Not So Easy Chapter 3: Touch, a final fantasy x fanfic

Hey here's chapter three, I'm sorry I haven't updated. But since I'm updating, I'm hope you're happy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy X or X-2, Southpole, Baby Phat, Manolo Blahniks, or the song Touch by Amerie featuring T.I.

Chapter 3:

Touch

Yuna's house

Yuna's POV

Rikku and I are notorious eavesdroppers.

Currently, we were leaning against my bedroom door, straining our hearing as far as it would go to get some hint as to what Lulu was saying to Wakka over the phone.

"Yeah……Club Eternity……Cool……Nine……Okay," Were the only muffled words I could make out.

Rikku and I had our heads practically mushed against that door. It was crucial that we hear every word Lulu says, otherwise we know she'll never repeat any of it back to us. There are only a couple of things you can get Lulu to say about her personal life even to us, her best friends.

Suddenly, the talking ceased, and I heard the unmistakable beep of a cell phone button before the door swung open and Rikku and I fell over.

"I guess I should have expected that." Lulu rolled her crimson red eyes, stepping over both of our heads and heading downstairs into the the kitchen.

We stumbled over each other to get up and clambered downstairs after her, leaping onto the couch in the living room while she returned from the kitchen and squeezed between us, a gigantic, heaping slice of spice cake with vanilla frosting and rainbow sprinkles and three large chocolate chip cookies next to it on a purple saucer in one hand, and a big tumbler of milk with three bendy straws sticking out of it in the other.

Don't you just love after-school snacks?

"We're going to Club Eternity," Lulu announced, handing the glass of milk to me and picking up the remote control, turning on the television. "But then again, you've already heard that," She added as an after note.

"Perfect timing. I have a performance there tonight." I giggled at Rikku who was cracking up at the old cartoon playing on the TV.

One great thing about having…well, everything, is that you get invited to the most exclusive places. Rikku because she was a shady gossip that everyone happened to know about, Lulu because her mother is a famous event/party coordinator, and me? I'm popular, good-looking, Rikku's assistant gossip, and I sing.

I pretty much do it all.

"Then that means…" Rikku smirked pinching off a piece of cake, biting into her cookie, then leaning over to take a sip from the glass of milk. "We have some serious primping to do."

At Wakka's house:

Tidus POV

"You excited?" I asked Wakka, who had been combing and styling his fiery orange hair for the past fifteen minutes. The answer was quite obvious.

"Yeah, brudda, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." He grinned excitedly into the mirror as he ran a hair-gel-covered hand through his long orange bangs so they stuck up straight like they had this morning.

The place was a club, so Wakka went for the whole hip-hop appeal. His six-sizes-too-big baggy medium-dark wash jeans, white and red Jordans, huge red Ecko Red T-shirt with sleeves that reached the middle of his forearms, and large, square diamond earring in his right ear all flaunted how insanely rich he was.

He finished tying the red silk bandanna around his forehead to complete his look and then turned to me, spreading his arms out in a how-do-you-like-me-now? sort of way.

"Lookin' fly." I couldn't help but smile. But of course, I looked better in my five-sizes-too-big baggy dark wash shorts that almost touched the top of my black and electric blue Air Force Ones, large black Southpole Tall Tee, and black fitted hat with a cursive T monogrammed on the front. My bulky Zanarkand Abes chain and matching icy stud earring completed my look.

Hey, the hip-hop look is a contagious thing.

"You don't look so bad yourself," Wakka complimented me. "Dig the hat."

"Yeah, I know." And I was perfectly aware of how conceited that sounded.

"Okay, since you are going to the club too, stay away from me and Lulu," Wakka demanded, tightening the knot on the back of his bandanna.

"I know, I know. Chill."

"Okay, its 8:48, I got to go pick up Lulu, so come on," Wakka said, picking up his keys and pushing me with him out of his house.

At Lulu's house:

Yuna's POV

"Rikku, do you have any idea how tight this shirt is?" Lulu was sitting between Rikku's legs in front of my vanity mirror as Rikku struggled to yank the ultra tight black cap-sleeved T-shirt over Lulu's supremely large double D-cups.

"Vaguely," Rikku finally gave up with the shirt and pulled it back over Lulu's head, revealing her black demi-cup bra.

"Gawd, I am so jealous of your boobs," Rikku stared at Lulu in the mirror enviously, shaking her head disapprovingly at her own barely-B-cup breasts. One thing you had to love about Rikku was her never-ending bluntness. She has something on her mind, she'll definitely dish.

"Believe me, you can have them." Lulu dismissed the notion with a wave of her pale hand, as if if Rikku wanted to borrow her boobs any time, she could.

"Um, guys, we have like, ten minutes," I alerted them, unhooking my plain white bra and pulling a forest green halter top over my head, then frowning and yanking it back over my head, tossing it to the floor.

"Shit," Rikku muttered, standing and hopping on one foot as she struggled to fasten the strap on her metallic blue ankle boot.

Lulu picked up Rikku's discarded dark purple stretch halter top with thick straps, unhooked her bra, then pulled it over her head. She paired it with a black denim miniskirt that had pretty rhinestone designs over the pockets, a silver wallet chain and black knee high lace-up boots with skinny three-inch heels.

I stood behind her and brushed her long silky black hair until it was styled into a wispy blowout. Rikku gave her some dangly violet chandelier earrings.

"You look hot," I declared, handing her a tube of red lipstick. "But not as hot as me."

I twirled around in my customized "Yuna" rhinestone-covered jeans with my initials inscribed on the back in pink rhinestones, tight hot pink Baby Phat tank top, and black flip flops with super high platforms. Rikku had waved my hair with the curling iron to perfection and I'd applied my favorite baby pink lip gloss. I also wore my silver hoop earrings with my name written through the center of them in cursive.

"Now when we get to the club, ladies," Rikku, who had worn black cargo capri pants, her metallic blue ankle boots, and a electric blue tube top with a stack of silver bracelets on her right arm, silver dangly earrings and a black headband to hold up the jungle of blonde braids around her face, led the way out the door. "From then on, it's guys, guys, and more guys."

"Except for Lulu who's on a date," I mocked, giving her a playful shove. Lulu nearly toppled over in her tall boots. Lulu looked at me then smirked as Wakka's car pulled up to the curb.

"Don't be jealous."

Club Eternity:

The club was as it always: humid, smokey, and nearly blinded you with strobe lights coming from the stage.

"I'll see you later, I have to go backstage and get ready," I called to Rikku, who'd already left for the bar to get herself a drink.

Or you can not say goodbye, that works too.

Tidus POV

"Whats up man?"

Bickson had somehow decided this would be a good night at the club, and showed up, too. His red hair was soaked with sweat, so he must have been here a lot longer before us.

"Not much, I just got here." I tried to walk away, because I really wanted to dance, but he pulled me back and dragged me over to some guy with an eyepatch that was dancing with a blonde girl with really expensive-looking clothes.

"Hey I want you to meet someone," Bickson said, cutting in between the two and pushing me forward.

"Hey Gippal, this is Tidus, the new kid," Bickson introduced me as if I didn't know the native language in the Upper East Side or something.

"'Sup." He smiled and slapped hands with me. I noticed from his one green eye and blonde hair that he was Al Bhed, just like the blonde girl next to him.

"Oh, and this is Rikku." Gippal slung his arm around the blonde's narrow shoulders and she looked me up and down as if trying to remember me from somewhere.

"I've seen you before…" Rikku trailed off. Though, by now, I could tell she remembered me perfectly well, but was putting on a skit for Gippal, who'd just introduced us properly. "You're Tidus, right? The one who rejected my cousin?"

"Oh…yeah," I grimaced and looked down. "About that-"

"Wakka, right?" Rikku seemed like she knew the entire story already. Before I could answer, she continued.

"Wakka says stuff like that about her all the time," Rikku explained. "He's just mad because Yuna broke up with him in ninth grade for some other guy. They only went out for three weeks."

Well, THAT explains everything.

"What did he expect, for her to like him forever or something?" She added.

As I was contemplating that, Wakka and Lulu entered the club side-by-side, and each of them smiled in my direction, though Lulu was probably smiling at Rikku.

Before I could walk over and greet them, the crowd erupted into cheers. I soon figured out why when none other than Yuna walked onto the stage, picking up the nearest microphone.

"You guys know the routine," Yuna winked at the audience and then said, "Bass."

All at once, the unmistakable hip-hop pulse of a song reverberated off the club walls.

Yuna's POV

Most people say, they think, huh, well
Why don't you get to know me

Don't be afraid to touch
I know you think I'm a good girl
Don't you think a girl like me can be (touched)
Don't be afraid to touch
I know you think I'm a good girl
Don't you think a girl like me should be (touched)

I wiggled my butt in time with the pounding bass, parading around the stage in a flurry of hip-hop dance moves. Tidus stood in the audience and watched in awe.

He's lookin' like he can't believe this
Always in my jeans
And bet he don't know what I'm thinkin' (I wanna take him home with me)
This here's gonna be my weekend
I don't think he knows that I see him
His body gots me weak (and I can't wait to see)

What I really want is for him to do to me what he wants to (oh)
He would want to, yeah (oh)
He can come inside my mind
If he tried but he don't know how I want to (oh)
Baby, don't you know what you get from me

I know I ain't been drinkin'
Damn, he's got me leanin'
All up in my ear breathin'
We over here makin' a scene and I don't really care who sees
I just want him to feel (my love inside of me)

Suddenly, when I looked back into the audience, Tidus was gone. Then when I looked to my right, I saw that he'd grabbed his own microphone and had joined me on the right side of the stage, performing the next rap verse in the music.

Tidus:

Hey !
Let me get cha where I want cha in your best night gown
Yeah I had a lot of women you the best I found
If I offer you the chance you neglect like how
When my hand like damn and my neck like wow
Lebanese Porto Rican light brown said they heard I'm the king wanna test my crown
Swerve on them thangs in the vet top down
I'm the realest with a dealest that rep my town
So if you ever wanna get off your chest I'm down
How fly does a g-fly jet ride sound
Triple black phantom sit your S5 down now your girl wanna talk about sex right now
Why I hate them other rappers but respect my style
How I kiss her on her legs while her dress slide down
Yuna I wanna see ya wit cha hair let down
And ya body soaking wet on a bed stretched out.

Yuna

Tidus

Yeah I know you want to be
What's up I know that you don't know me or nothing
Why don't we go and have a nice time together

I exited the stage with a bow and a smile, taking Tidus' hand and leading him off of the stage with me.

"Hey! I didn't know you knew how to sing," Tidus looked dumbstruck, letting go of my hand.

"Hey, well I didn't know you rap," I replied evenly.

"The hip-hop look does strange things to you."

I grinned. Was he flirting with me?

"But listen, I'm sorry about before." Tidus looked sincere, and his eyes were on my face when he said that. Not my chest. "I was wrong to judge you before I actually knew you. You deserve more respect than that."

That was by far the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me.

"Thank you," I smiled at him, standing on tip-toe and placing a kiss on the center of his cheek. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me, before I pulled away, and tapped the rim of his hat.

"This is hot," I declared, flipping it off his head. He smirked. "Can I keep it?"

"Sure."

And that, my friends, is what you call the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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