"Square One"
Author's Note: I feel so incomplete. I posted a chapter without giving you a real reason of why I haven't been writing. So. First thing's first. I love my reviewers out there and my readers. As a matter of fact, Nando and Trueborn inspired me to do a chapter. I just wanted to clear something up for them. OF COURSE I'm continuing for future RudexTifa-ness. I love them. Absolutely...love them. So! Yes. There that is.
Next! I've been busy because I just started high school. It's a lot to deal with, but nevertheless, I'm dealing. I've got me...Honors Biology, Algebra freakin' 2, Honors English, Computers, PE, and the great piano class. Yes...I can now play the right hand part for Aeris' theme. I feel so proud. Especially since my teacher has not taught us one bit.
Now you probably all are...skipping all this, and that's okay. You don't have to hear about my life. Hear about Rude's.
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Missing Entries & Confrontation
Alright.It's been about a week since I've written.
Yes. A week.
I should probably recap I guess.
Since my last entry, Reeve and the rest of us finally started getting people out of Midgar.It came down to a day, and we all thought we were done for.
I had lost my journal too. This one I'm writing in at this exact moment in time. But I'll get to that in a moment.
Then, there we were watching Meteor slowly destroy what was left of Shin-Ra..the building and...I was really scared about dying at that moment. So many things I didn't do and say.Everything.Like those times someone almost whacks you in the face...or you trip and fall on your ass or...yeah, and your whole life flashes before your eyes. That happened. THEN...some really trippy shit started happening.
Just...green and red and blue and...all those pretty colors were in the sky for about...7 minutes, then Meteor was gone.
It was gone.
Obliterated.
Terminated.
No more.
Hasta la vista, baby..
Gone.
I don't know how they did it, but...it was gone and everybody was jumping for joy and the first thing Reno had done was grab random bottles of liquor from God knows where. About five minutes, I realized I didn't have my journal to write any of that in. Besides...I've been wasted for a few days now, but I decided to sober up today...just..because...I have my journal back.
Thing is, I didn't find it.
So, let's backtrack to the day Meteor's destroyed.The Highwind lands outside of Kalm not even 15 minutes after the whole Meteor thing.
Jesus, was she a sight for sore eyes..
Anyways.
Avalanche came back...and they didn't party it up because they looked like they were just gonna die on the spot. So two days pass, and they are recovering and being the center of attention to everyone. Here I am wasted and pissed off because I don't have anything to put down what I'm thinking. Then today, I'm outside Kalm, just clearing my head and...yeah.And here's how it goes.
For some reason on this particular day and particular time, when I just happen to be outside on that particular spot outisde of Kalm, she, I guess, decides to come out as well for some reason on this particular day and particular time.
"Hey."
"...Hi."
"What are you doing out here?"
"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be...signing autographs for little kids and...posing with everybody for your shot in tomorrow's newspaper?"
She cracked an adorable smile like she always does.
"Forgot about that, didn't I?"
..and then silence set in.
...Silence.
"What are you gonna do now?"
"..I dunno."
"You should write."
"What?"
"Write."
"...I'm not that good. I told you before...I just write...things that no one would really care for."
Or ever read because I don't have my journal. So I thought..
"Hm..I think you're getting there."
"How would you know?"
And then..uh...
I become reunited with my trusty, dusty, good ol' journal...
"I just happen to know."
Holy Meteor. A/N: Heh. Holy Meteor. XD Didja get it, didja get it? Bleh nevermind. e.e
I didn't know how to react at the time...So I said..
"..."
And she gets up.
"I'll see you around Rude."
With that..oh so perfect smile and...well, she doesn't seem to be mad, knowing now what I write about on my free time.
But still...she knows.
And...I don't know what to do now. Maybe she didn't read all of it, but how am I ever going to know? I won't exactly go up to her and say, "Oh Hey Tifa, did you happen to read every entry of my journal when I wrote my love out for you every day?"
I'm so lame. I'm going to bed.
-Rude.