Author's Note: OHMYGOD I LOVE ALL YOUR REVIEWS! (place an overly-hyper Asian emolittle girl face here) Due to Crimson Tears' request, there will be some Sephy action. Teeheehee. I'm evil.
Disclaimer: Since my name is not Reno, Rude, Tifa, Tseng, Shinra, Vincent, or even Cloud, this isn't mine. Oh, btw, Eve is not a Mary-Sue. Hehe.
Day Twenty-One: 10 PM. Location: On cheese-puff free bed sheets.
I gave Tifa the Oprah book. She told me she didn't have emotional issues, and threw it at my head. I now sport a magnificent bruise on the back of my head.
Grandma hired a cleaning lady who cleans my room and vacuums up the crumbs. Heck, that senile cleaning woman threw the damned bag away. I have to get more. They're selling nacho-flavored ones at the store. The cashier still looks at me funny because of the tea thing.
Oh, speaking of Grandma… today was her 65th Birthday bash. It was at Seventh Heaven.
An alcoholic streak must run though the family, since the woman could drink more tequila shots than I could. Anyways, it was somewhat of a busy night, and there was a hooded man in the corner slowly drinking a mug of whisky that she kept looking at.
So, when they played "U Can't Touch This", Grandma got up and grabbed the hooded man's hands and spun him around twice. When she did, his hood fell off and revealed to be Sephiroth.
Sephiroth. HOLY SHIZNAT…
He looked pitch-drunk… kept smiling goofily and dancing with Grandma. Tifa dropped what she was holding—I think it was a bottle of Bacardi. Hm. What a waste.
Then he took out Masamune, and for a moment, looked like he would decapitate Grandma. So, being the dutiful grandson, I ran and swung the nightstick at him, but he ended up dancing happily with Grandma, twirling Masamune over his head.
I hit him in the head anyways, and he passed out, right before puking all over my shoes.
i might not be able to update since I have another chem test coming uP.