A/N: Summer school stinks—I'm doing really good, though (A's in both classes). Which is RARE and super awesome for me. Hah ha.

Anyway—here is the fourth chapter of In My Eyes.

"I had fun." Riku said low enough so that only I could hear (even though we were the only two people in the lounge, besides the hotel employees).

I smiled, "Of course, you were out with ME."

Riku chuckled, "Yeah." He hitched his thumbs in his pockets and slouched, "I'll see you at school then, Yuffie." I smiled his OH SO SEXY 'Riku Smile' and then giving me a hug—he left. I giggled. Oh my gosh—I giggled. I do NOT have a crush on this guy...I don't—right?

I shrugged it off then swiveled around and started towards the elevator. Hm…that wasn't totally bad. Riku and I went to the café, stopped by Cid's shop—to visit, and then we bummed around Merlin's place for a while. From my observation, Riku's a nice guy who's sure about himself and isn't afraid to let you know his opinions on things. He's not too big on letting you know what his feelings are though—secretive but not quiet. He's also really self-confident—I don't blame him, though. He's friggin hot.

"Hi George."

"Hi Yuffie. Just finish a date?" I guess he saw us.

I think I blushed, "Heh…no. Just showing the new kid around town—you know. Being friendly." I chuckled. He pressed the button to open the elevator doors.

"I see. Well, have a nice night, Yuffie. Tell Aerith and Cloud I said, 'hello'." I waved to him and he half-bowed. How cool. I held onto the railing inside the small elevator and looked up at the ceiling. There were lights—pretty lights. DING. Second floor. The doors slid open. In front of me were two people, one I liked a lot, and one who was not on my list of favorite people; Sora and Kairi. Ugh…what the heck were they doing together—and at 11:26 at NIGHT?

I put on a smile, "Hi guys—where you going?"

Kairi linked her arm with Sora's and gave me a smug smile, "We just came from Sora's suite, we're headed towards," she glanced at Sora then back to me, "—Sora's walking me to my room."

Geeze, why does she need to look at me like that? And—why the heck is she all over Sora all of a sudden? She really has issues. "Ooo. Cool—you guys on a date?" I asked with mock-cheerfulness.

"YES." Kairi said. At the same time Sora said, "No."

I cocked up an eyebrow. They were confusing me. "Oooh kaay. Whatever. Have a good night kiddies—" I walked out of the elevator and past them. Then I shouted over my shoulder, "And don't forget to use protection!" It was a joke—I really hope that's NOT what they're doing. Yuk.

I didn't turn back to see their faces. Kairi was probably rolling her eyes and Sora—well, I don't really know what Sora would have done. His facial expression, i mean. I've only seen him make three different faces: normal face, freaked out face, and his weird/funny face.(I've never seen his mad face)I love his smile, though—it's hilarious and makes me want to smile with him. Smiles are contagious. That's what I always say—Cloud says it isn't true and that I smile/laugh TOO MUCH. There is no such thing as smiling and laughing too much. NO SUCH THING.

Friday-entry 7

Have I told you, Journal, that Riku's like—freakishly sexy? Heh. I just came home from the date. I had fun—he says he did, too. YAY.

Everything was awesome until I ran into Sora WITH Kairi on my to my room. I mean, it was still awesome—what am I talking about? Seeing..her with HIM shouldn't bother me at all…right?

ARGH. Whatever. Good night.

The usual. I got up, had bad breath, took a shower, had breakfast and then went outside to look for someone to entertain me—My usual Saturdays.

In the shower there was a dramatic five minutes, though. I reached over for my bottle of shampoo, Garnier Fructis. Oh the best shampoo ever—makes my hair really nice. Anyway—back to the disaster, I picked up the bottle and attempted to squeeze some of it into my hand. Nothing. OH MY GOSH, there was no more. I had run out of shampoo. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" this isn't a movie so my "NOOOOOOOOO" thingie wasn't as loud and or as dramatic. But whatever, it was still horrible. I had run out of Garnier Fructis and had to use Aerith's shampoo.

Breakfast? I had waffles and OJ.

I always dirty my clothes. It's like—not on purpose or anything, but I always seem to get some sort of stain on my shirt, jeans, skirt, shorts—whatever it is I am wearing, at the end of the day I find a stain on it.

During breakfast I missed my plate and spilled some syrup on myself. Yuk. I was in need of a new pair of jeans now.

Walking into my room I picked up my remote and clicked 'PLAY'. "All that I've got" (The Used) began playing from my stereo. I chucked the remote onto my bed and then pulled off my jeans.

Shorts? No…I don't feel like wearing shorts. Khakis—With a band T-shirt? Uh…NO. Jeans. Ah…jeans are wonderful. That's like—the almost the only thing I wear. Jeans, they're nice and comfy and you can do a lot more in them than you can do in a skirt. Play sports (sometimes), sit comfortably, sit down crossing your legs, do cartwheels, jump-kick someone…lol. Ok that last one isn't a nice thing so don't do it. Only do it if someone is bugging the poop outta you—heh he. I didn't tell you that.

"—When'd we take that picture?" I snatched the photograph out of Aerith's hands. She was going through a bunch of them and the picture on the top (that she was looking at) was horrible. It was of Cloud, Aerith, the "human rock" and me. Yes—Squall was in the picture. Usually he doesn't like taking them, but I forced him to. That's why in the picture I have him in a headlock.

"Someone's wedding—don't remember who's it was." She answered still looking through the pictures. How do you not remember who's wedding it was? ..Nevermind. I didn't remember either.

"Ooo. That explains the goofy dresses." I pointed to the dress Aerith was in.

"YOU were supposed to be in one of those 'goofy dresses', too." Aerith snatched the picture back and examined it.

I laughed, "But they were so goofy looking—and LAVENDER!" I made fake puking sounds, "I think that little-boy tuxedo I wore was WAY COOLER." I was little enough to fit into a tux fit for a 12-year old kid. I wore with it my black and white checkered (classic vans) and my checkered tie. My hair was in a Mohawk; you know how girls with short hair sometimes make Mohawks but leave the sides down? Yeah—like that. Tidus had said the night before that if I did a Mohawk he would, too—He lied. But whatever, I stuck out and I think attracted a little too much attention away from the bride and groom.

"Hey Yuffie?" Cloud called me from the kitchen.

I turned my attention away from the pictures, "Yeah?" He was standing in the doorway behind the reclinerI was sitting in.

"You know what day it is?" he said in a 'oh my gosh guess what!' tone.

"WHAT?" I jumped up off the chair.

"It's your day to do the dishes—actually yesterday was, but you didn't do them. Get started, kiddo."

O.O

Cloud just called me "Kiddo"—like, was that not WEIRD BEYOND WEIRD or what?

"Do I have to? I—I have other plans!" Ididn't really have plans.Cloud leaned against the doorframe. I griped, "But doing the dishes is like..SO NOT FUN."He just gave me a dull stare.I growled and slouched as I started sauntering towards the kitchen.

DISHES DONE.

"YESS. FINALLY." I dried my hands off with the towel on the counter and then I heard the phone ring.

"Hello?" I opened the Gushers box that was in the pantry and took a pack out.

"Hi, is a Miss Yuffie Kisaragi home?"

"Uh—yes, this is she." I tossed the first red gusher in the air and was ready to catch it in my mouth.

"Oh. Hello, Yuffie. This is Fred Mills, your case manager from EOC."

I blinked, "EOC?" Thud. The gummy ooze-filled candy bounced off my head and onto the floor.

"Um…yes. The program you were signed up for from school?"

"OH yeah. Hah—that's right. What's up Fred?" I grabbed another one, a blue one this time and thought it'd be smart just to eat it normal.

"Heh. Well, I found you a job at Gepetto's workshop."

"Really?"

"Yes—you will be working there for 80 hours to gain some work experience. I believe Ms. Brettlinger has already explained this to you?"

"Uh…I think she did. Honestly, I can't remember." I smiled sheepishly, even though he couldn't see me.

"Oh. Well, that's all right, Yuffie. I just called to let you know: you've got the job already—but Gepetto would like to meet you before you start working there. It's not really an interview so don't worry about impressing the guy too much." I cocked up an eyebrow; this guy was my case manager?

"Ooh kaaay……."

"Yes. Oh—and the date of the meeting is Friday next week, the 21st. Be there at 5pm sharp. Alrighty?"

"Yeah…got it. Thanks Mr. Mills."

"Your welcome."

"Bye."

I hung up.

Was I supposed to write that stuff he said down? Eh whatever…I think I'll remember it. Gepetto's workshop. Friday. 5 o'clock. OH NO!

SHOOT. Sora's band has a show Friday night—I already promised I'd go. Darnit.

Yeah—I was wrong. I thought Sora was a guitarist, well—not totally wrong. He USED to play the guitar, but switched over to the base when he joined his friend Johnny's band (Scotch taped Hearts). They play alternative rock and their band logo, OH MY GOSH—it's SO COOL.

…bet you can't guess what it is.

Oh you fun suckers. Yeah. It's a red heart that is SCOTCH TAPED together (cause it's ripped in half) and it says "SCOTCH TAPED HEARTS" on it. I'm not good at explaining things—but er…it all looks like someone drew it was chalk or something. You picturing it in your head kinda? It's pretty awesome; if the red parts were hot pink it'd be even cooler. But it's not my band so whatever. It's still super awesome.

Anyway—what the heck am I supposed to do?

I can't just NOT show up to my first meeting with my future boss—but then I can't NOT show up to my friends' show. I'm their number one band groupie. Heh he…I'm not really their groupie—but I had no part in the band so we just decided to call me the groupie and I make them look cool.

This stinks SO BADLY.

"WHAT?" Sora half-freaked. "What do you mean YOU CAN'T GO? Yuff—you promised." He gave me sad eyes now.

Oh that loser.

"Sora—my case manager called and said I have to go meet Gepetto. I already said I'd be there."

"But you also promised ME you'd be at our show." Sora flopped himself down on his bed. I sighed then walked over to his bed and sat down next to him.

He looked away from the ceiling to me; I looked down at him, "Sorry?"

He sighed this time, "Whatever Yuffie."

I pouted.

Sora narrowed his eyes.

I added in puppy eyes.

Sora grinned—I won. Don't know what I won, but I just did.

Aerith let me spend the night at Sora's. Sora tried to teach me how to play "Stairway to Heaven" (Led Zeppelin). I've got the intro down—heh. I'm usually a fast learner, but I just wasn't quite getting it. Plus my fingertips were really hurting—they felt raw and were throbbing. We stayed up 'til almost two in the morning; I got too tired and decided to just go to sleep. Well—I didn't decide, I just did. I fell asleep while Sora was playing the song for me. My eyes were closed and I was quickly dosing off, but the last thing I remembered was Sora picking me up off the beanbag chair and setting me down somewhere softer.

I opened my eyes. It was really bright in the room; I strained my eyes for a while. Finally my vision came into focus and the first thing I saw was a pair of cobalt eyes. Next was sun kissed brown hair—bangs actually, in front of the eyes. The person chuckled; I finally registered it in my mind that it was Sora.

"About time you wake up, loser." He said to me as I sat up. "Yuff, watch out—"

BONK.

Yes—that was the sound of my head coming in contact with the bars that held up the top bunk. Ow. I guess this was where Sora set me down yesterday? The bottom bunk of His and Goofy's bunk bed.

Sora laughed. "Oh that's really nice, Sora." I rubbed the spot on my head that was now throbbing.

"Hey—you like laughing at people when they get hurt."

"Well, it's only funny when it's SOMEONE ELSE getting hurt."

Sora rolled his eyes at me. He then walked over to and sat down on his black beanbag chair. He thought for a moment then arching a brow he asked, "So—who's Riku?"

My eyes widened and my face got kind of hot, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, after hearing you repeat his name about five times last night I got curious." He grinned, "So?"

"..Some guy from school." I looked away from him but then glanced back at him a few seconds later, he still had that grin on his face, "I don't have a crush on him ok!"

He laughed and raised his hands, "I didn't say anything." He chuckled some more as he walked out of the room.

What the heck was he doing listening to me sleep talk?

Sunday-entry 8

I slept over at Sora's house last night. He taught me how to play Stairway to Heaven. That was fun. The guitar is like—SO AWESOME, I'm really thinking about playing the guitar now. Oh, and I just found out I talk in me sleep. NOT a good thing—especially if I'm going to keep dreaming about Riku.

Oh yeah—and did you know that when you wake up in the morning with Sora as the first person you see, it actually isn't bad at all. I have no idea what I just said/wrote. It made sense in my head—but now that I wrote it down it doesn't anymore.

I just remembered. What the heck am I supposed to do about Friday? Go to my 'interview' or go to Sora's show? Isn't it SUCH a huge co-wink-E-dink that they both end up on the same day at the exact same time? Gosh…this stinks.

A/N: thanks for REVIEWING guys, it keeps me motivated to continue writing. :D

I'm too tired to list you guys..but to my reviewers, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, YOU ROCK and hope you're having as much fun reading as i am having writing this story.

I have to go to school. (EVIL) SUMMER SCHOOL is tomorrow, I was already late to class today and they took off ONE HOUR. If i miss SIX HOURS of class, i will be dropped. FRUITY? Yes, very.