned on her, he was. Shit.

"You don't respect me" he spat coldly. "How can you claim to care for some one you don't respect? Some times I question your caring for me."

Yadda yadda ya here we go again, Samantha had heard this speech before. She could have kicked herself for not seeing this coming earlier. "Listen honey I'm very very sorry about this and I'll never do it again," she sighed.

"You better not" he threaten.

"So you forgive me?"

"Yes" he grumbled"

"So I'll see you at dinner to night."

"I suppose," Auron groaned.

At that moment chibi Sam started to do a victory dance in Samantha's head. The woman liked to win.

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"My baby was never like that," Claire screamed. "I know where she got it from—I'll tell you where she got from, that dirty Tidus boy!"

"Tidus is hardly to blame," Braska retorted. "If there is any one to point the finger at its that Rikku character," he grimaced in a hushed tone.

"What?"

"Nothing. So dear have you decided to accompany me to the dinner tonight" said Braska who ceased the opportunity to change the subject.

He had come to regret telling Claire what he had seen on the Omega Sphere last night. Surprisingly, she had ended up being more furious about the whole situation than he was, and had ranted about it all morning.

"Of course I'm going with you," she wasn't going to believe Auron had girlfriend until she saw it for herself. "Though I doubt this Samantha person really exists," Claire began to walk away from Braska. "It's probably just another one of Jecht's dirty jokes! That's where Tidus gets it from. Like father like….." She turned around to see her husband was no longer in her presents.

Braska had fled into the living room when his wife foolishly turned her back. He reached for the communications link. The Priest needed to verify something.

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"Why does everyone always accuse me of everything?"

"I'm not accusing you of anything Jecht, I'm merely inquiring."

"For the hundredth time, I did not write that invite Braska! To be honest with ya I was wonder if you knew anything."

"My friend I am as in the dark as you are."

Jecht grunted, "well then how bout we both get enlighten?"

Before Braska could comprehend what he meant, Jecht had clicked over. When he returned Braska could hear another com-link ringing over the line.

"Jecht what are you—"

"Keep quiet" he ordered.

A second later, a deep stern voice answered the phone, "hello?" Both Jecht and Braska kept silent. There was a sigh, then the voice lightened. "Samantha…….sweetheart?"

"Yes cupcake" Jecht finally replied.

Braska fought the urge to laugh, as he could almost hear Auron sneering. So Samantha did exist.

Auron's stern disciplinarian tone returned "what do you want Jecht," he snapped.

"Now now muffin, that's no way to act. Haven't heard from ya in a while. Your ain't available like you use to be, what's up?"

"Nothing is up" Auron said sounding deeply annoyed.

"Ya suuuuuurrrrrrre" Jecht taunted.

"I am positive," Auron said through clenched teeth.

"Cause you know buttercup, I got an invite here that says different."

"I can't talk now," Auron said rushing Jecht off the phone. He knew where this conversation was going, and he wasn't up for the discussion.

"But honeybun" Jecht began, his voice getting sickeningly sweet, "what's the matter?"

Auron's patents we're being worn dangerously thin, "you know Jecht you already have one brown-beating in storage for the that Love Ad nonsense, so just keep it up!"

"Why ya push'in me off the damn phone? I just want to talk to you, ya stiff bastard," Jecht yelled getting some what serious.

"I have to call some one."

"Who?"

Auron quickly whipped up an excuse, "if you must know, I have to speak to Braska".

"No need, he's right here—Say hello Braska."

"Good evening Auron" Braska chimed in.

Caught in his lie, Auron got quite. "Auron….are you still there?"

"Yes."

"Well, you said you needed to speak to me, so speak." Braska said adopting his usual innocent tone, "or have you nothing to say?"

Auron grunted, he had misjudged the situation. He thought that Braska would play peace maker as always, but today his former master decided to take up sides with ex-Blitzer. The scenario slightly perturbed him, but he laughed in spite himself. "Need a little help huh Jecht?"

"Wha'dya talk'in about?"

"What's with the pincer attack" Auron snapped.

Jecht snorted, "well we had to corner you some how, and since one-on-one thing wasn't work'in, I figured a little tag-team action was in order."

"And now that we have crossed that unpleasant bridge" Braska began, amusement drifting into his voice. "Perhaps we can get to the proper subject."

"What proper subject" Auron asked passively. A little stalling never hurt anyone.

"Now don't get cute, ya know damn well what--or should I say 'whom' we're talk'in 'bout."

"You'll meet her tonight," Auron groaned "if you find it in your good graces to make a appearance."

"What, no free preview" Braska mused.

Jecht snickered, "what she look like? Be honest, is she hot or has she broken a few mirrors in her day?"

"Goodbye Jecht."

"Awww come on, answer the question," Jecht taunted refusing to give up the conversation. "Or is it, you can't"

Auron refused to dignify his moronic friend's question with a response and hung up the com-link.

Braska sighed, "well done Jecht."

"Yup" the ex-Blizter laughed, "I'd say we made real progress."

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Braska and Jecht, accompanied by their wives, showed up at the restaurant described on the invitation promptly at seven o'clock. Both men were decked out in their best, well the High Summoner was at least. The ex-Blizter was in his semi-best, and it had taken a heated argument between himself and Mrs. Ex-Blizter before he got changed into that.

"This sucks" Jecht barked at his wife as he adjusted his collar. "Why did ya make me wear this stink'in shirt?"

"Stop complaining honey, you look fine" Kolista said with a soft smile that made the corner of her mouth twitch.

Despite her pleasant tone of voice, Kolista was highly annoyed with her husband. Though she had won their spat over his dressing attire, he had still managed to call her a few nasty things prier to her victory. She hadn't forgotten it, though she acted as if she had. After all, company was present.

"Yo Braska, do ya see that stiff any where. I'm tell'in ya if he bailed on us--"

"Calm down Jecht. He's over there," Braska pointed forward. Sitting at the third table from the left was the not to pleased legendary guardian and his lady. (While Jecht and Kolista turned to see the couple, Braska looked at his wife and rubbed his thumb and two fingers together in the universal "pay up" gesture.)

Auron, at Samantha's compulsive need to be on time, had been there with her a good thirty minutes ahead of time. During the middle of the day she had been gripped by the paranoia of being late and demand that Auron met her early. Now, however, she sat cool and collective (or at least pretending to be), at Auron's side.

"Hello" she cried, spring from her seat at such a velocity that Auron had to grab her chair to stop it from shooting across the room. "I'm Samantha."

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you," Braska said casting a brief amused eye on his friend. "I'm Braska and this is my wife Claire." They both did a slight bow.

"Yup and I'm Jecht. So now that we've got the pleasantries outta the way ya think we can get around to ordering?" He plopped down his seat and began to peruse over the menu.

Kolista forced out another smile, "honey aren't you going to introduce me?"

"This is Kolista," Jecht mutter unenthusiastically without looking up from his menu.

"His wife" she added, then took her seat.

"So, how long have the three of you been friends," Samantha inquired making petty conversation.

"Quite some time," Braska replied taking a sip of his wine.

"Yeah the longest" Jecht sighed. "Yo waiter" Jecht yelled snapping his fingers, "we're ready to order over here."

"You are ready to order," Auron quickly corrected.

"Well let's go! I ain't ate all day."

"Well who's fault is that?"

"Technically it's--"

"I'm ready to order now," Kolista chimed snapping her menu shut.

The six of them order and then a long uncomfortable silence filled the table, well actually just Samantha was uncomfortable. The rest of the group seemed unmoved by the lack of conversation.

Braska was kissing Claire's hand while she gazed at him lovingly. Kolista was looking in her compact and fixing her lip liner .Auron seemed content staring off into space and Jecht was happily gawking at the back side of a near by waitress, until Kolista looked up caught him and hit him on the arm.

The sound of the smack snapped Claire out of her trance. Realizing how rude she was being, Claire offered up a compliment as an apology "oh Samantha, I love your dress. Isn't the one from the Main Street Department Store Window?"

"Oh no, this is just a knock off I whipped up" Samantha said smiling brightly as she made reference to her strapless silver evening gown. She was glade that ,finally, one of them had decided to start talking.

Jecht began to snicker, "yeah I guess you did have to make a dress your self. I mean it ain't like the residential cheap skate here was goanna get it for ya." Jecht looked over in Auron's direction with his infamous cheesy grin.

Kolista frowned, she thought Jecht was smiling at Samantha.

"Hey hey hey," Jecht began to chuckle enthusiastically. "I ever tell you ladies about how Auron was always makin' us sleep outside instead of a hotel because he didn't want to spend no money on our Pilgrimage?"

Auron's face fell into a deep scowl, "did I every tell you ladies about the time Jecht blew all of our traveling money by gambling on chocobo races" he retorted.

"You can't hold that against me, I was drunk."

"No," Auron corrected "you weren't. You were drunk when you attacked the Shopuff and cost us all of our money the first time. The second time, with the chocobos, you were very much sober."

Jecht suddenly began to get insulted, "hey! I had feel'in 'bout Yevon's Little Helper."

"Yes you indeed had a feeling," Auron causally took a sip of his wine. "The same feeling you had for Grand Maester's Fury, Hop n' Pop, and Al Bheded All."

"Al Bheded All had that race WON," Jecht yelled furiously banging his fist on the table.

The argument going on, while being quiet amusing, was making Samantha slightly nerves; she needed to collect her thoughts. "I have to go the ladies room" she announced.

"I'll go with you" Claire chimed in, and the two of them got up and left.

Jecht took his attention from Auron and began to stare at Kolista who was planted firmly in her seat. "What" she said finally.

"Don't all girls go to the bathroom together?"

"That's just a stereotype."

Jecht's staring turned into an irritable glare; the woman just couldn't take a hint.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "go fix your make-up."

"Why….what's wrong with it," dread creeping into her voice.

"It's a little smudged right--"

"I'll be right back," she yelped hastily then took off for the bathroom.

Once Kolista was out of hearing Jecht grunted, "well that only took an arm and a leg."

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The two other women were pretending to fix their hair when Kolista busted in and pushed her way between them for her share of mirror space.

"So," Mrs. Ex-Blitzer began to say as she proceeded to apply another coat of eyeliner to her already many existing layers. "How did you and Auron meet?"

Samantha didn't answer right away. She inwardly debated on weather or not to crack on the brunet's rudeness; she decided not to. "We…meant at the Omega Sphere" she replied coolly as she smoothed her hair into place. "We just kind of…clicked"

"Wow, that's almost hard to believe" a smirk glided on to Kolista's face. "I mean, Auron isn't much of a talker. I bet I can guess who leads most of your conversations," she giggled and nudged Samantha in the side in hopes to make her feel uncomfortable. Kolista was still mad at her for the look (she thought) Jecht had given her earlier, and wanted to be mean.

However, Kolista's aiming for the other woman's discomfort missed it's mark, but it did strike her nerves. Samantha began to grip the counter of the sink so hard her bronze colored hands began to turn red.

"Yeah, he's not much of a talker, but he does listen to everything I have to say and doesn't ignore me. You know, like a husband would do to his wife after a few years of marriage," Samantha returned the same phony giggle and nudge.

Kolista's jaw clenched and Samantha's eyes narrowed.

"I remember how Braska and I first meant," Claire broke in. "It was so romantic." While the Al Bhed blathered on, in a vain attempt to lighten the mood, Kolista and Samantha stood locked in a mirror stare down.

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"Would you be as so kind to tell me just what is your problem," Braska nagged for what was probably the tenth time.

"What are ya, a marriage consoler now" Jecht shot down his glass of wine. "I said there ain't nothing' the matter!"

"What happen to giving up drinking" Braska said as his former guardian began on his fifth glass.

"Ya can't get drunk in The Farplane," Jecht snapped. Braska's beady little eyes never seem to miss a thing.

Auron grunted " besides don't you think he's tried."

"Ya know Auron, you stand on your damn soap box and judge me, but your just as big an alcoholic as I am--I mean was." For some one who couldn't get drunk Jecht was getting awfully surly.

"Unlike you, I only drank in moderation," Auron hissed.

"Ha! So you like us to believe. I knew about all those late night happy-hour sessions you use to have." Jecht's nasty cheesy smirk popped back on to his face as he began to imitate his dear friend's voice. "It's ok. You two get's some sleep, I'll take the first watch." He grunted, "yeah I guess you will. Ya didn't want to share didja' Auron?"

Auron frowned his deepest frown yet and his voice became cold and bitter, "So what if I did? I had to drink it. I had to drink it before you'd steal it!

"I ain't never steal nothing from you, ya son of a--" Braska cut him off.

"Actually….that was me," Braska sheepishly interjected. "I'd get thirsty at night and well I didn't think you mind." Both Auron and Jecht stared at him. "May we finish this later, the women are coming," Braska motioned at the three ladies heading towards the table (with a fairly long gap between each other).

Kolista, Claire, and Samantha took their seats just as the food arrived. A haze of tension settled over the table, and everyone was eating in silence. The few attempts at happy conversation by Braska or Claire was responded with grumbles, grunts, or other odd throat noises.

Kolista looked especially disgusted, why did Jecht have to eat like a filthy beggar all the damn time? She was barely able to keep her food down.

Jecht notice her look at him, "whasa a matta wish chew" Jecht asked, little bits of food flying out his mouth."

"Would it hurt you to eat with your mouth closed" she said just above whisper.

"I dom knowm," he swallowed, "would it hurt you to put on just three layers of make-up?"

Kolista's tolerance with her husband was spent, "honey just because you have the mouth of a donkey doesn't mean you have to eat like an ass."

Everyone at the table did their best to keep a strait face, with the exception of Samantha who busted out laughing.

Jecht never liked being the subject of ridicule, so turned the tables. "Who are you laughing at with all that silver on, look'in like ya just got struck by lightning."

Auron knew he should have been offended, but he couldn't hold back a low chuckle that rose from his throat; the dress was a shade too bright.

Samantha's lip curled and she gritted her teeth. She was tired of trying to be nice, sick of trying to get along with everyone. Jecht was an ass-whole plan pure and simply. So she would treat him like one.

"Well sweetie, if I got struck by lightning than your ass jumped by Freddie Kruger, all them damn scratched on ya face."

The entire table erupted in laughter and other people in the restaurant began to stare.

Kolista took a sip of her wine to clear her throat. It was clear Samantha couldn't stand Jecht, perhaps they could be friends after all.

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"He's such a jack-ass, why are you friends with him" Samantha complained to Auron who was walking her home.

"Jecht…" he searched for the right words to put it in "Jecht isn't what he seems to be. You just have to get to know him."

"I don't want to get to know him" she roared. "This evening was a complete wreak. Did you see all of those people looking at me? They probably though I didn't have any manners."

Auron grinned, "you don't have any manners." Samantha stopped walking and was about to retort when he finished. "Your loud, pushy, and terrible sneaky." He stopped turned to face her and smiled. "But that's what I like about"

She stood there for a moment, tore between being insulted flattered. "Yeah, well you got a bunch of faults too" was the best she could come up.

They started to walk again until Samantha notice they were getting a little to close to her house. "Hey, this is my stop" she tugged on his arm. "You can turn around now."

Auron preceded to walk, "no I can't."

"Huh?"

"I expected."

She got nerves "what do mean--"

"I called your sisters this afternoon. Told them you would introduce me tonight."

She looked at him and frowned. "Humph. You aren't the only one who can make last minute arrangements," he said grinning.

"You suck" Samantha spat.

"I know" Auron rapped his arm around her, "but that's what you love about me."

The End

A/N: Bet ya thought I wasn't going to finish did ya? Well here it is, over and done! I'd like to thank everyone that read and put up with the huge gap between up dates.

This fic, as some of you know, is the stepping stoner to my next project. A huge comedy FFX-FFX-2 fic. Hey maybe I'll do a preview or something.

LM signing off.