~Tifa's POV~

A week later we're back at Snow and Light's house, the usually small space feeling strange without Cloud and Lightning here. Light decided to go out ans wander around for awhile, which she does often according to Snow, and Cloud decided to go with her, which I told Snow that it was normal for him too. I guess those two are pretty alike. Hope's over at his friend Eric's house, and the place is a little quiet and less whiny without him.

So guess what? I'm trapped in a house with a big blonde goofball today. But he's still asleep, so I'm making breakfast with the small supply of food in the house. The pancake in the pan just won't flip... There we go! I manage to get the thing over and pour two glasses of orange juice, Snow's plate already made. I'm feeling so lighthearted today, but I have no idea why. I just feel like it's gonna be a good day.

"Morning," comes a grumble from the doorway. I turn and smile at a sleepy looking Snow as he stretches with a mighty yawn.

"Good morning," I chirp, setting his plate on the table. He chuckles.

"Well aren't you happy?" I shrug with a smile and continue cooking. "Why's that?"

"No idea." He laughs and walks over, laying too hands on my shoulders, lowering his mouth by my ear.

"I like it." I jump and turn my head, almost crashing my nose into his, and my face burns a bright red at his close proximity.

"Your, uh, breakfast is, um, on the, er, tablet."

"Tablet?" He grins, refusing to back off.

"T-table," I correct, trying to concentrate on the pancake before me.

"Thanks Teef," he winks before sitting down and digging in. "You're the best!"

"Thanks," I beam at him, still blushing.

"I think you got a sunburn," he frowns suddenly. I turn away quickly, shaking my head.

"I'm fine."

"Let me put something on it!"

"Snow, I told you I'm fine."

"Quit lying," he pushes back and walks off into the next room. I huff and shake my head. He's an idiot. I turn off the stove and put the pan in the box of dirty dishes. When I turn around, Snow's just coming back in with a bottle of green liquid.

"I think this is zinc..." He mumbles.

"Well aren't you a poet," I tease. He rolls his eyes and tosses it at me.

"Since you won't let me help." I scoff and put it down on the floor, knowing the real reason that I was so red. Then I sit across from him with my food, stuffing my face as gracefully as Denzel would've. Not very.

"So what do you wanna do today?" Snow asks, tilting his head in the most adorable way.

"I don't know," I shrug. "What is there to do?"

"Not much," he admits with a small laugh.

"Hmm..." I hum, looking back at the ceiling. "I don't have any ideas."

"Neither do I, which is why I asked."

"Nice to know, Trenchcoat," I smirk. He groans and gives me a fake silent treatment throughout the rest of breakfast. Then he goes to the living room and sits on the couch. He's so lazy... I boredly sit on the one across from him, absent mindedly tearing up a piece of paper and making tiny balls with it. Once the paper is gone and I have a pile of paper balls on my leg, I start to flick them at Snow. I get away with it three or four times before he catches me and narrows his eyes at me.

"You're gonna pay for that!" He stomps around the coffee table as I try to squirm away, but he catches me easily, tickling me until I can't breathe.

"Stop! Snow..!"

"What?" He asks innocently, still making me giggle.

"I can't breathe!"

"Oh no! We need CPR!" He moves to playfully push his hands against my chest and slap them away while laughing.

"No boob groping!"

"I wasn't..!" He backs off, beet red. Then he's back on his couch, blushing darker against his pale hair. After a few minutes of awkward silence, I go back to flicking the paper at him.

Miss.

Miss.

Miss.

OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY SNOW PLEASE LET ME LOVE ON YOUR INJURED EYEBALL!!!!!

Snow cringes and holds his hand over his eye.

"Ow."

"I'm so sorry!" I gush, hurrying over to him and hovering like an annoying mother. "Are you okay?!"

"I think..."

"Let me see!" I demand, bending closer to get a better look at his blue eye.

"Um.. Teef?"

"Hmm?" I look down to see him blushing again and that somehow I've wound up sitting on his lap while trying to see better. "Oh. Whoops. Sorry..."

"It's fine," he shakes his head. I move to climb off, but his hands hold me there while he grins playfully. "In fact, I kind like it." I laugh and shake my head, sinking into a more comfortable position.

"Well that's good, I'm comfy like this," I say, my feet twisting together behind his back and my head nestled into his warm chest. Why is he always so darn warm?

"Hmm." Again, another short silence. And then his dang thoughtful mind has to speak up. "Is this... Normal for friends?" I shrug, pretending not to care. He sighs. "I missed you a lot when we were here. I thought I'd never see you again."

"In all honesty," I admit. "I don't think a day went by that I didn't think about you. Sounds kinda cheesy." He chuckles and lifts my chin so that I'm looking at him.

"You think?"

"You're horrible," I frown, hitting his chest.

"Hey, hands to yourself, Missy."

"This isn't preschool, Snow."

"Might as well be."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I scowl.

"Nothing," he beams. Then his mouth flattens out again, looking like he's off in space. "You know, some guy once told me to never kiss a girl unless you really loved her." How long have I been waiting for you to feel it back?! I could slap you right now, Snow! I blink up at him, pretending to be confused. What the heck, let him at least try. He just smiles at me and brushes his nose against mine teasingly. "What do you think?"

"It's true," I tilt my head.

"Hmm." His lips dip down to meet mine, pulling me closer by the small of my back. He's just a big ol' teddy bear. I smile and pull away.

"So is there a point to be made or something?"

"Tifa Lockhart, you are annoying," he huffs. I laugh.

"Well in that case, I'll be on my merry little way."

"No! Stay!" Then he sighs. "Fine. I love you, alright?"

"I know," I shrug. He gives me a pouty look.

"Am I that easy to read?"

"No, but if Hope hadn't have sent you back so soon, you would've heard those words come out of my mouth instead."

"So you don't anymore?" Aw, he looks so sad.

"Of course it do, you idiot!" I scoff, grabbing his hat off his head and holding it over him teasingly.

"Hey! I need that!"

"Nope," I grin, sliding off him and running away.

"Tifa!" He whines, chasing me.

"Bye Snow!"

"Come back here!" I think everyone in the town watched as he caught up and kissed me again, right there in the middle of the square. Then he grabs the hat and runs. "Gotcha!"