Eighteenth Entry

I had to tie dad up and leave him behind. We had to make it look like he was forced into harboring us; it was the only way to guarantee his safety. I get what Lighting wants to protect, but in my case my dad isn't a dead popsicle like her sister. He's the only family I have left and he didn't shun me like I thought he was going to. It was hard leaving him behind, but I knew I had to.

We fought a ship, which should be physically impossible, considering it could blow us all to tiny pieces. But considering what we've been through before—the fact that we can get clawed to near death by a vicious beast and only come out the battle looking exhausted without a drop of blood on us—the ship was a piece of cake.

After our battle we got a ride from Fang's friend, Rygdea. I was put in charge of healing Snow while Lightning pretended we didn't exist and Fang spoke to that Rydgea guy. The thought of killing Snow did cross my mind while I changed his bandages. But he was all lucid and awake and wanted to talk.

He asked if I had a sweetheart back home or if I liked any girls. I told him why wouldn't I like girls because girls are totally interesting because they have chesticles that I'm told are called boobs and as a perfectly healthy teenage boy I'm totally obsessed with them and not the fact that I want to murder my former enemy turned best friend who is ridiculously well built and probably looks like a well oiled Adonis in the hot summer sun at the beach.

Snow just stared at me.

I sighed and told him I liked Lightning since she was a girl, and I'm totally into girls because of their boobs.

He chuckled. Was he making fun of me?

Lighting was a girl. Sure, she could knock Snow on his back in two seconds flat and asked me once to sit on her back while she did pushups, but she is a delicate flower. A delicate flower that doubled as a killing machine.

He told me that Lightning was a bit too old for me. This coming from a man who is engaged to a girl that barely looks a year older than fifteen and is probably in a ditch somewhere in her sad popsicle coma.

He also said that she was a tough nut to crack in the romance department. So he offered to hook us up.

I'm fourteen years old! What the hell is wrong with him?

Lightning can get arrested because I'm so young and soft looking. Good thing I'm actually rugged and strong. I found my first chest hair the other day before Fang pulled it out thinking it was lint. I guess I should tell Snow that I'm going to marry Lightning at some point. Unlike him, I don't have crazy delusions about my love life. Lightning succumbed to my power of cute and that's good enough proof of a life long commitment. Snow's proof is that his future wife can't run away from him since she's a popsicle.

I gotta go. We're trying to save Sazh and Vanille.