Author Notes: Another chapter of "Something About Her". Enjoy. ;P btw: Fear my evil quotations! And thanks to everyone who reviewed! Here's my response:
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Chapter Two: Meet the girl.
He tapped the silver coloured spoon on the side of the bowl, shaking his head, "I guess I won't be going there next year." "Of course you will!" Yuffie interrupted, smiling at him across the table, "we'll think of something." – End of Chapter 1.
There are only two kinds of scholars; those who love ideas and those who hate them.
Emile Chartier
"Yuffie." Sora said, a serious, low tone so unmistakable and unlike him that even the creepy old lady who lived next door with seven cats would have been frightened of, "this is the most stupid idea you've ever thought of! Wakka could have done a better job, and he sucks at ideas! Remember the time where he wanted to fly? He jumped off the fucking roof! "
He gripped the sides of the tattered and ripped computer chair Yuffie had pulled into her tiny bathroom by her small, girly bedroom. The bathroom was messy, and full of female beauty products that were placed around a sink on a white painted counter under a large mirror. He had no idea that his friend owned so much of it as he had always though that she was someone that didn't care much about her appearance and didn't need stuff like three different shades of lip-gloss and dozen hairclips in every colour that he'd never seen her wear.
Yuffie laughed merrily, paying no attention to Sora's 'serious' voice, letting the straightening iron pull at Sora's hair, "stop cursing, Sora. It doesn't fit you. And in Wakka's defence, he was eight." She grinned at him, finishing off the last lock of hair and stepped back to admire her work. "Damn, take a look," she spun the chair he sat in around to give him a look in the large bathroom mirror. Blue eyes widened in surprise and disbelief, his hair, now long, brushed his small shoulders, tips curling slightly. It been straightened, with quite difficulty on Yuffie's part and Sora had to admit, even if a nagging voice in the back of his head told him this was very, very wrong for a boy to do, that it looked kind off good.
"I look like a girl."
"That's the point silly," The black haired girl grabbed his shoulders, head by his own, looking at their reflection. "This is what'll get you into the school, the requirements are lower for girls because of the 'all boys school' factor Traverse had before your grandma' went there. Unfair, but true." She stopped, face completely solemn until she broke into a small giggle and hugged him, "come on! Let's try on a skirt and a top."
"No way in hell, Yuffie," he growled, not knowing that the girl, and every one else for that matter, knew he was Destiny Island's easiest pushover.
It was starting to get as dark as it could get on the islands during the summer. The sky, now a shade of darker blue, but too light to see any stars, was above their heads as Yuffie pulled Sora down the lighted sidewalk to the ferry docks, passing many small, idyllic houses in every light shade of colour known to man.
Sora had never felt as uncomfortable and nervous as he did right then, cursing the day his female best friend had been born while trying to not trip over his own feet.
Dressed in a pair of baggy blue jeans (at least it wasn't a skirt!), a sky-blue, frilly spaghetti strap top and a pair of low heals Yuffie had dug out of her closet, he felt like someone had cut his hair off and drawn a moustache on his face. In fact, when he thought about it, it would have been better if she'd done that rather than having him look like a girl.
Yuffie had, after much nagging, whining and threats, gotten Sora to try some of her clothes, leaving out that when 'trying them out' he had to try them out in public.
The best place to try anything out was at the main island. Teenagers on Destiny Isle could easily take a small fifteen-minute ferry-ride to the largest, main island city Djose where there were loads of crowded parties and clubs, due to the tourists, welcoming anyone that was up for it.
Sora was grateful that they would at least get off the island, it was enough that people thought he was strange (Running around with play swords and wrestling with Wakka at his age and walking around with Yuffie in the woman's underwear department wasn't what people called normal). Add him dressing and looking like a girl and they would be barging down his mother's door with rope and torches to tie him up and burn him like they did in the old days when supposed "witchcraft" could have been involved.
"Come on, Sora! Wakka's waiti-"
"Hold on a minute!" Sora's hart was pounding loudly in his ears from the running, a small dread filling his chest. He couldn't let Wakka see him dressed like a girl; the other boy liked to good-naturedly tease him (not that Sora minded, though it was sometimes annoying) about him looking a bit feminine, this was just going to give him more fuel.
"You didn't say anything about Wakka! Are you mad? Did you hit yourself with your goddamn straightening iron?" Sora snatched his thin wrist out of Yuffie's grip, making her stop and look at him, tilting her head. "Don't be a chicken! I bet if we don't tell Wakka it's you, he'll never notice, come on!"
Grabbing his wrist again with little to no difficulty as she was, to his frustration, stronger than him, she started to run as fast as her low heels could go without her meeting the asphalt with her pretty face.
Sora's stomach dropped as low as to the asphalt as the small, wooden dock came in sigh. He could see Wakka casually leaning on the rail; kicking some small sand shaded pebbles and watching them bounce over the other side into the water.
They seemed to slow down, and Yuffie let go of his abused wrist. "Wakka!" The black-haired girl waved, catching Wakka's attention. Wakka grinned in response, kicking off the railing to straighten himself. Shoving his hands in his beige, knee-length shorts, he lazily strolled to meet the other two. Sora felt ill, like the day when he had started Junior High and was standing in the gymnasium waiting to be sorted into a new class, hoping for the life of him that he'd end up in the same class as Wakka. Though, since there were only ten students in their year, there was no possibility that they would get separated anyway.
"Hi Yuu'," he looked at her before his eyes travelled over to Sora who stood defensively behind her. "Um…wh-" He squinted a bit, probably due to the yellow glow of the street light above them.
"Holy! Sora?" he exclaimed, his eyes went as wide as they could get, his mouth hanging slightly, somewhat resembling the old cartoons they used to watch on early summer mornings. Sora inwardly cringed and felt instantly embarrassed about the whole ordeal, trying to remember to smother the real female in the group with a pillow next time he caught her sleeping on their couch. "Not recognize him"-my ass! It was like a horrific scene pulled out of Yuffie's old shoujo mangas she still hid under her bed.
Wishing himself away, he smiled awkwardly before stuttering out a small, weak hello.
"Now that we're all past the 'Sora looks like a girl'-phase, can we get going? The ferry is about to leave and I'm dying for pineapple fajitas," Yuffie's energetic and upbeat voice killed the silence that hung between the two males, which Sora silently thanked her for, though still keeping the mental note of pillow-smothering in the back of his mind.
They walked wordlessly over the gravel to the wooden dock where a small, quirky ferry was slowly making its way through the water towards them, the silence only broken by a low humming coming from the girl.
"So you're seriously considering dressing up as a girl to get into a school?" Wakka gave his best, though he didn't look the part, male best friend a scrutinizing glance, while trying not to think about just how much his male friend looked like a girl. "Yuffie has the stupidest ideas."
The red head was leaning against the boat railing next to Sora who seemed occupied by the boat's floor. Sora's eyes, which had been staring down at his low-heal clad feet, moved quickly up, narrowing in suspicion "how did you know it was Yuffie's idea?"
"I doubt you'd dress in drag willingly without a deal of harassing and bullying."
It was at that moment said harasser popped up, holding three tickets in her hands, a smile plastered on her face before butting into the natter. "I didn't bully him!" Yuffie threw an arm over Sora's small shoulders before continuing, "You know Sora is a sucker, he'd do anything to please me."
"I wouldn't!"
Sora's cheeks blew up like a blowfish in a second, slowly releasing the air as Wakka pressed a finger against on of them, laughing heartily.
"I think your current wardrobe states otherwise."
