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:
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.
Ironic Scenario Chapter 8
Of all the things in the world that it could have been, did it just HAVE to be another letter?!? SERIOUSLY?!? Out of ALL the things in the world, all of it. It just HAD to be a stupid STUPID frigging letter!!!
AARRGGHH!!!
Oh, this day just keeps getting better and BETTER doesn't it? Oh, Kami-sama, you have blessed SUCH a FORTUNATE child indeed. She is Oh So Incredibly Thankful for it. She bows her head in Oh So Loving bliss and joy.
NOTE THE OBVIOUS SARCASM!!! THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY STUPID FRIGGING LIFE!!!
Stupid stupid letter. I FINALLY HAD SOME TIME WITH VINCENT!!! AFTER WHAT FEELS LIKE WEEKS!! Even though I know it's only been a few hours, or a day at most...... But not like I was making much use of it though....... Still this is definitely NOT helping me today.
Snatching the letter from inside my locker, I glared at it long and hard, hoping that it would somehow burst into flames or would disappear right in-front of me. Then I can finally wake up out of this God forsaken nightmare. Why did this bloody God damn thing have to appear NOW of all times? Why not, Oh, let's say some time tomorrow maybe!? Or how about on Monday? Or how about NOT NOW?! OH or even better yet, how about this: NEVER!! As in, not going to happen, or never EVER going to happen. Any of those?! They would have been nice, any of them.... what a faint a pathetic dream to have right now Yuffie. How pathetic.
Stuffing the letter into my bag, I slam my locker door shut and continue to venomously glare at it, still carrying that distant hope for it to dissolve right before me.
"Yuffie?"
Jolting straight up, I make a quick side-way turn and nearly lost my balance at my dramatic turn, placing an outstretched hand onto a near by locker, I made a successful attempt on regaining my balance, "Vince don't scare me like that!!"
"My apologies"
"QUITE BEING SO FORMAL!!"
"... Then what am I suppose to be?"
Rumpling my hair, I angrily grit my teeth and start to try and breathe normally again, "Just don't be formal 24/7"
"So if I'm not formal what should I be?" He asked amused.
"Informal."
"Can you be more specific?"
"The opposite of formal."
"Is that the most specific you can get?"
"AARRGGHH!!" Turning around, I stomped in the opposite direction of where I wanted to be, near to him. Darn him for being so...... I don't know!! But darn him anyway!!
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked beside me, it's just like him to catch up with me without even trying, I bet you he didn't even break a sweat.
"Home."
"I see."
And we proceeded in silence.......
I hated it.
"Talk already!!" I uncontrollably burst out saying, unashamed.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"ANYTHING!! I HATE SILENCE!!! YOU SHOULD ALREADY KNOW THAT!!"
"I do know that."
"Then TALK already!!"
"What about?"
"ANYTHING I SAID!!!"
"Okay, what time is your basketball rehearsal tomorrow?"
Groaning, I answer him, "9 am."
"I thought you hated getting up early."
"I do."
"I see."
Silence erupted once more.
Why is it that whenever we manage to start some conversation now, it always ends just as fast as it started?
"Anything else?" I asked, even more annoyed. Why won't he TALK?! Even though I do most of the talking before, he could have some decency to talk right now!!"
"You're in a bad mood."
"Obviously."
"Why?"
"Must you HONESTLY ask?!"
"Yes."
"Just drop it."
"Okay."
"You're not suppose to comply so easily."
"I should argue?"
"Exactly."
"But it's pointless."
"HOW SO?!"
"Because you still won't tell me."
Gritting my teeth again, I think of a come-back. There was none, since he was right of course. Even if he persisted, I'd never tell him.
"Would you be angry if I went to your practice tomorrow?" he asked.
Looking at him from the corner of my eyes, I raise an eyebrow skeptically. Was he SERIOUS? Of course I'd love him to come, but if I say that, I might look desperate, or I might act like we're MORE than just friends. Even if that's what I want, I don't know if that's what HE wants, it could TOTALLY ruin our friendship.
"If you want." I reply lamely, it was the first thing that came into my head that wouldn't drive a wedge between us, there were millions of others of course, it's just that half of them were inappropriate and the other half sounded over-desperate.
Turning to look back at him, since he went silent, I could see him looking up at the sky. Ignoring me, and everything around us, "What are you thinking about?" I curiously asked.
"A secret."
"AGAIN with the SECRET!!" I burst again, even though I swore to myself that I wouldn't bombard him with endless questions about this 'secret', and even after I decided that I would let him tell me on his own free will, I couldn't help it.
"I'll tell you eventually."
"Why are you being so secretive?!"
"Same goes to you."
"Huh?" was my genius response. What does he mean 'same goes to you' there was no way I was taking that as his answer.
"You will tell me what you're hiding when you're ready, and I will tell you what I'm hiding when I'm ready."
"WHAT?!"
"Isn't that fair?"
"It's not about being FAIR!!"
"Then what is it about?"
"AARRGGHH!! I SAID STOP WITH THE FORMALITY ALREADY!!" I scream, today I DEFINITELY had a short temper.
"You have a short temper today."
"Obviously." I muttered, gritting my teeth and trying to speed-walk ahead of me. Like that was going to work. Effortlessly, Vincent caught up with me and kept at the pace without complaint.
We went on like that for at least 5 minutes, although I swear that it was longer, in silence. I refused to talk to him, even though I cherished near every moment I shared with him, I had to draw a line somewhere. This seemed like the perfect place. Growing lost in thought, I didn't notice we had stopped walking altogether, until Vincent said, "Yuffie? What's wrong?"
Snapping my head up, I looked straight into his pitch-black eyes, and I could have sworn I could see worry outshining every other emotion within them, "Nothing. I'm fine. Why?"
"Where here."
"Where's here?"
"You're house."
"Oh. Okay."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, don't worry about me. See you Vince, I just need a little rest. Don't worry." With that I ran through my door, closing the door quickly behind me. I didn't need to look at him to know he was worried about me. I didn't need to look at his face to know that he knew something was wrong with me. I didn't need to look at his face to know that if I hadn't close the door in his face he would have followed me in. I didn't even need to know anything about that. I just needed time to think now.
Slouching against the door, I take my bag of and place it on my lap. Looking wordlessly at it, I silently curl myself up in a ball and let my thoughts erupt within me.
'How am I going to confront Vincent on this?'
'How am I going to wake up early for tomorrow'
'How can I find the strength to show up tomorrow'
'Who the hell is this secret admirer'
'How am I going to get any sleep as soon as I read that stupid letter'
'What is Vincent hiding from me'
'What do I do if Reno is my secret admirer?'
'How am I going to finish New Moon'
'How am I going to tell Vincent what I'm hiding?'
After a while, all of my thoughts seemed unnecessary, and vague. Letting them flow through my brain for a while, I start to drift off into darkness. I didn't want to think. I didn't want tomorrow to come. I didn't want to move from where I was. I wanted to stay like this, for as long as possible.
But I couldn't.
Forcing my feet to lift myself up, I stumble up the stairs towards me room. Not seeing anything. Opening the door clumsily, I blindly walk into my room, using my feet to guide me to my bed through the slightly illuminated room, I fall into the soft cushions and let the silence fill me. Finally getting my thoughts into control, I start to take deep breathes. Entirely out of character. Plopping my elbows up, I support myself so I can get up, taking my time, I reach out for my bag and drop it next to me carelessly. Opening it, I dig in to find the letter that was currently tearing my life apart.
"Where the hell are you...." I mutter as I continued to dig in, "Where the hell are you.."
Flipping my bag over, I empty the entire content over my bed. Shifting a few things around, I continue to search for the letter, "Where the hell ARE you?! Stupid stupid life destroyer...." I cursed.
Opening every individual book, I flip them over and violently shake them to see if the letter is inside. Every now and then some loose pieces of paper would fall off, none of them where the letter, "Where are you, you little vermin. Just where are you hiding."
After failing at finding it in my books, I shove all of the books onto the floor, still searching for it, "What a way to spend a darn Friday night...."
Sitting up, I look around my floor: No letter. Turning back towards my bed: No letter.
Last possibility, grabbing my back, I as good as ripped it open. Though thankfully it didn't break. Darting my eyes back and forth, I came to one conclusion:
It's not there.
A.N: Sorry again if I don't update often, In any of my stories.
