Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Final Fantasy VII. I do own anything else that cannot be identified as belonging to FFVII, anything related to FFVII, or anything that's copyrighted (such as…I dunno, Coke). FFVII and anything related to it is copyrighted to their owners (Squaresoft, Sony), as is anything that's copyrighted already. Anything else (such as Ocs, the plot, and the lyrics to the songs, restaurants, and other things) is copyrighted to me (so no stealing). Etc., ect…
I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that, my hand is itching and itching to write the exciting parts of the story, but I'm not there yet, so I can't. I'm not the type of author that can write certain chapters and do the rest later; I have to go along with the order (I already have an event planned out for each chapter). And, the "exciting" parts (to me, anyway) won't happen until like, chapter 15. So, still quite a long time until the plot really starts to fold out. My progress for writing has only reached chapter 8, because I've been sick and I have too much homework these few days. But anyways…for the good news! Remember how I said before that this story will probably only have like 33 chapters unless I come up with new ideas for new chapters? Well, I have! I've counted, and the story will probably have up to 40-41 chapters now. I'll try to make it longer if I can.
I know I should update Intricate first, but I couldn't help myself. You see, all the people that reviewed made me very happy, because this story now has 15 reviews! With only two chapters. This made me very happy. So thanks to Gaby, xXBrightEyesXx, Froline el-Vasper, Lilmizgrunge, Charan-Amaya, Kat, and Jaded Crescent for reviewing! Now, for some replies to the reviews (these are for everyone to read and know!):
1) Don't worry, there won't be many long, big descriptions of clothes. That's only the first chapter.
2) Oh, Cloud doesn't hang out with Reeve. Reeve hangs out with…people that will remain nameless, lol. Barret is the gym teacher. I'll put up the list of teachers so everyone can look at it and not get confused. Jessie, Biggs, and Wedge won't get a part in this story because I don't know much about them and I don't like them very much. Sorry!
3) I forgot to say this in chapter two, but yes, Tifa's hair is brown. I don't know why I put black. -goes to change it-
Here is the list of teachers that will appear in this story (most of them probably won't be appearing very often). The words in the parenthesis next to the names are the pronunciation keys:
Professor Cid Highwind - Mechanics
Professor Shera Highwind - Clothes Design
Professor Tseng Zhan (Zann)- Literature
Professor Sephira (Se-fear-a) Jenova - Art
Professor Jillenne (Jill-enn) Shimiro - Music
Coach Barret Wallace - Physical Education
Professor Naro Bugenhagen - Counselor
Master Dameru (Da-meh-ru) Zangan - Martial Arts
Professor Celene Dennis - Sociology
Professor Matthew Argen - Computers (Tech)
Professor Lisa Nickhole (Nicole) - Biology
Chapter 3 - Emotion Crash
It was Friday. The last day of the first week of school. There hadn't been any exciting events, although Cloud, Tifa, Aeris, and Yuffie hated the Turks more than ever now. Especially Vincent. He hadn't spoken a single word to Tifa after the incident. Guilt gnawed at Vincent's insides, though. Whenever he saw Tifa now, it would eat at him furiously. Vincent had thought of apologizing, but his pride instantly wiped out that thought. Elena wasn't helping much either. Whenever she saw Tifa, she would frown and purposefully avoid Vincent's eyes. Obviously, she thought that what Vincent had done to Tifa was overkill. Rude simply wouldn't comment. Vincent and Elena both knew that he liked Tifa. Reno didn't know, though. Rude would do what Reno asked him to do most of the time, but always avoided inflicting something negative upon Tifa.
Today, when Vincent walked into the sociology room, he saw Tifa chatting with Aeris. Tifa turned in her seat to see who had come into the classroom. She froze, and quickly looked away. Another wave of guilt attacked Vincent. He tried to ignore it and went to his seat. He sat down, and noticed Lucrecia enter the room. She was wearing a dark maroon blouse and dark blue jeans with black platform high-heels. Lucrecia was absolutely beautiful. The girl walked over to her seat, which was in front of Vincent. On the second day of school, he had switched seats with the person behind Lucrecia. Vincent smiled at Lucrecia as all his guilty feelings disappeared.
"Hello Lucrecia," Vincent said to her. She smiled back warmly.
"Hi Vincent. Did you finish the still-life sketch for art?"
"Yes," Vincent replied. "You?" Lucrecia nodded. "What did you draw?" The girl looked at Vincent slyly.
"You'll just have to find out during art."
"What! But that's last period!" Vincent protested. Lucrecia's smiled merely widened. Vincent sighed. "Fine."
"You'll have to show me yours too," Lucrecia added as she turned back to the front. Professor Dennis came out of her office.
"Alright, first off, I would like you all to hand in your diagrams of high school society that was assigned on Wednesday." As everyone handed theirs in, the teacher continued speaking. "I expect them to be highly detailed with descriptive paragraphs for each stereotypical group in the diagrams.
"Crap!" Yuffie whispered to Tifa and Aeris. "I thought it was too good to be true! I mean, an easy diagram that takes five minutes to do? No way! Ugh…"
"You didn't put descriptions?" Aeris asked. Yuffie shook her head. Aeris looked half amused, half sympathetic. "Oh, Yuffie. This is university! It's never that easy."
"Yeah," Tifa agreed. "I wrote paragraphs…but they aren't too detailed or descriptive." Just then, Professor Dennis spoke again.
"Alright class. I have a project for everyone to do. Now, before you all start groaning, I'll say that this project is a fun one." The professor paused. "You have to team up with a partner and create some sort of entertainment that shows us how some stereotypical groups are treated. It can be a puppet show, a play you've recorded on video, a song, a board game, something you can think of. Also, since this is sociology and opposite gender relationships are part of the subject, your partner will have to be a person of the opposite gender. That means guys and girls. You may get other people to help you, but you must give them credit. Once you and your partner have decided on something to do, come up and get my permission before starting the project. You may now choose partners." The class was instantly buzzing with noise as people tried to decide who would be their partner. Vincent tapped Lucrecia's shoulder. She turned around.
"Would you like to be partners, Lucrecia?" The girl blinked…then beamed.
"Oh, Vincent! Sure!" Vincent smiled.
"Wonderful. Now, what will we do for the project…?"
"Hm…I don't know. A puppet show would be kinda hard to do, I don't want to do a play, and a board game would probably be really complicated. I suppose that we could do a song, but…well, I'm kinda too shy to sing in front of the class…with you, of course," Lucrecia said.
"Hm…" Vincent frowned slightly, thinking. "I like the idea of a play, but if you don't want to do it…"
"Oh, whatever, I'll do it," Lucrecia said, smiling. "After all, there isn't really anything else we can do. Besides…the only reason I don't want to do a play is because I'm really shy…" Vincent smiled back at Lucrecia.
"Don't worry Lucrecia…you'll be find. Now, let's go tell Professor Dennis, shall we?"
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Aeris, Tifa, and Yuffie looked around with dismayed expressions on their faces. They barely knew any guys in here! Who were they supposed to partner up with?
"Um, hey." Aeris looked up. Nathan was standing next to her, looking awkwardly at the ground. "Um…would you like to be partners Aeris?" The addressee blinked.
"Erm.." Nathan was in three of Aeris's classes, and he had seemed like a good person so far. Really nice and not as perverted as most guys were. "Sure." It was Nathan's turn to blink. He looked surprised.
"Oh…oh, ok then…I mean…uh…so, what do you wanna do for the project?"
"Um…"
"Hey, I've just realized something!" Yuffie interrupted suddenly. Aeris, Tifa, and Nathan looked at her. "You sit behind me in this class and in literature!" Nathan stared.
"Oh. Uh…"
"Just a random observation," Yuffie told him. She started talking to Tifa. "So Tifa, no partner? Ditto here." Tifa smiled.
"Yeah…well, we don't really know anyone here…"
"Unless you count Mr. Jock-ass there," said Yuffie, jerking a thumb at Vincent. "Heh, that sounds like jackass. You know, he is a jackass. Hmph, look at him, talking to Lucrecia over there. Poor girl, she has no idea what kind of person he is. What a-" Yuffie stopped suddenly when she noticed Tifa's painful, distant expression. "Oh, I'm sorry Tifa! I didn't mean to-"
"It's all right Yuffie," Tifa cut in. She smiled wryly. "Heh, to think that I thought that he wasn't so bad…I mean, he and Elena would always stop Reno when he went too far. They never really picked on us that much…guess I was wrong."
"Oh Tifa…" Yuffie sighed and looked sadly at her friend.
"Hey," came two voices at the same time. Tifa and Yuffie turned around. Cory Laski and Sebastian Koroniko were standing there, smiling at the girls. Cory looked at Tifa.
"Be my partner?" he asked. Tifa scowled, looking at him malevolently. Cory's smile faltered slightly. Suddenly, Tifa's scowl disappeared and she was smiling back at him.
"Of course," Tifa replied. She and Cory began discussing their project. Sebastian looked at Yuffie. She grinned and nodded before he could say anything.
"Right, so, what do ya wanna do?" Yuffie asked, lounging back in her chair.
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"If you two choose to do a play that's recorded, it'll have to be at least fifteen minutes long," Professor Dennis said, looking at Vincent and Lucrecia. The students glanced at each other and nodded. "Alright then. Remember to make it detailed because this project will be marked out of 135 points." The teacher rapped the blackboard for the class's attention. "I forgot to mention one thing. The project will be due on October 1st. Since today is September 8th, you'll all have three weeks and two days to complete your projects. Get each other's phone numbers, work on it at home, get it done. The projects are marked out of 135 points, so make them good."
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"Vincent and Rude joined Rufus at their table in music. Rufus rubbed his hands together and laughed nervously.
"So…you guys got your songs?" he asked. "I'm really nervous…you see, mine isn't too good…"
"Come on, it can't be that bad," Rude said reasonably. "Vincent helped me a little on mine. At least you can sing. I can't…"
"Oh, you two will do fine. Stop whining," Vincent said, scowling at them. "You'll never do good if you don't try."
"So says the teacher." Rufus grinned. "Yeah…I guess you're right. Still, I'm really nervous about this whole presentation thing…mine's just plain keyboard." He sighed.
"Vincent played his electric guitar and I played my drums for mine," Rude said. Just them, Professor Shimiro called for attention.
"As you all know, today is the big day. Presentation day. Your very first presentation day in this class," the professor announced. She paused for effect. "While someone's presenting, I expect absolute silence from the audience until the end of the presentation. If you talk, you automatically loose ten points from your mark, which is out of seventy. If you would like to do yours again, you may, after everyone has presented. Remember to act natural and try not to be shy. Now, are there any volunteers to go first?" No one raised their hand. Professor Shimiro frowned. "Alright then, I'll just pick people randomly. Rufus Shinra, you're up first."
"Crap!" Rufus exclaimed, groaning. "Ugh…" He took out a CD that had his music recorded on it, took out a piece of paper with his lyrics on it, and went up to the front. He popped the CD into the CD player and stood on the mini-stage. The teacher sat next to it, preparing to press the play button. Rufus twitched and said, "My song is called Get Out." He nodded for the teacher to press the play button, and the music started. The sounds of beautifully played keyboard music drifted through the room. Rufus took a deep breath, and began.
"This is one time too many
I've argued with you too long,
If you thought I cared for you
Well, think again.
Geez Louise, don't you know
That I hate you now?
Why are you even here?
How did I let you in?
What was going on in my mind?
I really don't care.
I'm sick of looking at you.
I'm sick of listening to you.
I'm sick of talking to you.
I'm sick of being with you.
I want you outta my house.
I want you on the other side of my door.
I want you gone from my life.
Get out of here.
God, can't you understand?
Understand these three words.
No, not I love you.
They're I hate you.
I hate you more than hell itself,
I want to get rid of you.
So get gone.
You're not welcome here.
You're not welcome here.
You're not welcome here.
I'm sick of looking at you.
I'm sick of listening to you.
I'm sick of talking to you.
I'm sick of being with you.
I want you outta my house.
I want you on the other side of my door.
I want you gone from my life.
Get out of here.
So get out.
Get out of here,
And leave me alone."
Rufus finished as the music died. Professor Shimiro continued writing on the clipboard, then looked up.
"Well Rufus, you have quite impressive singing skills and keyboard skills. Your lyrics are kind of…conversational, however. You need to work on them. Perhaps someone in the class who has excellent lyric-writing skills can help you. Good work, your mark is sixty." Rufus hurried back to his table.
"You got 85.7," Vincent told him. Rufus breathed a sigh of relief. Bernette went up. She had an okay singing voice, but her lyrics and instrumental (the flute) skills weren't too good. She received a 51. Then Rude was called on. He went up and placed his CD in the CD player. The music of an electric guitar and drums combined started playing.
"My song is titled Count On Me," Rude said softly.
"Oh you, girl,
Standing over there
In your sheltered group
Talking to your friends,
Laughing at their jokes,
I doubt that you're thinking of me.
You're probably looking at
Your brain-dead friend.
Why him?
Why not me?
I really like you girl,
If you just knew it.
Do you know me?
Are you looking at me?
Can you understand my feelings
For you?
If you're not with me,
Cause you're scared of no protection.
If you're not with me,
Cause you think that I'll dump you.
If you're not with me,
Cause you fear that I'm lying,
Well, don't worry.
You can count on me.
Count on me
Girl.
Hey hey,
Listen to me.
I'll give you whatever you want.
I'll make your life wonderful.
You can life like a princess,
With me.
I'll do anything for you,
If only you can trust me.
Be with me,
Return your affections
And hang out with me,
Happily.
Do you know me?
Are you looking at me?
Can you understand my feelings
For you?
If you're not with me,
Cause you're scared of no protection.
If you're not with me,
Cause you think that I'll dump you.
If you're not with me,
Cause you fear that I'm lying,
Well, don't worry.
You can count on me
Count on me,
Girl.
Do you know me?
Are you looking at me?
Can you understand my feelings
For you?
If you're not with me,
Cause you're scared of no protection.
If you're not with me,
Cause you think that I'll dump you.
If you're not with me,
Cause you fear that I'm lying,
Well, don't worry.
You can count on me
Count on me,
Girl."
Rude's song ended and after the music came Rude's voice saying "this is Rude Patterson. Thanks to my buddy Vincent for helping me with the chorus and playing the electric guitar in the music." Professor Shimiro looked at Rude.
"Hm…your lyrics are alright, and your skill with the drums is very good. However, you need to practice your singing skills." Rude winced. "Still, you did a pretty good job. Your mark is 61." Rude smiled. A B. Not bad. Pretty good, as the teacher said, actually. The rest of the class did their presentations one by one. Torre Ornel was called up. He did his piece, and the professor was impressed. "Quite well done Torre!" she complimented, smiling. "You mark is 68."
"Wow, that's the highest one in the class so far," Rufus whispered. Aeris was called up. She walked to the piano sitting in a corner of the room and sat down, putting down the music sheets she had been holding.
"Um, I'm playing the piano right now for mine." Professor Shimiro looked pleased.
"Finally, someone who didn't record," she said. "Alright Aeris, start when you're ready." Aeris gulped nervously.
"My song is called A Cinderella Story." The girl took a deep breath and began to play and sing.
"If it was true,
When I met you.
You were the perfect one
For me.
I thought that we could stay
Like that forever.
I was happy
And so were you.
Until the day you moved away,
And blinded me with tears.
How was this the perfect life?
How was this the life I dreamed?
How was this the thing I wished for?
How could we live happily?
No matter what you say to me,
What promises you gave.
You gotta know one thing,
This is no Cinderella story.
Day by day,
Week by week,
I waited for a message from you.
A letter, anything.
If you really cared about me.
You would've written something.
I wasn't happy,
You broke my heart.
And I vowed to care no more,
To have nothing to do with you.
How was this the perfect life?
How was this the life I dreamed?
How was this the thing I wished for?
How could we live happily?
No matter what you say to me,
What promises you gave.
You gotta know one thing,
This is no Cinderella story.
Then you came back.
Two years later.
Your girlfriend had dumped you,
So you came back to me.
Well, I'll tell you one thing:
If I'm Cinderella,
You're not my Prince Charming.
I won't fall in love like I did before,
Your chance had gone, no more.
How was this the perfect life?
How was this the life I dreamed?
How was this the thing I wished for?
How could we live happily?
No matter what you say to me,
What promises you gave.
You gotta know one thing,
This is no Cinderella story.
How was this the perfect life?
How was this the life I dreamed?
How was this the thing I wished for?
How could we live happily?
No matter what you say to me,
What promises you gave.
You gotta know one thing,
This is no Cinderella story."
Aeris concluded with a long note, and fell silent. All was quiet for a moment, then suddenly, loud applause broke out.
"That was…terrific!" the teacher exclaimed. "Seventy out of seventy!" Aeris blinked…then smiled happily. She sat back down at her table, to be congratulated by Bernette and Torre. "Hm…one more person left," Professor Shimiro said. "And that is…Vincent Valentine." Aeris snapped to attention as Vincent walked up to the front of the room, carrying his large, black, leather guitar case. Much as Aeris didn't like Vincent at the moment, she was quite curious to hear him sing. He didn't seem like the type that would like singing.
Vincent took out his electric guitar. It was completely, shining black, except for a couple of red bands. When Vincent plugged in the guitar and held it in playing position, it completed his appearance. Vincent looked like some sort of punk rock star. A few girls sighed happily. Vincent spoke.
"The title of my song is You Cloud My Mind." After strumming a few notes, he began to sing.
"Every night, when I sit down
To turn on the TV,
I try to focus on the show
But words just escape me.
I can't think of anything else,
I can't see.
I'm blind to everything in front of me,
When you appear in my thoughts.
No words are here,
No pictures are there,
Nothing can describe you.
If it is my problem,
I cannot say
But that
You cloud my thoughts
Tonight.
I'm helplessly here
On my own,
Caught in a spider's web.
Tangled in my thoughts of you.
Everything else
Just goes right through me
Passing through the
Thought that's you.
No words are here,
No pictures are there,
Nothing can describe you.
If it is my problem,
I cannot say
But that
You cloud my thoughts
Tonight.
Now if it's something
Simple as
A kiss and hug
That'll clear my mind of you,
I would gladly give in
To your touch,
And to hold you close to me.
But that doesn't work,
Nothing else does.
I just can't get rid of you.
You could my mind
So furiously
That it makes me want to
Come close to you!
No words are here,
No pictures are there,
Nothing can describe you.
If it is my problem,
I cannot say
But that
You cloud my thoughts
Tonight.
No words are here,
No pictures are there,
Nothing can describe you.
If it is my problem,
I cannot say
But that
You cloud my thoughts
Tonight.
No words are here,
No pictures are there,
Nothing can describe you.
If it is my problem,
I cannot say
But that
You cloud my thoughts
Tonight.
No words are here,
No pictures are there,
Nothing can describe you.
If it is my problem,
I cannot say
But that
You cloud my thoughts
Tonight."
Vincent finished. The silence that followed was longer than that of Aeris's. Vincent blinked. Did they all hate his song or something? All of a sudden, applause roared throughout the room. Some people even cheered. Vincent stared in surprise.
"That was brilliant Vincent!" Professor Shimiro praised. "With that voice of yours, you can become a famous singer! Congratulations, you just snagged yourself a seventy out of seventy."
"Are you going to become a famous singer?" Rufus asked as soon as Vincent sat down.
"…no," Vincent replied after a pause. "As much as I like singing, I don't want it to be my career."
Aeris felt numb. That was Vincent! "Wow…he has such a talent," Aeris thought, shocked.
"Oh, isn't he just perfect?" Bernette sighed. "That electric guitar just totally completes his look. With that and his voice, he must be the greatest guy ever. I bet that Vincent's a really sweet guy." The girl gazed dreamily at Vincent. Aeris frowned.
"Shows what you know," she thought sarcastically. "Too bad most of the girls don't know how nasty Vincent is."
"Because of most of the good performances today, I've decided to give you guys a little treat. No homework over the weekend!" Professor Shimiro announced. This was met with hearty cheers. The bell rang. "Alright, class dismissed."
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Vincent entered the large art classroom. He spotted Lucrecia sitting in her chair and went over to her.
"Hey Lucrecia," he greeted.
"Hi Vincent," Lucrecia said cheerfully. A large piece of paper was lying face-down on the table, in front of her.
"So," Vincent stated. Lucrecia blinked.
"So what?"
"Your sketch…?" Vincent prompted, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh!" Lucrecia said. "Hm. I want to see yours too." Vincent nodded and unrolled his sketch. They exchanged drawings. Lucrecia gasped. "Oh my god, this is so good!" Vincent stared at Lucrecia's sketch.
"You're not bad yourself," he commented. "This is really good Lucrecia." Lucrecia's sketch was a golden retriever lying on a lawn. It looked alive, and Vincent could almost see it panting on the lawn, the sun shining on its long fur.
"Really Vincent, this is like…Renaissance-quality or something," Lucrecia countered admiringly. Vincent's sketch was that of a room fill with art supplies and paintings. In the middle of the room was a painting easel. A small bird was perched on the windowsill. It looked so lifelike that Lucrecia wanted to stroke its feathers.
The teacher, Professor Jenova, called for attention. "So, I hope that you all finished your sketches," she said, "for you will paint them, on a new sheet of paper. I expect detailed paintings with many different colors. Your paintings are due on October 3rd, so I suggest that you all get to work right away." Everyone bustled about, getting paper, paints, brushes, and water.
"Say, Lucrecia?" Vincent asked as he set up his work.
"Yes?" Lucrecia asked. Vincent fumbled with his brush for a moment.
"Um…do you have a boyfriend?" he asked awkwardly. Lucrecia stopped and blinked.
"…boyfriend? Um…no, I don't."
"Ok," Vincent said, sounding relieved. Lucrecia looked at him curiously. That was strange. Normally, guys asked girls if they had boyfriends because they liked them. But…Vincent had a girlfriend. Elena, who was one of the people he hung out with.
"Uh…why?" Lucrecia questioned. Vincent blinked.
"Erm…uh…um…no reason really, I was just, uh…curious."
"Oh." Lucrecia returned to her art. She didn't notice Vincent's furtive glances at her as she worked.
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Vincent and Lucrecia walked out of class at 5:15 pm.
"Well, I'm going this way. Bye Vincent!" Lucrecia called as she walked away. Vincent returned her goodbye. He walked down the hall, thinking about her. As he turned the corner, he bumped into someone.
"Oh! Sorry," Vincent said automatically while the other person apologized. They both looked up. Vincent stared. It was Tifa! Tifa's eyes widened and she paled slightly. Her face hardened and she looked away, walking around Vincent. The latter made up his mind in a split second. "Wait, Tifa…" Tifa stopped. Vincent walked up to her tentatively. Tifa turned around, glaring at him.
"What do you want!" she spat. Vincent hesitated.
"Look, I just want to say…" He paused, squishing down his pride, which was protesting heatedly. "…I'm…sorry about what I did. I…I wanted to get revenge, but I think I went too far with what I did to you. So…I'd like to…apologize…" Tifa's glaring eyes softened as she looked at Vincent for a moment. She smiled slightly.
"I forgive you. I…sorry too. I shouldn't have tried to embarrass you that time. I guess that I was just sick of you guys picking on my friends and I all the time…but then, you've never really done anything. It was mostly Reno."
"It's all right," Vincent said. "So…we're neutral?"
"Yeah, neutral," Tifa agreed. She started to walk off. "Oh, by the way…can you say thanks to Elena for me? For standing against Reno, you know." Tifa left. Vincent walked towards the cafeteria to meet up with his friends. A heavy weight had lifted itself off of him, his guilt evaporating into the night.
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Elena waved wildly to Vincent when she saw him enter the cafeteria. She smiled at him as he sat down.
"So, what movie are we gonna watch tomorrow?" she asked him excitedly. Vincent paused…then answered.
"Whatever you want to watch." Elena giggled.
"Oh, you're such a gentleman, Vincent."
"Ugh, don't get all mushy on us," Reno said, gesturing to Rude and himself. "Just have a nice, normal conversation."
"Spoilsport," Elena muttered, sticking her tongue out at Reno. He blew a raspberry at her.
"So, what movie do you want to watch?" Vincent asked Elena. She shrugged.
"Dunno. I'm sure that you can't take romance, right?" Vincent shook his head furiously. "Alright then…mm…I don't want to watch anything bloody…"
"Aw, Elena, you're no fun," Reno groaned. "You know that us guys like to watch bloody stuff, Vincent included."
"I don't mind," Vincent said. Elena smirked at Reno.
"You see? That's what makes him such a great guy. If it were you, you'd probably drag me off to see some cold, bloody, blue murder movie. I'd never go out with anyone like you." She returned to her thoughts, unaware of the strained look that had flashed across Reno's face.
"Not that I'd go out with you," he muttered.
"So," Elena said. "Um…horror? Adventure? Fantasy? Erm…how about The Faceless Girl? Chocobo Dummy Night 3? A Pass Through the Times? He Murdered My Brother 2? Chaos?"
"Whatever you want Elena," Vincent said. Elena smiled.
"Ok then. I want to watch He Murdered My Brother 2. It's bound to be a good horror movie. He Murdered My Brother scared the crap out of me when I watched it."
"Vincent?" Rude asked suddenly. "Why were you talking to Tifa?" Reno and Elena looked up sharply.
"What? You were talking to Lockheart!" Reno asked.
"What for!" Elena questioned tensely.
"Whoa, whoa, I was just apologizing," Vincent told them, looking alarmed. "No need to get tense."
"Apologize? Why!" Reno demanded.
"For what I did to her that day," Vincent explained calmly, looking at Reno. "I went overboard."
"I'm glad you did," Elena said, smiling up at Vincent. "I don't like Tifa much, but she's a girl too." Rude didn't say anything, but he was secretly relieved.
"Oh, and Tifa told me to say thanks to you for standing up for her and her friends," Vincent told Elena. She nodded.
"Alright, so, when are we gonna go see the movie tomorrow?" the blonde asked.
"I'll pick you up and we can walk the Meteor Movie Stadium (MMS). So be ready to go at 7:30 pm," Vincent said.
"Ok," Elena replied.
"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm going back to my dorm," Reno announced, standing up. "We'll save our nightly muggings for later."
"…what?" Vincent, Elena, and Rude said, staring at him.
"It was a joke, alright? A joke!" Reno sighed. "Anyway, Vince, Elena, see you guys tomorrow." Reno left, and Rude followed.
"Bye!" the latter called over his shoulder. Vincent and Elena looked at each other.
"I'm going back too," Elena said. "Bye Vincent! Don't be late!"
"When was I ever? Goodbye Elena," Vincent answered.
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Cloud was doodling on a piece of paper when the dorm door opened. Cloud continued doodling, not looking up. "Tifa told me that you apologized," he said, finally glancing up at Vincent.
"…yeah," Vincent replied, rummaging in his bag.
"Glad you did," Cloud commented casually. "It means that you still have a conscience." Vincent stiffened.
"I haven't thrown any insults at you today, Cloud," he said slowly. "I suggest that you keep your mouth shut."
"…sorry," Cloud said after a pause. He sighed. "It's just that…I just hate Reno so much, for the way he treats my friends and I. I know that you and Elena haven't really said anything. Rude too. But, well, you guys are friends with him, and just continue letting him insult everyone…" Vincent glanced at him.
"You also insult us back. Even if Reno didn't do anything, you would still hate us for being popular."
"Yeah, well…" Cloud grumbled.
"Popularity isn't everything Cloud," Vincent said softly. "Goodnight."
…wow. Long. 21 pages of Microsoft Works Word Processor. Probably cause of the songs and stuff, but yeah. Haha, sorry if the supposedly "terrific" lyrics weren't terrific. I love writing song lyrics though, and I'm working on it. This is probably the only chapter (well, maybe one or two more) that'll have this many songs in it. Oh, wait, the concert chapters will have tons of songs jammed into them too. Lol. Next chapter: Chapter 4 - Dumped and Ditched. Tune in, and remember to REVIEW! Thanks! XD