Far, far too tired for alliteration.

A sunny day at the lake, you say?

The sunny days and lakes came from Linnsche!! (Yay! Thank you!) (I like the "pointless" kinds of ideas, by the way : D )
The rocks and the throwing of them came from Takemi-Chan!! (And Yay! Thank you too!)

The characters. They belong to Squeeeeeeeenix.

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(Cid)

"Leave me the hell alone, Goddamn tramp!"

"Vincent! That's enough!"

"But she's seriously freaking me out!"

"Yuffie, please stop teasing Vincent."

"I haven't done anything to him."

"Like hell you haven't. Gonna give me a fucking panic attack."

"I said that's enough of the language, Vincent."

At this point, Yuffie leans over and whispers something to Vincent. In response, he starts cursing again, and he might be trying to strangle her, but since they're sitting right next to each other, it's sort of a tricky angle. Hard to maneuver enough to get his hands around her throat.

"Alright," Mrs. Tuesti pulls the car over to the side of the road. "Yuffie, front seat. Reeve, I'm sorry, you gotta get in back." The two reluctantly get out, then back in. "If there's any more bad language, Vincent, I swear to God you're walking the rest of the way. Yuffie, please leave him alone for a while. You keep getting him worked up, and that's not fair to any of us."

"...Fine..." they both sigh as Mrs. Tuesti starts the car again.

Yuffie looks back to stick her tongue out at Vincent.

"Just ignore her, please," I beg. I'm very tired of being in a car, and I'm very tired of being in a car full of constant squabbling. I've been stuck in the back seat with the two at each other's throats for the past hour. Vincent scowls as he crosses his arms and shuts his eyes tight.

We're on our way to a sunny several days at the lake. It's a spring break tradition. Both Reno's family and Vincent's family own lake houses right next to each other. The adults sleep in one house, and we young folk stay in the other. Very fun. So every year, they pack up all the kids, and any parents who might want to join, and head out.

There's nothing good on the radio, so it's left on a soft rock station. The kind of music they play in dentists offices and grocery stores. Man, I'm way too young to be listening to this. What I wouldn't give for a Greenday cd right now...

At least Yuffie's calmed down. Sometimes I really have to sit down and try to remember the reasons I'm friends with her. Vincent has quieted down, but he's far from calm. With a leg bouncing up and down quick and restlessly, and his hands clenching in and out of fists, he's even making me nervous.

One more hour to go...

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It looks like we've arrived still relatively sane and in one piece, so to speak. Reno, Vincent, and I get the downstairs bedroom. Everyone else has to haul their luggage upstairs.

"We gonna go jump first, yo?" Reno asks, searching his bag for his swim trunks.

"Course we are," I tell him. "Come on, Vincent, get ready. We're gonna go jump."

"Jump?" he asks.

"Well yeah. Into the lake," I say obviously. I can't give him any more details right now, because he'll refuse to go.

Unfortunately for me, Cloud pops in the room to ask, "Hey, are we gonna check out the 50 first?"

"Yeah," Reno says. "Just to see if anything happens."

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Vincent has been pestering me to tell him what the hell we're doing. I've held fast to my refusal to tell. Yuffie keeps making up ridiculous stories about what the 50 is, which only makes Vincent even angrier at her.

But soon enough, we're standing on the edge of a 50 foot cliff, staring straight down at the lake. There's another one close by that's 15 or 20 feet tall. We jump off that one all the time.

"You gonna do it, Cid?" Reno asks.

"I might," I tell him. I want to. We all always want to. But nobody's ever gotten the courage up to actually do it. "Are you?"

Reno shrugs. "I dunno. Maybe."

If the past years are any indication, we'll stand around for about an hour, trying to talk ourselves into it, then go back the way we came to the smaller jump.

As I suspected, Vincent turns around and walks off without saying a word. I doubt he'll wander too far off though. I won't worry about him just yet. I'm still trying to tell myself that I can do this, dammit. All I need to do is close my eyes and jump and just get it over with.

"Hey Yuffie!" Vincent yells as he runs toward her, and subsequently, the edge of the cliff. Yuffie doesn't even have time to think. Vincent snatches her up tightly in his arms as he races by, drags her the extra couple of feet to the edge, and takes a running jump.

Vincent cries out in horror as he suddenly realizes he just took a flying leap of a fucking 50 foot cliff. Yuffie's screaming bloody murder. The rest of us get as close to the edge as possible to watch in silent terror as our friends drop rapidly towards the lake. They hit the water with a loud smack and splash.

"Can he even swim?" Reeve asks quietly after a couple seconds. There's still no sign of them after a couple more seconds. I don't know how long we're waiting, but it feels like fucking forever.

Come on, come on, come on...

A hand comes up through the water, holding... Yuffie's bikini top? The rest of Vincent comes up after the hand, and he immediately begins to make an escape without even trying to see where Yuffie might be. She pops up a moment later, gasping for air and trying to scream at Vincent at the same time.

He makes it to the edge of the lake though, and climbs out before Yuffie can. She chases him as best she can, still probably out of breath, and having to cover her chest with her arms. Also, she's still screaming. "Vincent! VINCENT! I'm gonna fucking kill you!" This is all pretty damn entertaining.

He eventually drops the bikini top, but doesn't stop running till he's sure he's at a safe distance. Yuffie snatches it up and runs behind a small group of trees. She comes back out with her swimsuit back on and takes after Vincent again. When she gets somewhat close to him, she hurls what is probably a rock. A rather sizable rock. She hits Vincent square in the back of his head, and he drops to the ground almost instantly.

With that, the rest of us still up on the cliff are making our way back down as fast as possible. It's not easy to run through slightly wooded areas barefoot.

"I'm sorry, Vince, I'm sorry," Yuffie's knelt beside Vincent, trying to shake him awake.

"Fucken hell," I curse, getting on the ground next to him. "Come on, Vinny. You're okay, right?" I lay a hand on his shoulder, trying the shaking thing some more. "Wake up, Vincent. Gotta tell me you're alright."

He sort of half sobs, half coughs, and opens his eyes a little bit. He shuts them tight again and groans.

"Hey, you awake now?" Reeve asks.

"HmmYeah...?" Vincent says, though he sounds unsure, but it's enough to get the rest of us to remember to breathe again. He tries to blink his vision straight and to get his bearings.

"What's your name?" Aeris asks him.

"Vinnycent..."

"Do you know your phone number?"

"Uh... Yes. Why?" Vincent reaches up to the back of his head and groans again. "Oh, man..." are some of the last coherent words before he begins to cry and howl in pain. He turns onto his side and tries to curl up.

"We gotta get you back to the house, Vince," I tell him as I stand. "Come on, lemme help ya up." That ends up being quite a chore, but despite dizziness and a pounding headache, we get him up and on the way home. By the time we arrive at the house, he's able to walk by himself. Looks like a messy drunk, but he's managing.

Reeve, Rude, and Elena run inside to try and prepare the parents. They're a brave three. It's not easy telling a mother "We had an accident."

Vincent is sat at the kitchen table and given an ice pack.

"Do you remember everything that happened?" Mrs. Tuesti asks him.

"I think so," he answers, on the verge of tears, but trying very hard to stop them. "It's... I can't think straight with my head pounding like this..."

"He was out for a couple'a minutes or so," I tell her. "But he's been answering questions and everything."

"Okay, good. That's good, Vincent. Are you feeling any better?"

Vincent shakes his head no and the tears fall again. Mr. and Mrs. Tuesti discuss the benefits of going to the emergency room.

"I'll take him. You stay here and help with the kids," Mr. Tuesti said. I know Vincent would protest with every ounce of strength he has if he wasn't in so much pain. "Come on, buddy. I promise I'll take good care of ya." And after much reassuring from, well, everyone in the room, he helps Vincent to stand and make his way to the car.

Yuffie's paler than Vincent, and she looks so upset that I'm afraid she's gonna get sick. "I'm sorry!" she bursts into tears. "I didn't mean it! I didn't really wanna kill him! I'm sorry!" She runs upstairs bawling.

Damn. We haven't even been here for more than two hours. I'd say this is an all time drama record.

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Several hours later, Mr. Tuesti returns. "They gave him a shot of morphine for the pain. He's pretty out of it," he explains, carrying poor Vincent to the bedroom. I want to help, but I don't want to be in the way. So I stand at the bedroom door while Mrs. Tuesti makes sure Vincent's doing okay.

"Heya, Vinnycent," I sit down gently on the bed once everyone's out of the room.

"Heya, Ciddy," he mutters, smiling a little bit.

"Feelin' alright?"

"Mhmm. I like the medicine. Makes the pain nice."

"That's good. I'm sorry you got hurt," I tell him.

"Got Yuffie good though," he smiles again.

"Yeah, you really did," I laugh. "It was pretty epic."

"Good, yeah, well, umm, was gonna say something..." he seems to be losing his train of thought. "Kinda want to sleep now..."

"Then do it. Goodnight, Vinny."

"Night, Cid," he mumbles, followed by a somewhat inarticulate group of words that sound an awful lot like, "And, love you, Cid..."

"Love you too, Vincent," I say quietly, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead. I leave the room happy and giddy and rather pissed off at Yuffie.

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Vincent spends most of the next day sleeping while the rest of us go out swimming. I do feel guilty for that. But... he's asleep, so he doesn't have to know what he's missing out on.

He finally gets up around 7 in the evening and I help him fix up a hamburger from our earlier meal.

"Vinny, I'm really, really sorry," Yuffie comes into the kitchen with us.

Vincent shrugs and tries to take a small bite of food.

"I really didn't mean to hurt you like that. I'm sorry I almost killed you." She's been going on like this all day. "I really owe you, Vinny. I'll do anything you want. For forever."

"Leave me alone," Vincent tells her.

"Oh please, Vinny. I'm sorry! I have to make it up to you. Tell me anything you want me to do, or get for you, and I'll do it. Anything."

"I want you to leave me alone right now, is what I want you to do."

"Oh. Well... alright then," Yuffie says, dejectedly. "If there's anything you need, I'll do anything you want. Just let me know." She reminds just before she leaves the kitchen.

"Will do," Vincent says, giving her a slightly devilish grin.

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VINCENT'S REVENGE!

I have horrible perception of measurement. If 50 feet is just a ridiculous amount, lemme know...

I fell off the trunk of a moving car one time. Smacked my head on the concrete. I was out for a good fifteen seconds or so. And that shot of morphine was a nice thing : P Goodtimes.

I will be working on thinking of more shenanigans for the rest of their vacation at sunny Lake WhereverTheyAre. But now, it's about 5 in the am, and I gotsta be up at 8:30. heheheh

I'll update as soon as I can!

TBC, yo!