Ok I gotta say that until I'm done getting the main characters introduced, chapters won't be terribly long.

Also, sorry it took so long, I had loads of school work and I was starting chapter 2 so that chapter will be up quickly.

Chapter One

Cloud entered the dinner hall, his blue eyes dull and hidden behind blond hair. Aerith looked up, immediately sensing something was wrong.

"What's wrong? Are you not looking forward to Primary three?" She asked. Cloud remained silent as he stared at his hands. Aerith frowned.

"Cloud?"

"People hate me." He muttered.

"What? Don't be silly! I don't hate you." She replied. Cloud was silent again except for the sigh that escaped his lips.

"You're my only friend." He said softly. "Everyone else hates me. I'm worthless to them."

"Who cares about everyone else? It's only the opinions of those close to you that should matter. And you are important to me." She pushed her tray closer to him, picking up a fork.

"Want to share my chocolate cake? Mum always says chocolate cheers you up. I just don't understand how." She laughed nervously. Cloud smiled slightly and took the fork from her hand.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," He chuckled. Aerith smiled.

"You'll never know." She replied. Cloud frowned, not understanding.

"Because I'll always be with you."

The sound of the doorbell echoing through the house, snapped Cloud from his thoughts. He checked himself in the mirror, pushing his spikes up a little before he answered. He sucked in a breath as Tifa stood on the doorstep, smiling. She was dressed in a simple, spaghetti-strapped black dress that stopped at her knees and shiny black high heels. Her hair had been half curled as it lay over her shoulder. She looked incredibly sexy. He smiled back, leaning over to catch her lips in a greeting kiss.

"So, what have you been up to?" She asked, pulling away. Cloud shrugged.

"Just lazing about really." He replied. She laughed.

"Well, that's no good is it?" She nagged mockingly. Cloud's smile grew as he closed the door behind her.

"Just let me get my wallet and keys, and then we can go." He explained. Tifa nodded as she pulled her handbag up on her shoulder. Cloud came back a moment later with his wallet and keys.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Ready," He answered as they left.

The restaurant wasn't too far from his house, just the end of the other street. It was known for it's romantic atmosphere of candles and music. Tifa had always loved the place since he had first took her there.

So did Aerith. His mind said suddenly.

Cloud blushed as he sat opposite Aerith. She, however, acted completely normal. Their parents were with them, having become close friends through their children's friendship. As Cloud looked at Aerith, he had to admit she acted very mature for an eight year old. She was very pretty for an eight year old too. She noticed him looking at her and smiled.

"I love this place." She said, looking around her. "I want to come here all the time."

"All the time?" Cloud repeated, ignoring the conversation between the parents. Aerith nodded.

"It's so beautiful. The lights, the flowers, the music…it's all so…magical." She explained. Cloud raised an eyebrow.

"It's just a restaurant." He replied softly. Aerith laughed.

"Cloud, promise me that when we are older, we will go on dates here." She said suddenly. Cloud cursed as his cheeks burned again. He didn't answer.

"Cloud?" She asked.

"Cloud?" Tifa's voice called again, he turned to her in surprise, as if realising for the first time that she was there. She giggled nervously.

"You zoned out on me." She laughed. Cloud smiled slightly but didn't say anything.

"Your table is this way," The waiter explained, leading them across the room. Tifa frowned as she saw Cloud's face, his expression showing how deep in thought he was.

"What's wrong?" She asked, reaching over and squeezing his hand gently. He looked at it closely without blinking.

"Cloud?" She tried again.

"Huh?" he said suddenly. "Uh, nothing." Tifa sighed but didn't press the matter any further. She took her hand away and opened up her menu, scanning the choices. Cloud continued to stare at his hand for a moment. He took a breath as he pushed the thoughts of Aerith to the back of his mind and opened his menu.

"Hmm….I think I'll have the chicken salad." Tifa mused. Cloud smiled.

"You always have that." He replied without looking up. Tifa laughed and kicked him under the table.

"I do not." She argued playfully. "I had the beef casserole the other night, remember?" She teased. Cloud rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, my mistake…I might have that casserole though." He answered.

"It was amazing." Tifa commented, closing her menu and placing it down. Cloud did the same and watched as his girlfriend played with the empty wine glass. She was beautiful tonight and the lightening from the restaurant seemed to heighten her features. She smiled flirtatiously at him as she noticed him staring. The waiter came over once more.

"Can I take your order?" He asked.

"Yes," Cloud replied, tearing his eyes away from Tifa. "I will have the beef casserole and Tifa will have the chicken salad." He noted it down and took their menus away.

"Would you like drinks?" He questioned. Cloud smiled.

"Yes, a bottle of wine please." Tifa turned to him with a raised brow as the waiter walked away.

"You are splashing out tonight aren't you?" She said, resting her head on her hands. Cloud leaned back in his chair.

"Only the best for you my love." He answered with a smile.

She sighed as she pushed her brunette bangs from her face. She couldn't believe she was doing this. What possessed her? She gripped her temples as she thought it through. She had to be prepared for the situation. The sound of a whistle snapped her from her thoughts and she looked up to see the train pulling into the station.

"Well," She whispered to herself. "Here goes nothing." She stood up and grabbed her bags as she walked to the carriage. She walked down the aisle until she came to an empty compartment. She dumped her luggage on the spare seat and sat down with a diary in her lap. With a small smile, she opened it to the last page. Though being a fifteen year old diary, it was still in amazing condition. On the last page, there was a hand-drawn picture of a brunette girl dressed as a bride and a blonde boy dressed as a groom. Her smile grew slightly as her fingers caressed the image.

"Cloud," She whispered.

Cloud watched as the waiter poured the wine and felt in his trouser pocket. He was glad to see the box was still there. Tifa took a sip of the wine and glanced at him.

"What are you up to?" She asked. He put on a serious face.

"Tifa, there's something I need to ask you." He said. Tifa put down her glass and placed her hand on her lap.

"Okay." She replied eventually in a worried tone. Her eyes grew wide as he stood up and then knelt on one knee, taking her left hand.

"Oh my god." She choked out, blinking hard as if she were imagining this.

"Tifa, will you marry me?" She let out a small laugh.

"Yes."