First Seiner fic ever! Written for the contest the Seiner club on deviantart is having :3
Enjoy ^^ I apologize if they're out of character in any way shape or form, this is the first time EVER having written them. o__o;;
A burning, painful, yet strangely wonderful feeling coursed through me whenever he was close to me.
When we exchanged snappy remarks.
Whenever he looked at me for just a second longer. (Or at least that's what I lead myself to believe)
And when we were struggling and he had me pinned to the platform, chest heaving from over-exertion, face slightly flushed, staring straight at me, that's when the sensation was the most unbearable.
And I had to do something about it.
I would confront him about it.
I would figure out just what it was about him that was making me feel this way.
Day after day went by, and I started to get a little clumsy around him.
Tripping 'accidentally' (It was on accident, I swear.) whenever he was near, so that I could brush up against him.
I'd get an oh-so-sweet insult back, and almost get shoved over onto the ground, a smirk barely sent back my way, as if he /almost/ considered me worth his time.
But still I wanted the feeling to continue.
The butterflies.
The pounding of my heart.
The flush he brought to my face.
So after a casual struggle 'tournament' all the teenagers in Twilight Town participated in, because there was really nothing better to do that day, and hey, we're still young. Do they really expect us to do anything else on a Saturday?
After all the matches were finished, and we were all shrugging off our vests and helmets, dropping them in a bin that the supplies were kept in, the rest of the group headed off, leaving his group and mine.
He was just about to round the corner, and leave the sandlot, when I, being stupid as I was, decided at that moment to finally voice what I'd been holding in for the last few weeks...or was it months...perhaps it was even years, and I was just that dim...
"Seifer!!" I yelled after him, stopping him in his tracks, and he lazily turned back to look at me, giving me a look that told me to continue.
"I...I need to tell you something..."
"What, lamer? Spill it."
"Seifer...I HATE YOU!!"
My voice echoed around the nearly empty space, bouncing off the buildings, striking me violently as though my words,
that had spilled out of my mouth in the completely wrong way, had been turned into a weapon.
He stared at me with an odd expression...was it annoyance? Or...was that a slight flicker of hurt in his gaze...
Well, whatever it had been, I only got a glimpse of it, as he turned on his heel, striding away with his two lackeys, a careless "Tch...whatever, chickenwuss." tossed back to me.
Once he had left, I sunk to the ground slowly, biting my lip, furious at myself.
Olette and Pence walked over to my sides carefully, looking worried.
My eyes stung as I mentally punched myself over and over and over again.
That hadn't been what I'd wanted to tell him...
That hadn't been what I'd wanted to tell him at ALL.
And now I'd lost my chance to confess to him properly.
Probably forever.
And I hated myself for it.
:33 Who hates me for doing twist endiiings?
-gives sea salt ice cream and cookies to reviewers-