《Over Again (Sequel to WYIC)》3) The Framily
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~Snow's POV~
Once Cloud and Light get back from the middle of our dirt covered town, I grab some of the blankets we salvaged when we first came to Pulse a long time ago and toss them on the couches
"They're not that comfy, but I don't think you'll have a hard time sleeping after teleporting from one planet to another," I say to Tifa. She smiles and nods.
I can't say I wasn't shocked out of my mind when I heard her voice calling my name and when she hugged me, it pushed away all thoughts that I wad going insane. A whole year... It's been too long. But I'm seriously wondering if the even want to be stuck here for the rest to their lives. It didn't hit us that hard when we ended up in Gaia because we thought the world blew up. But theirs... They don't have a way to get back. Tifa won't ever see Marlene and Barret again, unless they make some drastic decision to teleport here.
Looking up at Vincent, I give him a half fake smile. After all, if he wasn't in WRO building, Tifa and Cloud might not be here. And he's not a bad guy, he just has a few problems. Being mean to him won't fix anything, he'll just hate himself more. The guy has no confidence in himself.
"You gonna sleep tonight?" He stares at me a few moments with a piercing gaze before giving a very slight shrug. "Don't worry about Light, she won't hurt you. Not that you have to worry about that all, but it's a just a reminder."
"Do me a favor," he says slowly in his deep voice. "And do not tell Fang I am here."
"I wouldn't," I shrug. "I'll talk to Light about that, too, but you're gonna have to face her eventually. You can't run forever."
"No," he agrees. "But I would rather not be strangled with my intestines any time near." I chuckle at the sound of Lightning's words coming from his mouth and shake my head.
"Hey, we all have our issues," I stretch after yawning. "At least try to get some rest."
"Hey Snow," Hope sticks his head out of the kitchen. "Tifa's making hot cocoa, want any?"
"She's already taking over the house," I grumble, making Vincent's eyes do that weird thing where you can tell he's laughing on the inside. "Sure, why not?"
"Okay. Hey! Cloud, that was mine!" The boy disappears into the room where everyone else is. Crazy kid. With one last friendly glance toward Vincent, I head to the crowded kitchen. If it can be called that. Hope and I pretty much built the frame of a house, leaving the place like an empty cluster of square shaped rooms. Each 'doorway' is merely an arch with a curtain hanging over it, but it works.
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Anyway, the 'kitchen' is one of those little square rooms with a broken icebox and a roughly sawn table and four chairs. In the corner stills an old gas stove and a cardboard box of old pots and pans that I made sure weren't rusty before taking them home. I found a grill too, but I gave that to Kristina, Clark and Mark's mother. Her husband was one of the Sanctum soldiers Dysley turned Cei'th just to get to us. I honestly feel pretty bad about that... And last but not least, under the crappy looking window I attempted to put in, another cardboard box holds any usable cups we find.
"Look who showed up," Tifa says teasingly. I grin when I see Hope glaring at Cloud, who munches on the last piece of pizza with a victorious glimmer in his glowing eyes.
"Yeah, well," I shrug, standing beside her. She glances up at me and then resumes her stirring. "I couldn't resist anything made by you. Hope says you're the best cook ever."
"And I take the prize for worst," Lightning raises her hand.
"You can have it," I smirk. "You burn everything after not even getting the ingredients right."
"Don't judge," she rolls her eyes. Cloud laughs and mumbles something by her ear.
I smile at them and can't help thinking that they were probably made for each other. What about you and Tifa? I don't know. I remember leaving Gaia thinking that maybe one day, the day I couldn't feel the pain of Serah's dead so badly... But does she still like me? Or has she moved on? Is she thinking the same things I am?
"That almost done?" I ask in a low, teasing voice. She glances up at me quickly with a slight flush over her face and then looks back down.
"Be patient," she finally scolds. I chuckle and shake my head.
"I don't wanna."
"Do I have to go put you in the corner?" She teases, smirking.
"He wants a spanking," Cloud whispers loudly. Lightning bursts out laughing, something you don't see everyday, and punches his shoulder. Tifa turns dark red and I just hang my head in mock shame.
"You're weird," Tifa finally mutters. Cloud chokes on his last bite of pizza as he fails to stop his laughter, and Lightning merely raises an eyebrow at him while his strangled coughs turn into gagging. But he eventually seems fine, not that Light really cared. I roll my eyes and accept the full mug Tifa pushes my way.
"Thanks Teef." She gives me a weak smile and goes back to filling cups with hot cocoa. She gives the last of it to Hope, unsure of what to do with the dirty pot.
"You can just leave it there," Lightning waves her off. "Kristine collects dishes on Monday and Thursday to wash them in the stream."
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"You're not gonna have any?" I cock my head to the side in question. She shrugs.
"There wasn't enough." I offer mine to her and she shakes her head. "It's alright, you've can have it."
"Are you kidding me?" I raise an eyebrow. "I was sharing, I wasn't giving. I'm just selfish like that." She giggles and finally accepts the mug, taking a small sip.
"Aren't you the best guy ever?" Light retorts sarcastically.
"You love me, sis," I wink. She scoffs loudly while the rest of you'd laugh quietly. Feels like home when these guys are here. It's almost like it's been a few days instead of a year. Cloud bumps his shoulder against hers, muttering something lowly by her ear that makes her cheeks glow a faint pink, something only that crazy blonde can accomplish. I feel the sudden need to tease, just because.
"Sooooooo... When's the wedding?" I wiggle my eyebrows. Lightning glares at me and Cloud blinks at me. "How many children? Oh, you're having twins? Adorable!" Tifa laughs and elbows me.
"Shut up. You're so mean," she scolds.
"No, he's just a jerk. You should beat him up and then leave him in a ditch."
"She's too nice," I shoot back. Tifa raises an eyebrow before punching my arm hard. "Ow! Okay, fine. You're the devil!" I rub my sore arm and with as she takes another drink. That's gonna bruise... "Can I have some of that?"
"Maybe," she sticks out her tongue. "Be careful though. I'm devil, which means I probably poisoned it."
"I'm terrified," I scoff, taking a drink. It goes down wrong and I end up choking. Cloud face palms and Tifa smirks.
"What did I tell you?"
"Shut up."
"Such a gentleman."
I hand her the cup back and double over, coughing to try and stop choking on the stupid drink. Lightning struggles not to laugh until I glare at her and finally catch my breath.
"Blondes really ate special," Tifa gives me a cocky smile.
"Hey!" Cloud and I protest at the same time.
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Tifa lays down on the couch and curls up under the small blanket I gave her. Cloud grimaces at the other couch.
"Uh... No offense, I think I'm better off sleeping on your dirt floor.
"Be my guest," I shrug.
"Hey Vince, you can have to couch!" Cloud calls. "Light, I'm kicking you out of your bed."
"Yeah right," she scoffs.
"I won't be..." Vincent starts.
"Hey, it's either the couch or snuggle with this kid," he pokes Lightning's arm. "And you're not touching her. Couch, mister!"
"... Are you doing drugs?" Lightning raises an eyebrow at him while Vincent looks at him blankly.
"Nah. Don't think so," Cloud waves her off.
"Lightning, what kind of man did you bring home?" I tease.
"One that likes snuggles," Cloud hugs her tightly to his body. Lightning struggles to free herself.
"He gets like this when he's tired," Tifa yawns. Vincent watches with amusement as Lighting stomps on his toe and butts her head into his chin to make him let her go, but he merely chuckles.
"Night guys!" I call, pushing past the curtain that covers the doorway of me and Hope's room. He's already sound asleep, snoring loudly and drooling slightly. I grin and shake my head. Teenagers.
When I wake up, Hope is gone and it
I can hear the distinct and boyish laugh of Cloud. Stretching, I shrug my trenchcoat on and go out to the living room to see Vincent scowling at Lightning as she and Cloud laugh about something. I look at Hope in question, but he just shrugs and keeps gnawing on a piece of stale bread.
"You're face... I'm sorry," Cloud finally wheezes out. Vincent pays his apology no regard, still scowling at him before turning his head to glare at the wall.
"Hey Snow," Tifa smiles at me. I involuntarily eye Cloud, who's sitting a little close for my taste.... Tifa seems to notices my eyeballing and scoots over just a tiny bit with a raised eyebrow. I chuckle and nod, sitting on her other side. Lightning grabs her Lionheart and heads for the door.
"Where're you going?" Cloud asks. She shrugs.
"Where ever the monsters are."
"Can I come?" She raises an eyebrow at him.
"You are really clingy, you know that?"
"This is the first time I've seen you in thirteen months!"
"Fine. But I'm leaving you behind if you can't keep up." Yeah, none of us doubt that. Cloud nods and follows her with a wave directed toward everyone in the room. I watch Vincent for a second before speaking up.
"So, whatchya thinkin about Vince?" He breaks from his thoughts and looks me dead on in the eye. It's scary even for a guy like me.
"I think... I'm ready to give my apologies to Fang."
SO I THOUGHT I WOULD DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT AND ASSIGN THEME SONGS TO EACH PERSON IN THE COUPLINGS. AFTER THREE HOURS OF SCROLLING THROUGH MY 20 SONG MUSIC GALLERY AND LISTENING TO AVRIL ON PANDORA, I CAME UP WITH THIS:
FANG- SLIPPED AWAY (AVRIL LAVIGNE)
TIFA- I LOVE YOU (AVRIL LAVIGNE)
LIGHTNING- HEART ATTACK (DEMI LAVATO)
VINCENT- ALEXITHYMIA (ANBERLIN) BEST SONG EVER!!!! SORRY
CLOUD- FINE BY ME (ALEX GRAMMAR)
SNOW- BREAK EVEN (THE SCRIPT)
PEACE OUT, PEEPS!
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