Love is a Funny Word

Chapter Eight: Frozen

Disclaimer: See chapter one for it.

(A/N: Well, I have nothing better to do right now, so why not start my new chapter? And I would like to apologize for the last chapter, it just sucked, and in advance for this new chapter, which will mostly likely suck too, but when do they not? Anywho, dodges hit by baseball bat Stop it Tasha . . . anywho, on with the chappy! Oh, almost forgot, I am starting the chapter at Yuffie and Guyet's date, and will have her flashbacking on the day, which is the same day from when the last chapter ended, oh wow, that was confusing. Okay okay, just read!)

Dressed in a spaghetti strap dark blue dress, Yuffie nervously clasped her hands together in front of her, while resting her elbows on the table. Guyet sat across from her; his menu sitting in front of him as he told stories from his childhood. She wasn't really paying attention; she was too busy thinking about her conversation with Squall in the Waterway.

[Flashback

Her eyes flickered over to her right as noise presented itself. Without being able to see him, she still knew who it was. 'Where the hell did he come from?' She sighed deeply, closing her eyes as he neared her. She felt him sink down next to her; she had felt his leg brush against hers.

"What happened earlier?" His soft voice met her ears and she groaned, not now. . . 'I'll just play innocent.'

"What do you mean?" She asked softly, still not looking at him; she had her eyes glued to the wall on the other side of the water. It didn't work, and it pissed him off.

"You know what the hell I mean!" She narrowed her eyes, 'I don't need this right now.' Pushing her self off of the wall, she tried to run but a hand closed around her wrist; it spun her around to face him as a beam of broken up lightning flickered between them. 'God, when is it not raining?' His eyes were full of fire, but softened as she cringed under his grip; he had her pulled up against him. And she quickly cast her eyes downward.

"How did you know?" She gulped, shaking from the cold. She flat out refused to raise her eyes to his, and to answer him. She felt his grip on her wrist loosen, and fall off, but neither moved.

"I'm sorry," he finally said, his voice gruffer than he had planned. Not believing that Squall Leonhart just apologized to her. She moved her eyes slowly up his soaked t-shirt, and finally to his face, but never met his eyes, she instead stared hard at his chin. She swallowed hard. He bit his lip, and slowly turned around and left her there, standing as small droplets of water dripped through the rafters holding the roof of the waterway up. She, as if in slow motion, turned her head sadly to watch his form disappear into the foggy and wet street.

[Flashback over

". . . and then as he stumbled over the couch, his foot hit the TV, and they both crashed to the floor." He paused to let another chuckle pass, and then continued. "It was really funny, but I guess you had to be there." I smiled and nodded, although don't have the faintest clue what in hell he had been talking about. 'Stop zoning out you jerk!' I yelled at myself silently. Smiling I continued to sip my wine spritzer. (A/N: Oh shut up, I couldn't think of any thing else! My comp doesn't even say that's a word, but you know what I mean! pouts) Continuing to ignore the next boring as all childhood story, I let my eyes drift over to a couple in a far booth in a corner. She, a very unnatural blonde who's wearing a skimpy red dress that barely covers herself if you know what I mean, seems to be really pissed at the guy across from her; who is wearing an expensive looking black suit with short cropped black hair. His nervous dark eyes move around to see if anyone is staring at her yelling at him. It's not loud enough for me to hear, but it doesn't look good. I bite my lip to keep from laughing as he places his hand over hers, only to have her jerk it away. She finally can't take it anymore, and throws her napkin down on the table as she stands up. This time her yelling is loud enough to catch everyone's attention.

"You asshole!" He stands up too, still trying to win her back.

"Get the hell away from me! It's over Owen!" With that, she flung the rest of the contents of her glass in his face, and stormed out. He frantically stood up and followed her yelling her name over and over. Snorting, I took another drink as I turned my attention back to Guyet who's so absorbed in his story doesn't even notice the couple. He's kinda self absorbed isn't he? Okay, Yuffie don't think about that right now. His chuckling died as he took a drink. Too long of a silence for my liking, lets see what I can talk about . . . um . . .

"They say it's going to rain again tonight." He raises his eyebrows, looking confused at my sudden subject change.

"Yea, looks like it's going to be another big storm. Lucky us huh?" He chuckles like what he said was humorous. I hate it when people do that. Especially guys. I have to bite my lip when he goes into another story from his youth he thinks I'm dying to hear. I sit through it silently, nodding at appropriate places, not really listening. I'm thinking about Squall…I think he likes me; which has taken me these last couple days to come to grips with. How could he like me? But the way he's been acting towards me has changed my opinion. I have to do something, before I die of boredom, or fall asleep.

"And the guy is like, dude I-"

"I'm sorry, but I have to go do something." He just stares at me.

"But we're in the middle of a date." I'm pulling my jacket back on as I respond.

"I know, and I'm really sorry but I just don't feel that-this way about you. I'm sorry." He looks shocked, but nods. He's speechless, but I don't really have to time to sit here and wait for him to find words. I need to find Squall.

"I have to go, sorry." He nods, mouth opening and closing, but no words come out. I get out as fast as I can, flying through the streets, on my way to the hotel. Halfway there it starts raining. Fantastic! I reach out room and fling the door open.

"Squa-"The room is empty.

"Damn!" Panting, I stand there for a few seconds…and then it dawns on me. The waterway. Just as fast as I entered the room, I'm gone and running quickly down the stairs and back into the rain. I pound my bare feet into the pavement, I had ditched my low heel shoes that Aerith had made me where, and ignore the water hitting my face. I'm soon standing in front of the gate into the waterway. Frozen. I can see his figure deep within, but I'm suddenly frightened. What if I was wrong? What if he doesn't have feelings for me? Well, I'll never know until I find out. He doesn't see me as I near; he's staring in front of him, sitting with his legs stretched out. I'm soaked, but glad to be out of the constant downpour. I'm shaking with something else now. He suddenly sees me and jumps up. Thunder crashes above us. He stares but stays silent. I'm still breathing hard, and walk closer, slowly. We're gazing into each other's eyes, for what seems like days, until I can't take it anymore. Moving forward I grab his face and kiss him. Strong arms wrap around me and I'm pulled up to his level, my feet now off the ground. With out a command from my brain, my arms, as if I had done it a million times, wound their way around his neck. I've never been kissed like this before. He's so gentle and passionate at the same time. Days later, he pulls away and I lean my forehead against his. He looks into my eyes, and I'm shocked at how much emotion is there.

"How was your date?" He asks in a low, husky voice. And I laugh. He laughs with me, and I don't think I ever want to stop.

A/N: I doubt anybody even remembers this story; it has been three years since I started it. I will have an epilogue. I don't deserve reviews.