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Are You That Somebody?
Chapter 1: What If? (CLOUD)
What if? What if...?
Life's full of 'what if's', isn't it? What if I did so and so, what if I said so and so, what if I'd bought so and so? What if.
What if buying, doing, or saying so and so wouldn't have made any difference? What if people stopped dwelling on what if's, and just got on with their lives? Would that make things any easier?
I don't know.
But I do know one thing, and that is that, at some time or another, everyone thinks 'what if?' And I'm no exception.
What if you'd never seen me before in your life? And you were a girl who'd never seen me before in your life. What if we met one day? What would you think of me? I'll tell you what you'd see, if you saw me. You'd see a young man, of average build, blonde hair, and blue eyes. I'm not arrogant, so I wouldn't say whether I'm attractive or not. That's up to you to decide.
You'd probably notice my hair first. It's what I like to call 'unique', with spikes that you'd probably think either defy gravity, or have been carefully sculpted with a lot of hair gel. You'd probably by now be thinking that I'm someone who takes care of my appearance, and is obsessive about his hair. You'd be wrong. Well, you'd be wrong about the hair thing, anyway. Truth is, I'm not one of those guys who stands in front of the bathroom mirror preening for hours on end because...this...one..hair...will...not...spike...up! On the contrary, I stand there preening for a maximum of thirty seconds, put some gel on my hands, run it through my hair, and that's it.
Back to the subject. Hopefully, by now you'd have decided I was attractive. Attractive enough to strike up a conversation with. I'd tell you about myself, how I was a member of SOLDIER, along with my best friend, Zack. I wouldn't tell you that he made First Class and I didn't. I'd listen to what you had to say, and I'd laugh at your jokes if you made any.
If I liked you enough, I might take you out and buy you a drink. If I still liked you after that, I'd ask you out again sometime. If I really liked you, I'd hope you were thinking about inviting me back to your place, but I wouldn't be too put out if you didn't. I'd be vaguely impressed that you'd managed to stick to the 'no sex on a first date' rule. If I didn't like you, I'd take your number, tell you I'd call you. I wouldn't.
I used to be different. I used have no confidence whatsoever, if a girl was staring at me I would automatically assume she was thinking: 'Oh my God, what a weirdo' or something like that. I think that all changed when I met my first love again.
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Relationship 1: The First Love
I was about ten years old when I first met Tifa Lockheart. Tifa Lockheart had big brown eyes, and long, silky brown hair, and I remember, the first day I laid eyes on her, I ran inside and told my mom: "I'm gonna marry her!"
It took me two years to gather enough courage to talk to her, but by then it was too late. She'd already got me pegged as an introverted loser who she had no time for. I used to stand outside her house, just staring up into her window, praying that just once, she'd come over and invite me in. But she never did.
The day before I left my hometown, when I was fourteen, I decided that it was now or never. I called her out to the well in the square. And I waited. And waited. And just when I was about to give up, she came. We talked for a while, and I told her how I was going to join SOLDIER. It was only to impress her; I only did it for her. She asked me to make her a promise, that if she were in trouble, I'd come and rescue her. At first, I was too shocked to say anything. Me? She wanted me, Cloud Strife, to be her knight in shining armour? But anyway, I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.
The next time I saw her, she was on the train platform at Midgar. I got off the train and just stared. After five years, she was there. Still the same old Tifa. Same hair, same eyes, same beautiful smile. But this time, she noticed me.
Our relationship lasted almost two years. We did all the patented lovestruck couple activities, picnics, days out, Sunday mornings spent in cafes sipping coffee and gazing at each other over the rims of the cups. We spent Saturday nights in, watching videos and cuddling on the sofa.
But, all good things must come to an end, and on Thursday the 20th of March, after three hours of tears and arguments and soul searching, we called it a day. I don't know exactly what had changed, but something definitely had. I suppose we realised that we weren't the same people any more, that we didn't work together anymore, like we used to do. So, I moved out of our apartment, and back into Zack's, and that was that.
We still see each other from time to time, a smile or a nod of greeting directed across the street at one another, but never really more than that. I hear she's with someone else now, Vincent something or other. I hope she's happy with him. I really do. She deserves that much.
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It's late morning when I finally decide to open my eyes and get out of bed. While I get dressed and wash my face, I can hear Zack talking on the phone with someone, and I listen with mild interest as he proclaims that: "Je ne parle l'anglais." and puts the phone down. He glances at me as I walk into the kitchen, and catches my confused look.
"Sarah." he says simply, with a roll of his eyes. I nod sympathetically and sit down at the table, taking some toast off his plate. Sarah Redwood is a girl of the obsessive possessive variety. She and Zack had a one night stand six months ago, and she's still calling to arrange a date. Women who don't get the message are always the worst kind.
"So what are you up to today?" Zack asks, taking the last bit of his toast.
"I don't know." I say thoughtfully. "I was thinking about going for a walk, maybe it'll clear my head, you know?"
Last night was one of Zack's friend's birthdays. Cue lots and lots of alcohol consumption, leading to fuzzy memories and painful headache. No nausea this time though, thank God.
"Yeah, good idea. It might help."
I get up, heading for the door. The phone rings, and I pick it up. The woman on the other end says: "Is Zack there, it's Sarah." I deliberate whether Zack deserves this torture a second time, but eventually settle for saying: "Sorry love, I don't speak English." and putting the phone down again.
Now, time for that walk.
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A/N: Hi everyone! What do you think of this story so far? I got the idea while reading a book called Come Together, where the chapters are him, her, him, her. So the next chapter will be from 'her' point of view. Can you guess who she will be? Knowing me, it should be easy enough. The pen name also helps too, hehe.
As you probably have guessed by now, this will be a Cloud/Aeris story. Why? Because there simply aren't enough of 'em! And that's just not right, considering the extreme cuteness of the couple. And no, before you ask, this doesn't mean that Tifa fans can't read it. I personally, think the whole Aeris vs. Tifa thing is just plain stupid, so you will find no Tifa bashing here. Anyway, enough of my chatter. Hope you liked the story, and don't forget to review!
Are You That Somebody?
Chapter 1: What If? (CLOUD)
What if? What if...?
Life's full of 'what if's', isn't it? What if I did so and so, what if I said so and so, what if I'd bought so and so? What if.
What if buying, doing, or saying so and so wouldn't have made any difference? What if people stopped dwelling on what if's, and just got on with their lives? Would that make things any easier?
I don't know.
But I do know one thing, and that is that, at some time or another, everyone thinks 'what if?' And I'm no exception.
What if you'd never seen me before in your life? And you were a girl who'd never seen me before in your life. What if we met one day? What would you think of me? I'll tell you what you'd see, if you saw me. You'd see a young man, of average build, blonde hair, and blue eyes. I'm not arrogant, so I wouldn't say whether I'm attractive or not. That's up to you to decide.
You'd probably notice my hair first. It's what I like to call 'unique', with spikes that you'd probably think either defy gravity, or have been carefully sculpted with a lot of hair gel. You'd probably by now be thinking that I'm someone who takes care of my appearance, and is obsessive about his hair. You'd be wrong. Well, you'd be wrong about the hair thing, anyway. Truth is, I'm not one of those guys who stands in front of the bathroom mirror preening for hours on end because...this...one..hair...will...not...spike...up! On the contrary, I stand there preening for a maximum of thirty seconds, put some gel on my hands, run it through my hair, and that's it.
Back to the subject. Hopefully, by now you'd have decided I was attractive. Attractive enough to strike up a conversation with. I'd tell you about myself, how I was a member of SOLDIER, along with my best friend, Zack. I wouldn't tell you that he made First Class and I didn't. I'd listen to what you had to say, and I'd laugh at your jokes if you made any.
If I liked you enough, I might take you out and buy you a drink. If I still liked you after that, I'd ask you out again sometime. If I really liked you, I'd hope you were thinking about inviting me back to your place, but I wouldn't be too put out if you didn't. I'd be vaguely impressed that you'd managed to stick to the 'no sex on a first date' rule. If I didn't like you, I'd take your number, tell you I'd call you. I wouldn't.
I used to be different. I used have no confidence whatsoever, if a girl was staring at me I would automatically assume she was thinking: 'Oh my God, what a weirdo' or something like that. I think that all changed when I met my first love again.
~~~~
Relationship 1: The First Love
I was about ten years old when I first met Tifa Lockheart. Tifa Lockheart had big brown eyes, and long, silky brown hair, and I remember, the first day I laid eyes on her, I ran inside and told my mom: "I'm gonna marry her!"
It took me two years to gather enough courage to talk to her, but by then it was too late. She'd already got me pegged as an introverted loser who she had no time for. I used to stand outside her house, just staring up into her window, praying that just once, she'd come over and invite me in. But she never did.
The day before I left my hometown, when I was fourteen, I decided that it was now or never. I called her out to the well in the square. And I waited. And waited. And just when I was about to give up, she came. We talked for a while, and I told her how I was going to join SOLDIER. It was only to impress her; I only did it for her. She asked me to make her a promise, that if she were in trouble, I'd come and rescue her. At first, I was too shocked to say anything. Me? She wanted me, Cloud Strife, to be her knight in shining armour? But anyway, I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.
The next time I saw her, she was on the train platform at Midgar. I got off the train and just stared. After five years, she was there. Still the same old Tifa. Same hair, same eyes, same beautiful smile. But this time, she noticed me.
Our relationship lasted almost two years. We did all the patented lovestruck couple activities, picnics, days out, Sunday mornings spent in cafes sipping coffee and gazing at each other over the rims of the cups. We spent Saturday nights in, watching videos and cuddling on the sofa.
But, all good things must come to an end, and on Thursday the 20th of March, after three hours of tears and arguments and soul searching, we called it a day. I don't know exactly what had changed, but something definitely had. I suppose we realised that we weren't the same people any more, that we didn't work together anymore, like we used to do. So, I moved out of our apartment, and back into Zack's, and that was that.
We still see each other from time to time, a smile or a nod of greeting directed across the street at one another, but never really more than that. I hear she's with someone else now, Vincent something or other. I hope she's happy with him. I really do. She deserves that much.
~~~~
It's late morning when I finally decide to open my eyes and get out of bed. While I get dressed and wash my face, I can hear Zack talking on the phone with someone, and I listen with mild interest as he proclaims that: "Je ne parle l'anglais." and puts the phone down. He glances at me as I walk into the kitchen, and catches my confused look.
"Sarah." he says simply, with a roll of his eyes. I nod sympathetically and sit down at the table, taking some toast off his plate. Sarah Redwood is a girl of the obsessive possessive variety. She and Zack had a one night stand six months ago, and she's still calling to arrange a date. Women who don't get the message are always the worst kind.
"So what are you up to today?" Zack asks, taking the last bit of his toast.
"I don't know." I say thoughtfully. "I was thinking about going for a walk, maybe it'll clear my head, you know?"
Last night was one of Zack's friend's birthdays. Cue lots and lots of alcohol consumption, leading to fuzzy memories and painful headache. No nausea this time though, thank God.
"Yeah, good idea. It might help."
I get up, heading for the door. The phone rings, and I pick it up. The woman on the other end says: "Is Zack there, it's Sarah." I deliberate whether Zack deserves this torture a second time, but eventually settle for saying: "Sorry love, I don't speak English." and putting the phone down again.
Now, time for that walk.
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A/N: Hi everyone! What do you think of this story so far? I got the idea while reading a book called Come Together, where the chapters are him, her, him, her. So the next chapter will be from 'her' point of view. Can you guess who she will be? Knowing me, it should be easy enough. The pen name also helps too, hehe.
As you probably have guessed by now, this will be a Cloud/Aeris story. Why? Because there simply aren't enough of 'em! And that's just not right, considering the extreme cuteness of the couple. And no, before you ask, this doesn't mean that Tifa fans can't read it. I personally, think the whole Aeris vs. Tifa thing is just plain stupid, so you will find no Tifa bashing here. Anyway, enough of my chatter. Hope you liked the story, and don't forget to review!