How to Live Forever

I'm not sure what this story is about, to be sure.

I will tell you now, there is SquallxRinoa involved. So if you hate that, uhm bye?

And I will tell you, I appreciate hippies, and everything about hippies. So I turned a few characters into them, thank you, and had much fun in the process. If you have any problems with hippies, take that up with your parental advisor. Or someone near and dear.

Author Notes:

What is this nonsense?

It's true. It's oh so true. It's more true than my reduced fat cheez-its. I wrote a first chappie of new fanfiction. I'm lame, I know, I know. So lame I can't even get out of the purple haze I'm in and finish updating my other fanfics. And I won't deny it, it's dumb of me to have started those and not dedicate at least five minutes a week to them. But, a year later – yes a whole year – I return to Fanfiction. My writing ability has improved, thank goodness, because when I go back and read my other fics I'm frightened for my soul. I may have gotten dumber, but my clever mind has not! Just pretend for five minutes that I'm clever, thanks.

As far as this story goes, I don't know what it's about, just yet, and I don't, in any way feel that it is going to go anywhere. But what can you say, I try.

(by the way, if you have me on author alerts, sorry about this story popping up numerous times. I kept realizing stupid errors and deleting the story. It won't happen again – and I'm sorry.)

-Katie

Soy un perdedor

I'm a loser baby

So why don't you kill me?

-Beck

INTRODUCTION

"Our mission, is to overthrow the government," Squall exclaimed, shooting his index finger out at the crowd of students standing before him. "This is an anti-government faction, and if we don't have your cooperation, it doesn't have much point in existing."

It took a few days for Squall Leonhart to realize, that, there just was no getting through to these students. By these students, I mean drop-outs of numerous Gardens, who out of their own free will marched up to the plate and decided they didn't like the government. There was no one reason for not liking the government. In fact, the most common exclamation that was heard, was in fact: "They're douche bags".

Now, many times before, any form of government screwed people over. It was all just a game of lies, a higher power tampering with lives. There was no denying it. And before Squall realized this, his ideas of overthrowing the government were simple child-like games.

Something as simple as putting something in the president's soup appealed to Squall. And it wasn't because he was immature; it was because Squall didn't have much of a life anymore. His physical appearance was that of a slob. He didn't shave anymore, so he had grown a nice beard, and his hair had grown in length as well. It was scarcely brushed, which was clearly visible to some observant ones. It was an appearance that would not be accepted by Balamb Garden, which was for sure, and it made Squall even happier that he had dropped out.

Squall didn't fight any longer, either, as he considered himself a philosopher.

"Philosophers can't fight", he would convince himself.

"Squall Leonhart, a philosopher?" Selphie Tilmitt would jest everyday. "Might as well give a banana a dictionary," she said, cracking up with laughter immediately after.

Squall shot her a cold stare. Selphie immediately brushed the smile off her face, but still giggled under her breath. Selphie was a small girl who, had just recently transferred to Balamb Garden from Trabia Garden, where she had grown up. A mere few weeks after she had been settled in Balamb, she met Squall. With Squall's help, she immediately fell in love with Squall's views on…well, life at this point. Shortly after, she dropped out with him.

There were numerous reasons for this, none of which were superior to any other. One reason was the fact that Selphie's parents got screwed over by the government, and with the help of Squall, she had just recently found out that Balamb Garden's founder was tied into the whole issue. Her parents lost so much money and so many possessions that they no longer had what was right to bring up a child. Selphie was put into an orphanage when she was just a wee thing.

So, like any other person, when Selphie found this out she was furious.

Why Squall dropped out is anyone's guess. Not even Squall was sure. He just couldn't stand the thought of fighting any longer. He saw no point. And because of his sudden need to preach anti-violence, he soon realized that the government was behind the whole need to fight. And anything having to do with The Man meant something bad.

Squall snapped back into reality, which at this point in time, merely consisted of a small room crowded with scraggly teenagers and young adults.

"Wait, so do we even have a plan?" a boy, nowhere over the age of 16 chirped out. "You know, to overthrow those bastards?"

Squall rubbed his beard in thought. "Not yet…Isn't that why we're here, Chris?"

Chris shrugged his shoulders and stared at the floor. "I don't know man, I just don't know."

Squall ignored Chris's confusion and turned to Selphie, who was standing next to him. "If we don't think of anything," he said through clenched teeth. "we're going to have to go back to childish games."

Selphie couldn't help but smile. "I'm not objecting to any ideas you may have. In fact, I am quite excited."

With that said the whole room cheered. Selphie had spoken too loudly after all.

Selphie sat in a chair, with a wide grin on her face, and a long Tshirt on. She swung her legs over the back of the chair, and hung upside down, looking at Squall.

He sat at his desk, staring at the soft wood, deep in thought.

"Do you know how many trees they killed to make this fucking desk?" he remarked, slamming his fist into it. "you're the one who bought it, Selphie. You supported The Man."

Selphie giggled and tumbled off the chair. "Yeah, well, what can I say. At least I get laid every now and then."

Squall didn't have much to say. It was completely irrelevant and immature of her to have said that. "Selphie, get the hell out of my room."

Selphie smiled and kicked his chair. "I was just kidding, you know. What's wrong with you, anyway?"

Squall looked at the floor. "The kids we're working with are dumbasses."

Selphie shrugged. "I dunno, I think they're all kinda fun. We're lucky to have followers at all."

Selphie walked to Squall's mini-fridge and took a bottle of whipped cream out. She sprayed some in a line on a nearby table.

"What do you mean, lucky?" Squall objected.

Selphie stayed silent. She took her finger and scooped some of the cream off the desk and put it in her mouth.

"I'll have you know, we're running a strong, legitimate program here."

With that said, Selphie burst out laughing. "Legitimate? Legitimate my ass! If anyone serious enough found out about this, we'd be put in jail like bing-bang-boom." Selphie giggled and raised her finger. "Actually, if anyone found out about us, they'd laugh and spit in our faces. 'As if they're a threat', they'd say. And we'd just continue with our juvenile pranks."

Squall was ready to strangle her. "Juvenile pranks, Selphie? That was your idea that I never agreed to. Pranks are bullshit. No pranks."

Selphie didn't bother bringing it up, but it was in fact Squall's idea to play shitty jokes on authority figures in the first place.

"Come on Squall! Wouldn't it be funny drugging the shit out of those assholes? Watching them try to fly out of their windows and stuff?"

Squall couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was beyond him, how he had even met half of the morons in his life.

"In fact…I started discussing something with a few of the people in this faction. About that douche Carway's daughter."

Squall didn't have much else to say, other than, "what about her?"

Selphie smiled and winked at him. "She's 17. A good girl, I assume. A princess. Daddy's angel. Who, I guarantee you, is oblivious as to the shit her dad does directly under her nose." Selphie smiled again, unable to hold in her excitement.

"Selphie, what are you getting at," Squall said, rolling his eyes.

"You can't tell? Pfft." Selphie plopped back down in her chair. "Obviously Squall, we could get a hold of her, put some of this stuff in her head, and theeeen…" Selphie paused and looked at Squall.

Squall raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders.

Selphie sighed. "We deflower her."

A/N: First short intro chaptah. What can ya do.