Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Squaresoft does. Don't sue.
This takes place a few years after the game is over.
When at work, everyone wears their normal SeeD thing, when not, its just normal everyday our world attire (I.E. Jeans, shirts, camis yadda yadda.) I skimped on explaining that part in the story, so here is the explanation to clear everything up :P
".." Talking
Italics Thinking. Im sure everyone knew that ... :)
"So I think I'm finally over him," I said as we headed away from the soda machine to our dorm. It had been about four years after the whole Ultimecia incident, and everything was as it should be. Even if Irvine and I had broken up, we still talked and were friends. Not any of that pretend friend stuff, real friends. It had really crushed me at first, but I soon learned to appreciate his honesty. We had just grown apart and he didnt feel the same way toward me anymore. That was about a month and a half ago.
I shared a dorm with Quistis because once a few years back, Cid overbooked on students, and she volunteered lending me a dorm room. We just never changed it after that. It's not like teachers get any betters rooms anyway. Oh yea, I'm a weapon instructor now, and Quisty got her liscence back. It really works out well because Quistis teaches, then sends them over to me so I can show.
"Great! Where shall we go to celebrate then?" She asked, smiling vibrantly at me. She seemed a little too happy, but that was just her. Her soft, delicate blue eyes locked onto mine. People said that her eyes had this weird way to give you the chills, but they soothed me. They were gorgeous and complimented her lovely face.
"Well, I asked the students to be early tomorrow, so I don't know if I want to do anything crazy tonight, save it for later?" She looked at me puzzled. Her right eyebrow raised and her mouth was crooked like she had just eaten something that tasted super sour.
"Selph? ...Okay, we'll just hang out then tonight. No papers or grading, okay?" She took a swig from her water and pushed the button calling for the elevator. I guess I never turned down clubbing before. I just didn't feel all that great today. It was Thursday; the worst day of the week, and I was just tired. When the elevator finally came, we stepped in. She pushed for 2F, and started to tell me the outline of her day. After she was done, she asked me about mine and I told her. It happened the same way every day. We made it back to her room and I automatically crawled into my bed, luckily I was the bottom bunk. From the tiny kitchenette we had, Quistis emerged with two shot glasses and a bottle of something I didn't recognize. She looked at me shocked, I guess I was supposed to be all bouncy and stuff, you know, like normal. I guess Selphie Tilmitt never got to be sad or tired in her exciting life. I hated how everyone always though that.
"Sorry Quisty, just feeling really tired. And remember, I told them to come in early tomorrow, I have a longer class planned out." And as soon as I got my words out, I realized that my answer was one of the stupidest excuses I had ever used. She rolled her eyes, I guess she knew too.
"Your class doens't start until 1400. I'm the one who has to be up early. You're not over him are you Selph?" She sat down next to me and put her hand on my cheek. It soothed me. She soothed me. A perfect big sister, too bad Squall never let her be his.
"Selph? What's wrong, you're all quiet and it seems like you're thinking way too much. Talk to me." There she went, being my big sister.
"You're not even supposed to have alcoholic beverages here. How did you even get that in here? And how come I've never seen it before?" I noticed I was scolding her, and she rolled her eyes, yet again at me.
"I bet if a student rolled his eyes at you, you'd be enraged. So don't give me that!" There I went again, scolding her. I guess I was just trying to buy time. I knew she would end up asking me about my uncharacteristic behavior.
"Chill out, Selph. Jeez, you're all uptight. And about the drink," she place it on the ground along with the shot glasses, "we live right outside a little town called Balamb, hence where the garden gets its name. And it that little town, there's stores and-" I cut her off telling her to save it and pushed her playfully.
"Honestly, I've been teaching her for fucking five years, not to mention living here having to abide by all these strict rules. I should have some fun too. This all year long draconian rule thing kinda gets to you after a while. You should know better than anyone I'm not the tight ass bitch that everyone makes me out to be." The phone rang just as she was going to back to the subject of my behavior. A couple more minutes of bought time. What was bothering me anyway? Even if I was grateful for the phone ringing, it kind of made me angry. I could tell by the way the conversation was progressing it was Seifer. He had been paying extra attention to Quistis lately, and for some reason it bothered me. I guess it's because I had just lost the person that used to give me extra attention. But thinking about getting back with Irvine just didn't seem right to me. I really had moved on.
Six minutes passed and she was still on the phone. I guess her legs got tired and she pulled up a chair. I often found myself watching her when she was just doing every day normal things. She kicked off her work boots and entwined her feet, sometimes running it up her calf when she laughed. I guess I could call her my best friend. I don't know why really, but we just clicked. She was reserved and responsible. She was a machine when it came to work and got everything done really fast and efficiently. Me on the other hand, I always day dreamed and got caught up in other things, and forgot what I was doing. Thus, nothing ever got finished, unless she finished it for me. I kind of felt stupid when that happened, but she would just laugh at me and wave it off. I liked her laugh. It was soft, but you could tell it was genuine. Genuine. I guess that was the best word to describe her. I never really had anyone like her. Her hugs made me feel a million times better instantly and I never got tired of her company. But jeez, they'd been on the phone for a while now. I could feel the anger build up in me.Not towards her, but towards Seifer. He always called at the most inopportune times. I rolled over and started to wonder why I was so territorial over her. Even when I was with Irvy I always wanted her full attention when she was around. And if we were with other people, I kind of tried to direct the conversation between me and her solely. What was I so jealous about?
My thoughts were cut off by a tap on my shoulder. Rolling over again my eyes met her pale face. Those blue eyes delved into my soul, even if she was smiling a big cheeser at me.
"What did Seifer say? Hitting up on the blonde bombshell?" I said giggling at her. She waved me off and gestured for me to scoot over.
"Scooch." She said lieing next to me. "Isn't it hot beneath the covers? I'm burning in here." She pondered mostly to herself, but loud enough for me to hear. She sat up and took off her jacket leaving her in a white collared shirt... with a red bra...? It was really visible. Wow, she surprised me everyday. She layed down next to me again. I kind of felt a weird warm feeling at the bottom of my stomache.
"You're blushing dear. I think you should get out of the covers, I know its too hot in there." And she was right, so I crept out of them. I was... blushing?
Snap out of it Selphie. Jeez, you're being really stupid. Maybe a few shots wouldn't hurt after all.
"Pour me a shot?" I asked sweetly. I could smell her perfume. It always smelled so... so... so enticing... Enticing? Selphie you need to get a hold of yourself. Since when did you start thinking Quistis was enticing?
She handed me a shot, poured herself one, gave me cheers and shot it. I followed suit and asked for another.
A few shots later and some ten minutes after I could feel the effects. I was little and a few shots got me really happy...and... horny, unfortunately for me. The warm feeling in my stomache strengthened and I felt myself a little wet. We were rambling on about inane things, laughing and carrying on. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Selphie, don't do anything stupid. This is where you live. You can't jeopordize that. You can't jeopordize a friendship. Why was I telling myself that? Did I find Quistis that attractive? Is that why I was always so territorial? Is that why I wished I could hold our hugs a little longer? Did I ... like Quistis?
"Hey," Quistis brought me back to reality tapping me on my shoulder again, "so you think so?"
"Think so about what?" I asked. I needed to stop daydreaming, especially about her and me.
"Selphie! You need to tell me what's wrong. But first," she started getting up and kind of stumbled her way into the bathroom. I found myself staring at her shapely figure. Even in that awkward way of walking over, she seemed so attractive. I guess four years of living with her and these feelings have finally welled up into big ball of weird, mixed emotions. There was nothing I could do about it, I knew that for a fact. Everytime I like someone, I fall for them hard. But this was different. It was wrong. Why is it wrong? There's plently of people who are the same sex who like each other. Why is it always called wrong? But this was different. This was my best friend, who was a woman. And this was a military academy. No one would approve. I'm already delving into it as if we're going out. I'm pretty sure Quistis is straight. Hell, I thought I was straight. I guess the right person never came peaked my interest.
The door opened and she emerged, to my despair and delight, wearing just her white see-through shirt and these tiny silk black shorts that barely covered her butt. She threw her clothes off to the side, a very unquistis like think to do. I guess its the alcohol. And she flopped chest down, next to me again.
"So yea, uhm..." she giggled a tad, then remembering what she was saying, continued, "oh yea, you're supposed to vent to me. Tell me what's wrong. Sorry, I'm not sober or anything, but it's not like I'm smashed." She grinned and waited for my response. Am I really supposed to tell her?
"Quis, you'll love me no matter what, right?" Jeez, great way to lead into it...wait I'm gonna tell her?
"Of course, sweetheart!" Great...an endearing term. Just what I need. Her eyes, though a little aloof, still burned into me. It amazed me how those really light blue eyes could really burn into me. Her ruby lips were a bit parted and a bit puckered. There were only a few inches between our faces. I had my head down on a pillow, and she was resting on her hands. Just as if they want me to ... no! She's not even thinking about that. Not anywhere near that...but those lips. I ran my eyes from her face to glanced at the rest of her tight body, going over every curve, not failing to notice what a nice shapely butt she had.
"Selph? C'mon hun, you've barely said anything all day. Focus!" I immediately brought my eyes back to hers. I couldn't hold it anymore. I guess you could say it was the alcohol, but I just let my lust take over. I closed to gap between our faces, pressing my lips against hers. So soft... I savored the moment, and pulled myself back from my instinctual behavior, noticing she wasn't returning the kiss.
"Quistis... I... I don't know what... I just... I'm sorry!" I stammered thinking she would just get up and climb up onto her own bed. She still had her eyes closed. When she reopened them a slight hint of anger faded quickly. I started to feel tears well up, and I fought hard against them. I got up, climbed over her almost motionless body, and fell as the alcohol hit me full throttle. I hadn't stood up since I started drinking and it was hard for me to focus now. I felt dizzy and put my hand to my head. Remembering that I hadn't eaten all day, my eyes closed and I blacked out.
I woke up to the horrid sound of the alarm clock beeping. It flashed 1200 at me. I hit the button to turn the alarm off and sat up. I looked around finding everything as it was every morning. The bottle and shot glasses were put away, and her bed was tucked in perfectly, like every morning. Quistis had left my work clothes, clean and ironed sitting on a chair. On the desk there was a pill with a note: "Eat before you take this, it'll take the headache away." I got up and went to take a shower, and did my normal morning, or afternoon I guess, routine. After I was ready I left the dorm and headed to the cafeteria. Maybe it was just a dream...Quisty just left everything like she always does. Maybe I didn't do anything. Damn, I sure hope so.