Disclaimer:
Final Fantasy VIII does not belong to me, but this story is based on real
events. Does that count as owning it? Well, I OWN YOU in Counter-Strike.
Haha. Not really. Oh, and obviously, I switched the real people to FF8
characters. Now, let us begin.
The Anniversary
"Hi, uh, mom, I'm going to the mall today.I'll be back before four.call me if you need to.bye." Squall locked the door to the house before walking upstairs to his room, where he got prepared. First, he put his brown leather jacket on, and then looked at his reflection in the mirror. "My hair." he said as he saw his messy hairdo. ".Whatever." Squall put his gloves on before he opened the front door to the house. Walking outside, he closed and locked the door. He began walking down the sidewalk.
As he continued down the street, he began thinking: so it has been a year already? I cannot even remember that day. He felt ashamed for a moment. .Never mind. I don't even need to remember. What matters is now.I guess. Whatever. He then began to remember his depression during the month before they met. Hmm.I guess it's because of her I'm still alive. I would have died a long time ago if I never met her. Since then, I've been.cheerful. Is that the right expression? No, I just stopped being.negative.I wasn't cheerful. But whenever she would call me on the phone, I guess I was-BAM. "SH**!!!" Squall had tripped on a piece of sidewalk that was sticking upwards. An onlooker offered a hand, but he refused. Damn it. Cursing, he got up, dusted himself off, sighed, and continued walking. .Dammit. I really need to watch where I'm going. I guess it's my fault for getting caught up in thought-or could it be because I was thinking of her again? It could be. But, fall or no fall, it's happening today. For a week, he had been planning the day he would celebrate their one-year anniversary. All planned out. But why? He turned a corner. I was never like this. I've become excessively soft. .Who cares, anyway? I don't care if we go to different schools. I don't care that we spend our time together on the phone. I guess she really is my only reason for living. Squall sighed. Well, first, I'm going to pray.
Squall crossed the road, and took a side street to the school. As he was passing the parking lot, he saw the school come into view, and the church across from it. He entered the church and said a quick prayer. And please, don't let anything go wrong. He got up and went outside. Just then, he felt a little silly. "What could ever go wrong?" he asked himself. He noticed he had about forty minutes left, so he decided to get Rinoa her flower.
As Squall walked into the flower shop, a buzzer rang. He walked around, looking for the kind of flower Quistis had suggested to him. A pink rose. Squall had just realized that he knew nothing about flowers. ".Whatever." As soon as he had talked, the florist had come out of a back room. "Do you have any pink roses?" Squall asked, "I only need one." The florist took one from the freezer, and put it on the counter. "Three dollars," she said. "." Squall fished his wallet out and paid for the rose. ".Thanks." He walked out of the flower shop.
"Damn. Still have thirty minutes." He decided to go over to the local net café and put some caps in terrorist asses. ".Twenty minutes." He said to the man at the counter. "Computer twenty-one," he replied.
"Hey! 'Sup, Squall!" Squall turned to the speaker and saw Zell sitting at his own PC, playing Counter-Strike with some friends. ".Hey." Squall nodded to him and took a seat at his own computer. He looked up LAN games and saw that Zell was hosting his own game under his nickname, "Uku." But his game ended and Zell was joining a new game. Squall grumbled, then entered another server. For some reason, all the players on this map were all way too good for Squall to play against. He never stood a chance against the Terrorist side, even though the CTs were winning. He just was fragged repeatedly, never even getting a single shot off. Squall's game had ended before he had been "warmed up" and he went outside, with the rose in his pocket. His jacket covered it, so no one knew he had it.
Once he got back to the school, Squall saw that the students were all dismissed and streaming out of classrooms. He went through the gate and found Selphie, who told Squall she'd find Rinoa for him after congratulating him enthusiastically with a hug. "Wait here," she had said, but he walked just inside the doorway anyway, because he could not wait to see his angel.
As he waited, more and more people came up to Squall and kept congratulating him. What the hell? Does the whole damn world know? I thought it was a."secret." It was widely known in Rinoa's school that she was his girlfriend, but how the hell does everyone know?! Selphie told him to just go over to the mall now, so that Rinoa's mom would not see him at the school.
Thus, Squall began a mad dash to the mall. Well, more of a jog. Okay, okay, he was just walking as fast as he could.
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it's not done! Please review, so I can see what I'm doing wrong. Oh, and if you're reading this, sweetie, sorry for ruining this story and happy anniversary! .yes, I know I said it, what's the big deal? ".Whatever."
The Anniversary
"Hi, uh, mom, I'm going to the mall today.I'll be back before four.call me if you need to.bye." Squall locked the door to the house before walking upstairs to his room, where he got prepared. First, he put his brown leather jacket on, and then looked at his reflection in the mirror. "My hair." he said as he saw his messy hairdo. ".Whatever." Squall put his gloves on before he opened the front door to the house. Walking outside, he closed and locked the door. He began walking down the sidewalk.
As he continued down the street, he began thinking: so it has been a year already? I cannot even remember that day. He felt ashamed for a moment. .Never mind. I don't even need to remember. What matters is now.I guess. Whatever. He then began to remember his depression during the month before they met. Hmm.I guess it's because of her I'm still alive. I would have died a long time ago if I never met her. Since then, I've been.cheerful. Is that the right expression? No, I just stopped being.negative.I wasn't cheerful. But whenever she would call me on the phone, I guess I was-BAM. "SH**!!!" Squall had tripped on a piece of sidewalk that was sticking upwards. An onlooker offered a hand, but he refused. Damn it. Cursing, he got up, dusted himself off, sighed, and continued walking. .Dammit. I really need to watch where I'm going. I guess it's my fault for getting caught up in thought-or could it be because I was thinking of her again? It could be. But, fall or no fall, it's happening today. For a week, he had been planning the day he would celebrate their one-year anniversary. All planned out. But why? He turned a corner. I was never like this. I've become excessively soft. .Who cares, anyway? I don't care if we go to different schools. I don't care that we spend our time together on the phone. I guess she really is my only reason for living. Squall sighed. Well, first, I'm going to pray.
Squall crossed the road, and took a side street to the school. As he was passing the parking lot, he saw the school come into view, and the church across from it. He entered the church and said a quick prayer. And please, don't let anything go wrong. He got up and went outside. Just then, he felt a little silly. "What could ever go wrong?" he asked himself. He noticed he had about forty minutes left, so he decided to get Rinoa her flower.
As Squall walked into the flower shop, a buzzer rang. He walked around, looking for the kind of flower Quistis had suggested to him. A pink rose. Squall had just realized that he knew nothing about flowers. ".Whatever." As soon as he had talked, the florist had come out of a back room. "Do you have any pink roses?" Squall asked, "I only need one." The florist took one from the freezer, and put it on the counter. "Three dollars," she said. "." Squall fished his wallet out and paid for the rose. ".Thanks." He walked out of the flower shop.
"Damn. Still have thirty minutes." He decided to go over to the local net café and put some caps in terrorist asses. ".Twenty minutes." He said to the man at the counter. "Computer twenty-one," he replied.
"Hey! 'Sup, Squall!" Squall turned to the speaker and saw Zell sitting at his own PC, playing Counter-Strike with some friends. ".Hey." Squall nodded to him and took a seat at his own computer. He looked up LAN games and saw that Zell was hosting his own game under his nickname, "Uku." But his game ended and Zell was joining a new game. Squall grumbled, then entered another server. For some reason, all the players on this map were all way too good for Squall to play against. He never stood a chance against the Terrorist side, even though the CTs were winning. He just was fragged repeatedly, never even getting a single shot off. Squall's game had ended before he had been "warmed up" and he went outside, with the rose in his pocket. His jacket covered it, so no one knew he had it.
Once he got back to the school, Squall saw that the students were all dismissed and streaming out of classrooms. He went through the gate and found Selphie, who told Squall she'd find Rinoa for him after congratulating him enthusiastically with a hug. "Wait here," she had said, but he walked just inside the doorway anyway, because he could not wait to see his angel.
As he waited, more and more people came up to Squall and kept congratulating him. What the hell? Does the whole damn world know? I thought it was a."secret." It was widely known in Rinoa's school that she was his girlfriend, but how the hell does everyone know?! Selphie told him to just go over to the mall now, so that Rinoa's mom would not see him at the school.
Thus, Squall began a mad dash to the mall. Well, more of a jog. Okay, okay, he was just walking as fast as he could.
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it's not done! Please review, so I can see what I'm doing wrong. Oh, and if you're reading this, sweetie, sorry for ruining this story and happy anniversary! .yes, I know I said it, what's the big deal? ".Whatever."