The splash of ice-cold water on Quistis' face chased away her last hopes of sleep that night, not that she had much hope to begin with, after waking from that awful nightmare of hers. She couldn't quite remember it but as she went from the tidiness of the bathroom to the utter disarray of her dorm she could see it had been a bad one. Her room looked as though a bomb had hit it, her clothes were strewn around the room, her books similarly so, and the mahogany book case that had held them was toppled over. She had begun sleep walking a lot lately but her "night time activities" had never left her room in quite such a mess before. She looked around again in dismay, this wouldn't take long to clean up, but she was used to her room being completely pristine, the sight of such a mess annoyed her greatly. She started to clean up, what else could she do? She would not manage to sleep again tonight.
Five doors down on the other side of the hallway Irvine Kinneas lay awake in bed. He glanced at his clock, the red illuminated digits displaying a time of 04:23. It had to have been at least his twentieth glance at the clock since he realised at one a.m. that he could not sleep. He had tossed and turned for 3 hours and 23 minutes, trying not to think about anything, his SeeD exam was the day after tomorrow, (actually tomorrow, considering what time it was.) and he couldn't stop thinking about a certain young woman (not who you're thinking).
He wanted desperately to speak to Selphie, the girl had become his best friend since the two had realised they were not right for each other. Her dorm was only in the next hallway, but it would be stupid of him to go to her room, she was away on a mission is Esthar, he didn't know the full details, it was Top Secret, all he knew was that it had something to do with Lunatic Pandora (and that was only because Selphie had let the name of the Crystal Pillar's container slip when he had interrogated her about it.)
He glanced at his clock again, 04:25 it read. "45" he said aloud, calculating what time it would be in Esthar now. "9:25" he replied to himself. He picked up his phone and dialled her number from memory, instantly happy when he heard a cheery "Hello?" on the other end. "Hey Selph, it's me." "Irvy!" the spunky brunette cried before adding "What are you still doing up? It must be only around 4:30 in Balamb!" "Can't sleep Sefie." He replied. "Can you talk?"
Disclaimer: sadly, i don't own any of the wonderful things in my story, except the plot and my own original characters of course...those'll pop up soon enough.
Authors note: Ok, so it's short, but still, I'm TRYING!!! Anyway r&r, constructive criticism is ok, but please, don't be too harsh, I'm very fragile.