Ree gets a whole chapter entry! Huzzah!
I might go through later and add a little more to this. I dunno. We'll see what happens. I'm not sure if I'm completely satisfied with it, but I am satisfied with it for now. Okay, here we go.
The characters. They belong to Squeeeeeeeenix.
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(Reno)
"Rudey!" My big brother's come to see me! Recess is boring no longer!
"What's up, little brother?"
"Fucken nothin', yo. Boring as shit today," I tell him. "What're you guys doin' out here?"
"Our teacher went into labour right as class was starting," Reeve explains. "Pretty trippy."
"Hey Reeve?" Yuffie asks. "Does Vincent eat anything else at home?"
"Hardly," he looks over at Vince getting another spoonful of peanut butter. "We've got about five or six jars of it in the kitchen."
Vincent scowls at Reeve and scoots closer to Cid.
Convo ends there, but it's still not boring. It's nice with the new company. I loves my big brother.
"Hey you guys?" Cloud starts. "Have you noticed that's like the fourth or fifth time that guy's driven past here?"
"What guy?" Tifa asks.
"That one over there. See?" Cloud points and we catch the backside of a car just as it turns out of our sight. "Maybe he'll drive by again."
We sit and wait patiently, and sure enough, the same car circles around a few minutes later. Vincent chokes out a frightened cry and quickly leans over to try and hide behind Cid. "That's him, Cid!" he says, looking panic-stricken.
"What?" Cid asks.
"My dad. It's him."
"You sure, Vinny?"
"Yes! Cid, I saw him, it's him, I swear it is, I know it!"
"Um, okay, Vince, just stay there so he can't see you."
"He's gonna kill me, Cid. He's found me and he's gonna kill me."
"No he's not. He's gone again. Let's go inside and call your mum," Cid and I help him up, and Rude and Reeve follow.
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"So...what exactly is the nature of the problem?" the lady in the office asks.
"Uh, uh, panic attack, I think that's gonna happen," Vincent slinks behind me and hides his face in my shirt.
"I'm sorry," the lady apologizes, "But your mother isn't answering the phone. I'll try again in a couple minutes. Why don't you just take a seat there and relax while--"
"Relax? Do you know what I'm going through right now? I am freaking out, man!" Vincent's nails are digging into my back and I try to un-dig him as un-forcefully as possible.
"Look here, Vince," Cid tries to lure him to sit. "Paper and pencils. We could... play hangman or somethin'?"
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"Ante-jentacular? You sure that's a word, Vince?"
"Of course it's a goddamn word! And you just got hanged for it! Oh God, I've killed you!"
"Are you sure you don't want to go see the nurse?" The office lady is doing all she can. I mean, there isn't much more she can do, other than keep calling Vincent's house every few minutes.
"No nurse! Just send me home!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't send you home without your parents' consent. Otherwise, I would have sent you off already." She seems a little wary of Vincent. But I suppose that every time he's been in the office, he's been silent and probably vehement and terrified for one reason or another. Now he's yelling a bunch and ready to pounce on each person who walks through the door.
Reeve and Rude snuck into the cafeteria to get Vincent a soda from one of the vending machines. I feel bad for Reeve cos there isn't much else for him to do. I know he wants to do more for Vince, but the little fella's just not all that ready to let Reeve into his head and his personal space. Nobody's gotten in as far as Cid, and it's hard to tell if anyone else will ever be given that privilege. Even I'm allowed in only some of the time. But that might just be because I often manage to crawl through Cid's window at just the right time.
"I'll walk home with you, Vince," Reeve says, "If we can't get ahold of Mum, okay?"
Vincent nods and tries to give him a little bit of a smile.
"I'll come too," Cid offers, and adds, "If ya want me to." He glances at Reeve when he says that. Probably doesn't want to overstep the family boundary, but wants to be with Vincent all the same. I know damn well how he feels.
The bell rings finally, cutting "short" the brazillionth round of Stress Hangman.
"Yo, little sister," I greet Elena when we meet in the hallway. It always makes me happy to see her. I loves my little sibling.
"Yo yourself, little brother," she says, latching her arms around my waist. Nevermind that I'm several years her senior; she still calls me "little." But only cos that's what Rude's always called me. It kinda stuck throughout the whole family.
Our group sets up base at Vincent/Reeve's house. Most are upstairs. Cid and Elena are probably playing with Vincent's hair. Reeve's watching for his mother's car. Rude and I are guarding the front and back doors. The front starts to open but Rude's foot stops it from opening more than a few inches.
"Halt!" I demand. "Know that we have very dangerous weapons and we're ready to use them at any cost. Now... Friend or foe?"
"Mother."
"I guess that means we oughtta let her in, eh brother?"
Rude shrugs and backs away from the door.
"Dangerous weapons? Reno, you're holding a rolling pin," Mrs. Tuesti observes when we grant her entry into her own house.
"Yeah, yo, but how do you know it's not a rolling pin capable of electro shocking the enemy?" Hah! She doesn't know! But I think I'd better break the news to her. "Uh, Vin's pretty sure we saw his dad around the skolli today at recess. But he oughtta still be in the staja, right yo?"
"Speak English, little brother, not Reno-slov," Rude tries to tell me.
But I see Cait Sith, so I go a little distracted. "Come here, pretty koshka!"
So Rude says "Vincent thinks his bio-dad was driving around school today, but you would have heard if he was out of jail, right?"
So this statement sets off a terribly concerned mother who is excellent at hiding her terribly-concerned-mother hysteria. I'm very impressed at how she keeps her calm while waiting to get ahold of Vinny's social worker. But the news is good. There's nothing suggesting any bad guys released from jail out to get our Vincent. A paranoid case of mistaken identity on his part. But no harm done, and we can all get on with getting him happy-ized.
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Yes. You ARE freaking out. MAN.
Yes, I did mean to write "brazillionth." I got a text message from my friend Chuck that said "I haven't talked to you in like a brazillion years" and I laughed for about forty minutes. I though it was a good Reno word.
I got a spotted frog Webkinz that I named Reno. Yeah. I have a couple Webkinz. I blame my little bruvva Doughnut.
And now I've od'd on caffeine & it's time for sleep. I know that doesn't make much sense, but that's how it works. I'm babbling again. That happens a lot. Comments will be responded to in the coming day or so with the next updates. Eighty-Eights.
TBC, yo!