Over Again (Sequel to WYIC)

15) The Immaturity is Real, Y'all

WARNING: TIFA AND SNOW FLUFF AHEAD!!!! IT'S BEEN SO LONG XD

~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.