Author Note: I will try to update as fast as possible, not easy and sorry if it takes forever sometimes, I work on it everyday. And I AM Sorry if it's taking forever, I understand how annoying it is when a story doesn't update for a while. I get that a lot. Pisses me off to.


In the Previous Chapter:

Entering the gym doors, the only light coming was from the sunset through the window. Sighing I headed over to the lighting area that was beside the storage room. Flickering the lights on. I inhale deep gust of breathes as I let my mind wander, as well as my feet. Unconsciously I felt my feet drag me inside the Storage room as my hands aimlessly searched for the lights. Only to realize that once I found it, everything suddenly went dark. Snapping into my senses, I look around me, and see nothing, except the silhouette of the door. Why was it off?! I just turned it on!!

Furrowing my eyebrows in thought, I flick the switch again, just to see if the bulb hadn't blown a fuse.

The lights went on.


Ironic Scenario Chapter 7

Something is DEFINITELY wrong.

Blinking again, I flicked the switch again. It went off. Flicking it again. It went on.

Something was DEFINITELY wrong.

The light was suppose to be OFF now. Because when I entered the storage the lights were suppose to be OFF, and I was suppose to be the one that turned it ON. But, its off right now, which means: It was on when I entered the room.

Something is DEFINITELY wrong.

ITS SUPPOSE TO BE OFF!! When the coach, or whoever the last person in here was, leaves they turn ALL the lights off. But this light was still ON. Otherwise it was suppose to be OFF.

Playing with the switch, I keep trying to find reason in my head. There was more definitely SOMETHING wrong.

"Do you ever plan to stop?" Someone asked.

I halted. There was someone else here? Well that would certainly explain a few things. But. WHO is it? Turning my head slowly, I see Vincent with his back turned towards me, facing the badminton shuttle cocks.

"V-Vincent!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"I ASKED YOU FIRST!!"

"And I have the choice whether to respond or not."

"THAT'S NOT FAIR!!"

"Nothing is fair."

Puffing my cheeks in irritation, I stomp towards Vincent, arms as stiff as machines stiffly swinging backwards and forwards as I approached him. Making a swift turn so we would be face to face, I confront him, "Okay Vince. What's the deal already?"

"What deal?"

"What the hell are you keeping from me?"

"Am I suppose to be keeping something from you?"

"You already are keeping something away from me."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because you knew where I was earlier on!!!"

"Was I NOT suppose to know?"

"W-Well no.... BUT YOUR NOT ANSWERING THE QUESTION!!"

"Why won't you drop the subject?"

"Because you're keeping something from me!!"

"You have no proof that I am."

"Do I NEED proof?!"

"Yes."

"THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE?!"

"Why should I tell you?"

Damn him. He's trapping me in this stupid corner and I have no idea how to escape it!! Think Yuffie, THINK, "Because I'm your friend!"

"Yes, you are."

"So why won't you answer?" I demanded, trying to keep my calm.

"Because I don't have to."

"FINE!! I turned around and stomped away from him again. I was pissed. I was beyond pissed. Here is the love of my life, being complicated and I don't even know how to take it!!

"Where are you going?" He ignorantly asked.

Taking deep breathes, I calmly turned towards him and raised my eyebrows at him, "Excuse me?"

"Where are you going?"

"Why would you care?"

"Were best friends."

"But that doesn't mean I have to tell you. After all, you won't tell me anything either!!" I was teasing/black mailing him. I admit that. But it was NECESSARY!! He's hiding something from me, and I am more than determined to know what it is. Looking at Vincent again, he looked like he was trying to decide on something. Arguing with himself internally. After a while he said, "How was basketball practice?"

"We didn't do anything but the try-outs today."

"You passed?"

"With flying colors."

"That's good to hear."

"How did you know?"

"That you were going to try for the basketball team?"

"I didn't exactly have a CHOICE." I muttered, remembering how Sara bombarded me with pleas to join.

"I know."

Furrowing my eyebrows, I glared at him, "HOW do you know?"

"Because they were missing a team member, Pamela sprained her ankle a couple of days ago, the doctor said she can't play sports for at least 2 years. We'd have graduated then."

"HOW do you know this?"

"I'm president of the Student Council."

"But that doesn't necessarily mean that you have to know everything single thing that goes on in the school!!"

"Yes, you have to."

"No. You don't know!!"

"How would you know?" He asked, gritting his teeth. I was CLEARLY annoying him. Better stop that, although I was enjoying seeing him struggle. FOR ONCE!!

"Never-mind. But why are you here? And don't say it's none of your business. Or that I am not obligated to tell you. Or any of those big word termed stuff!!"

"I would never says its none of your business. To informal. And I'd be contradicting myself since it is partially your business."

"Why are you set on confusing me?!"

"I never realized that I was."

"AARRGGHH!!" Squiring my shoulders, I turn once more to stomp out of the room. Only to have his hand on my shoulder, stopping me.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Away."

"You're in a bad mood."

"Obviously."

"Why?"

"Take a guess."

"I don't guess."

"Like I haven't noticed."

"How can I get you into a better mood?"

"Tell me what the hell your doing here."

"Waiting for you."

"I meant a SERIOUS answer, Vincent. And the TRUTH."

"It is a serious answer, and I am telling the truth."

"No, you're not."

"Why would I be lying?"

"Because you're hiding something from me!!" I shout back, why was he being so demanding? Well as demanding as he can get. I heard him sigh behind me, what's gotten into him? He's out of his usual character. Not that I'm going to complain, any kind of personality or character he wants, I can adapt and welcome them, no problem.

"Why do you care so much Vincent?" I mumbled. He was confusing me, and I hated being confused. I like to do the confusing!!

"Shouldn't I?"

Sighing, I turn around to face him, "You should care. But you need to be serious here. Why are you here?"

"I already answered that."

"Be serious. Like always."

"I am being serious."

"Then be honest, also like always."

"I am being honest."

"STOP THAT!!!" I bellowed, I lost it, my last nerve snapped. I thought it already had earlier.. I was wrong. His 'calmness' was pissing me off.

"Stop what?"

"Being so Goddamn CALM!!"

"Why shouldn't I be calm?"

"Cuz were having a FIGHT!!"

"Why are we fighting?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE HIDING SOMETHING FROM ME!!"

"But I was telling the truth. I was waiting for you."

"Fine, then let's say you WERE being honest. WHY are you waiting here? Why HERE?!?!"

"Because..." starring at him, I realize that for the first time since I met him, he was at a loss for words. I could see him desperately trying to think of something to say, and at the same time, making it the truth. So he wouldn't be lying to me. Since he knew that when I found out he was lying, I'd not only throw a storm over his head. But I'd be depressed, and as far as I knew he hated seeing people sad.

Seeing him like that, I couldn't help but decide to stop it, I was being unfair. If he doesn't want to tell me, I shouldn't have to push him to do it. He should want to do it on his own, and knowing him he would probably tell me eventually, so I should just give him his space. This may be out of my character, but it's a good feeling being put in the spot and being interrogated by your friends.

"You know what Vince," I said, "Just forget it. Forget I brought the topic up. Let's go home."

Saying he was confused would be an understatement, try complete and utter shock. But he complied easily enough though. Walking out the door, I looked behind me to see Vince turn off the lights and close the door gently behind him, removing all traces that we were here. He was still deep in thought though, that was obvious. He wouldn't even make EYE CONTACT with me. Gritting my teeth, I head towards the gym door, but once I reached there, I turned around again to see that Vincent wasn't there. Blinking, I did a thorough scan on the room, trying to find him. Where the hell did he disappear off to?! Hearing a flicker of switches from the far corner of the room, my eyes zeroed onto Vincent, coming out of the gym electronic room. Most likely turning off the lights and air cons to save electricity. There's the head of the Student Council for you, saving money for school funds no doubt. Shaking me head, I hold the door open for him, receiving a brief thank you from him. Typical Vincent. Always polite and discreet. Side by side we walked out of the gym towards the school building, "Did you need to get something?" I asked, TRYING to be polite. I didn't want to force anything out of him anymore. Or put him under my interrogation lamp.

"I needed to pick up something."

"I'll wait by my locker." I replied calmly. Or as calmly as I could, my fingers were clutching onto bag straps. Hope Vincent didn't notice that. Then again, he tends to be to observant sometimes.

"See you then." He said, walking ahead of me.

Sighing dejectedly, I walk through the school doors and approached my locker, resulting to me having to fiddle with the the lock, so that I could eventually open it. I might as well get a few things out of there, or put SOMETHING inside, so I don't make him feel guilty for having me pointlessly wait for him downstair. Forcefully pulling the locker door as wide as possible, I gawk at what was inside.

WHAT. THE. HELL. IS. THAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

I could just scream. I could just tear my hair out. I could just cry from how unfair this all is. I could just kill myself and end all of my misery. I could just do anything in the world, if it would only make me sure that I was delusional right now.


A.N: Sorry again if I don't update often, In any of my stories.