A/N: YOU MUST READ THIS TO UNDERSTAND THIS FICTION!

I cannot stress that enough. This fiction was a challenge that was totally Reyaa's idea. *lol* She gets all the credit. Anyways, back to what makes this fiction unique. Like the title says, Hayner and Seifer will be speaking in LYRICS! Or rather, they will be speaking using whatever song lyrics that me and Reyaa could find to fit the circumstances. Now, before you get too excited, just know that we only did it where Hayner and Seifer are interacting with each other. And not 100% but mostly we tried to make sure that we had at least 5 references in a scene. And there are lists amidst the fiction that contain the lyrics and the songs and artists they come from.

We did tweek some of them a little. Please understand that this was a challenge that we did to test ourselves and that we just want to share it with you.

So, we hope that you can enjoy this, and please feel free to PM us with questions.

Seifer - Boston, Massachusetts

"Vous allez devoir mettre un habille plus approprie, Monsieur Almasy." The chairperson in the foreign language department of the University of Boston Massachusetts announced in French that carried a heavy American accent. They wanted me to wear a tie.

"Oui, bien sur, Madame." What I wouldn't do for that boy...

The lady smiled pleasantly, clearly happy to have solved the problem that had been weighing on them for a while now. I'm not sure what happened to the guy who'd been teaching French in this university before me, but he was gone and being born and pretty much bred in France sort of made me the perfect replacement. I had no idea how to teach, but it couldn't be that hard, could it?

Standing when she did, I offered her a smile in return as we shook hands closing the deal. I was now the university's new French teacher. This would be very interesting, especially because all I'd aimed for was a janitor's job. The president of the university had been whining about his issues finding a replacement out loud though and I jumped for it because I'd rather teach some snot noses how to speak French then clean the snot noses' toilets.

"You'll start tomorrow," She announced in English now, clearly more comfortable with that, "I'm sorry we cannot offer you some time to settle in comfortably, but President Shan will introduce you to all the other teachers tomorrow first thing so they know you may need their assistance from time to time." Smothering the wince that wanted to appear, I gave her a nod and then left her office, walking through the University's hallways, going for the exit.

Less then a week ago I'd still been in Paris, living in a huge apartment paid for by my father, my mother coming to visit me for tea every two days. Things had certainly changed. Or I suppose they hadn't, not at all, just that now I could finally be who I really was without my parents stopping me from being that person. Unfortunately, in order for me to be who I am meant that from now on my parents weren't my parents any longer.

Crossing the parking lot, I settled myself into the driver seat, shaking my head at myself. And now I was here, going after a guy I wasn't sure would even want to speak to me. It's like I liked getting hurt or something. Hopefully, I would like to teach, make things a little easier on me in that sense.

Hayner - Boston, Massachusetts

"Watch it!" Ignoring the shouts of anger and annoyance, I weaved in and out of the university students that were cluttering up the sidewalks not really moving, but just standing there trying to figure out that it wasn't high school anymore. I was going to be a minute late to my class, but that was okay. I was the teacher. Pushing myself faster on my skateboard I adjusted my tie and opened my suit jacket to let the breeze flutter it. It was easier to go down the stair railing if it was open.

It wasn't everyday that I used my skateboard to get around campus, but on days that I was late, yeah, I needed some extra speed. Coming to a stop in front of the C building, I flipped up my board and made my way inside to my classroom. Groaning to myself, I took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Welcome to class, ladies and gentlemen." Pretending not to see the looks of awe or disbelief about my attire or my skateboard I walked to the podium, dropping my backpack on the floor and fishing my notes out. "Okay, we left off last time having an interesting discussion about the significance of humor in modern American writing. I suggest you get out your little notebooks, because this next portion of the lecture will be on the test. And I don't want to hear any whining about going to fast. If you can't write fast enough, get a voice recorder."

This wasn't a hard class to teach, Modern American Writing, but I'd wanted to teach the Short Stories class instead. Oh well, there was always next year and I'd be farther up the seniority ladder. I'd only been teaching here two years, three if you counted my student teaching as a graduate student.

I'd started teaching the intro courses when I'd gotten my masters three years ago, and then when I'd gotten my PhD a year later, it meant a bigger salary and more selection of classes to teach, but I was still at the bottom of the rung. Being the youngest professor on staff at age twenty-four still kinda sucked and it wasn't as 'cool' as some people thought it was.

I finished up the class and stuffed my notes back inside of my backpack. There were some promising students in this class and I was hoping to see them in more of the classes I taught. Smirking to myself, I realized that I was now officially a professor. Watching students, hoping to inspire the few who would actually make it through the grueling classes and end up teaching in my place someday. Walking outside, I jumped back on my skateboard and headed to my office to spend the next two hours supposedly working on my book, but I saw a nap in my immediate future.

Seifer

Now, I'd never remember the names of every single teacher I'd met this morning. I'd nodded, been polite, pretended to be interested as the President had shown me around the buildings and introduced me to my colleagues, except for the few that weren't on school grounds, which included Hayner. The moment I'd set foot in the United States, I'd been pressed to see him again.

Now? My office across from his? Not so much... Hayner, I remembered, was feisty. Getting him angry wasn't something you did unless you really had no choice. And it's not like I'd truly had a choice, what with my father being a homophobe and clearly not about willing to give me his blessing on the relationship I'd started with Hayner nearly five years ago... It certainly made things difficult.

But I felt guilty. I should have come out of that stupid closet instantly and not listened to my father and let him decide everything for me. That decision is what had dragged me out of the U.S. five years ago, bringing me back to sweet home Paris, studying there instead of the well reputed college here in Boston. That part wasn't what bothered me. It was the fact that whatever relationship I'd had with Hayner had been ended cold turkey.

Hadn't even gotten the chance to warn him or say goodbye, I literally left without saying a word. Now, that was something Hayner most likely didn't appreciate and is what had me hesitating just a tad.

Anyway. The woman who taught science had large round glasses, long brown hair up in a weird looking pony tail that would help me remember who she was. History teacher was a man that didn't know how to smile, I'm sure, and he wore sunglasses, even if there wasn't any sun. I knew that last bit because he wore them inside. Math was taught by a dude that had an X scar right in the middle of his face. Spanish by a woman that clearly ignored the dress code forced upon the teachers. And then a bunch of other people I would have to remember one way or another.

This university was so big, I'd gotten lost on the way to my first class, making me ten minutes late. Apparently I also had that thing we call stage fright. I'm pretty sure my fancy white dress shirt was drenched and the tie I'd neatly tied around my neck was a wreck, hanging haphazardly over my shoulders. Those shoes that went great with the neat pants were pinching my toes and somewhere during the middle of my teachings, I'd kicked them off, pacing on the small stage in my socks, trying to understand how it was possible for people to be this incredibly stupid.

"Sacre fucking blue. Franchement!" I groaned, glaring at the students in the first row. "Seriously, people, you guys sound like Parisian cows when you speak French. And that's not a good thing, believe me." Grabbing the teaching book from the desk I was walking before, I frowned at it and then threw it in the garbage for show, "I'm not teaching you guys anything in that thing until you all learn how to speak French properly like students doing a French major should!" Frustrated because I had no idea what the hell I was supposed to do as a teacher, I pointed at the exit, "Get out! Class dismissed or what the hell ever."

The people that were officially scared of me ran out of the class as quickly as they could, followed by the students that were eying me strangely. I was allowed to be categorized as weird. Although technically American by blood, I considered myself French. The French are fashionably weird; I would be going against my nature if I didn't freak these people out just a bit.

Puffing out some air, I watched the people leave, undoing the top two buttons of my shirt as I felt like I was suffocating in these clothes. The lack of my beanie made me feel very naked as well. I definitely wouldn't have been nervous in front of all these people had I worn my beanie.

"Mr. Almasy?" I lifted my eyes off the ground, giving a tight smile at the girl walking up to me. A small brunette with a couple of books hugged against her chest and she looked somewhat terrified.

"What's your name?" I asked politely, hoping it would make her stop blushing.

"Kairi, Sir. Here," She handed me a piece of paper and I eyed in curiously, then smiled.

"Merci, Kairi. That'll be very helpful." She sighed in relief, smiling before hurrying out of the classroom. She'd given me a floor plan of the university. She was getting an A on the surprise test I was giving tomorrow.

Sighing in relief myself as everyone had gone, I retrieved the book I'd thrown in the garbage, stuffing it into my bag before leaving the classroom myself. Taking the floor plan of the building, I managed to make my way back to my office without getting lost this time. Stepping inside, I threw the bag on the small comfortable couch placed before my desk before circling that, sitting down on the leather arm chair.

This place was definitely not a janitors closet. I even had my own sink and coffee maker. And mugs. I didn't even have to bring my own mug. Sitting back, I rubbed my temple and frowned at the stack of papers shoved into a folder placed onto my desk right before my nose. Apparently whoever had been the French teacher before me had had to translate a French text to English for Hayner.

Now that they were gone... the President had asked me to give it to Hayner and introduce myself at the same time. Two birds with one stone is what he'd said. I could give it to him during lunch in the teachers lounge. I could also wait for when he wasn't teaching class and find him in his office. But both those options gave Hayner the possibility to get very angry at me.

Now if he were to be teaching class... He'd be obliged to stay right where he was while I showed him that I'm here. He wouldn't be able to get angry either because his students were right there. I'm sure there was a rule against shouting in the presence of students. If there wasn't, then there would be after Hayner was done with me... Being the genius that he is, he knew the most interesting and colorful curse words there was to be known on earth.

Which made him incredibly hot. Thinking of how I'd used to piss him off for reasons less serious then this moment... How I loved cheering him up, poking him until he was forced to give in and stop glaring at me. Grinning, I let my head fall back on my shoulders, that flutter of excitement back in my belly as I would be seeing him again soon.

Now. I was going to see him now. Jumping up onto my feet, I grabbed the folder carrying the translated text and the floor plan the girl who's name I'd already forgotten had given to me. Walking through a couple of hallways and hoping I'd remembered the right class number in which Hayner was teaching his current class, I realized I'd forgotten my shoes, but shrugged since the room was only three steps away from me now.

Should I knock? Peeking through the small square window, my heart skipped a beat as my eyes landed on his back. I'd say he hadn't changed much or had changed a lot, but I could only see his back. He'd let his hair grow out a bit though, which I remember suggesting to him five years ago... It had been too short to tangle my fingers into back then. Raising an eyebrow and pursing my lips, I let my eyes trail down his back and bit my bottom lip as they landed on his derriere.

I was here to tell Hayner I loved him, that I was sorry and hoped he could forgive me for having left so suddenly without a word... Hope that he'd return the feelings. It was all extremely honorable and shit, of course that didn't mean I couldn't admire the view... I'd missed grabbing onto those cheeks.

Clearing my throat, I tore my eyes off him and then took a step back only to walk back forward, and this time, twisting the knob so I could walk into the classroom, pretty much interrupting his teachings as obviously the students now all looked my way.

Hayner didn't turn around right away, maybe figuring that it was a student who was leaving to maybe get a drink, and instead he finished what he was saying and writing on the board. Something about themes and complete plot-lines and other stuff that I didn't hear.

A girl in the front row giggled at Hayner not having noticed and I quickly glared her way, shutting her up before clearing my throat so I could get his attention. Alright... This was it. We'd met in college, fallen for each other, spent time together, loved each other, told one another everything there was to know... and then I'd left without a word. I was back now though.

Five years and now no one was stopping me from being with him. Now all I had to hope is that A, he'd forgive me, B, still felt for me, C, hadn't fallen in love with someone during that time and was now a happy man in a serious relationship with someone that isn't me.

Setting the dry erase marker down, he turned to look at who had interrupted his class. The only reaction to my presence were his lips tightening and his eyes narrowing as he took in my appearance.

"I don't want to hurt you.* What is it you want?" His voice was tight and I heard the students shuffle nervously at the obvious threat that was in his words.

Ignoring the audiences stares, I tried to keep myself from blurting everything out. I wanted to tell him all that had happened, but I couldn't. Not yet because Hayner wouldn't let me. He would need some time to get over the initial burst of rage before being able to listen to me and hear my words. I could give him a hint though... Stepping closer to him, I placed the folder onto the corner of his desk, not nearing him too much because I didn't want to see him flinch and back away. At least now I was close enough to say something without the students hearing though.

"Waited for so long outside myself. You see, I was pretending to be someone else.*" I wanted to leave. This wasn't going well, I could tell by the way he was looking at me.

He flinched at the sound of my voice anyways, and then glared at the file and back up at my face. "It doesn't even matter how hard you try.* Keep that in mind." Voice low and gruff, eyes full of fury, but face as easy going as he had been a moment before I'd walked in. "Thank you, Mr. Almasy." He said with finality and turned back to the board, letting me know that this conversation was over. Pressing my lips tightly together, I stared at the ground. If he remembered me at all, then he knew he never got the last word... Definitely not now. I wouldn't allow it. I wanted him back and...

"I find it upsetting that the memories you select? You keep the bad but the good you just forget.*" I could care less if everyone in this classroom had heard me and had gotten the slightest inkling of an idea of what was going on. They could all go to hell. "Merci, Mr. Allen, for the moment." Now the conversation was over. Swallowing the hurt rushing through me, I gave the back of Hayner's head a polite nod before turning and exiting the classroom.

I don't want to hurt you.* = I Won't Be There - Simple Plan

Waited for so long outside myself. You see, I was pretending to be someone else.* = Too long - Yael Naim

It doesn't even matter how hard you try.* = In the End - Linkin Park

I find it upsetting that the memories you select? You keep the bad but the good you just forget.* = which to bury, us or the hatchet - Reliant K

Hayner

Something I've learned going to university and being such a young teacher, is to compartmentalize. It's a handy stress reliever and helps me focus on one problem at a time, instead of getting overwhelmed by so many things at once. So when Seifer, long lost Seifer Almasy strolled casually into my Creative Writing class that Tuesday afternoon to set down the translations that I'd been waiting for, my mind gave me exactly two minutes to process it, and then it was filed away under, Shit To Deal With Later.

The class was just a blur in my memory, but I do remember letting them go without the pop quiz I had planned on giving. Chalk that up to the small headache that was forming behind my eyes because my back was stiff with anger. How dare he show up here, like it was no big deal? Oh, I was totally over the stupid romantic shit that I'd felt for him, but the fact that the only friend I'd had, abandoned me so long ago...that hurt. And in a man's mind? Hurt equals anger, and anger equals hate.

Slamming my skateboard down, I jumped on and decided that the only place to let out some anger in privacy, was my office. I didn't have any classes the rest of the day, and I'd been hoping to get some of my stupid book planned out, but I was too pissed now to even think about it. Not even caring that I'd knocked some kid to the side as I sped past, I reached into my pocket and turned up the volume on my mp3 player and let my mind try and calm down.

He was here. Why and for how long? Could I possibly avoid him. Was he even here for me? Remembering his words, yeah, he'd come here looking for me. Well, I hope he could take a hint. I didn't want anything to do with him. Really. Taking the elevator up to my office's floor, I didn't make eye contact with anyone and I sighed in relief as I saw my office door. Sweet freedom.

Resisting the urge to slam it shut, I'd had a talking to from the Department head about abusing it, I closed it softly and dropped my stuff on the floor before plopping down into my comfortable leather chair. I put my feet up on my desk and leaned back crossing my arms behind my head and relaxing. Technically, these were my office hours, meaning students could stop by and visit with me, but they rarely did. I encouraged them to email me instead. Much easier to deal with.

Closing my eyes, I took deep calming breaths and felt my heart beat slow down and my muscles relax, relieving my headache just a bit. I didn't know where Seifer was right now, but the fact that he handed me that packet, had me worried. He didn't work here did he? Nah. No way.

I heard a knock and every calming method I'd used on myself was thrown out of the window as Seifer was the very one to open the door and let himself in, closing it gently behind him and leaning against it. He looked worried. Well, he very well should be!

"The right words escape me.*"

"I'm trying to leave the memories of you behind.* You should leave." I didn't want to see him, and I sure as hell didn't want to listen to any kind of excuses that he was going to give me for leaving me five years ago. Not moving an inch, I didn't want to give him the idea that he could still effect me so much. "You know where the door is." Closing my eyes, I waited for him to leave.

The worry in his facial expression seemed to fade, an eyebrow raising as he pushed himself away from the door, walking towards my desk, "Dream on*, Hayner. I'm not leaving and you know it." He sighed, placing his palms on the edge of my desk to lean down on it, staring at me with those blue eyes I... I hated him. "I'm the one who replaced the French teacher. We work together now." Straightening, he crossed his arms, "Since you got no choice, hear me through. Requiem for a jerk.* I'm not that jerk anymore, Hayner. No one is stopping me from being who I truly am anymore."

Oh, really? Slamming my fists on the desk, I stood up angry again at his refusal to leave. Didn't he understand that I didn't want some stupid excuses? "You think that if you come in here saying all the 'right things' at exactly 'the right time', that you'll mean something to me, you're wrong.* Seifer, it's too little, too late. Leave me alone, please?" Why wouldn't he just leave me alone?

His eyes squeezed shut and his jaw locked for a second. Arms falling slack by his sides, he looked at me again. I could see pain there, definitely, but also a bit of anger... "All because of you!" He suddenly shouted, "I haven't slept in so long, when I do? I dream of drowning in the ocean. Only way I can get out is when I hear your voice!*" He winced, looking upset and then embarrassed before he shook his head, turning around so he could march out of my office, slamming the door shut behind him.

I blinked at his sudden outburst and subsequent departure. What the fuck? How dare he leave before I was done yelling at him? "I'm going to kill him." Fists clenched in fury I grabbed my stupid magic eight-ball from the top of my desk and shook it. "Will Seifer leave me the hell alone?" Come on, gimme some good news...Flipping it over I watched through the clear window, waiting for it to tell me some good news.

"Outlook not so good."

"Son of a bitch..."

The right words escape me.* = Grey Day - Zoot Woman

I'm trying to leave the memories of you behind.* = When I'm with you - Simple Plan

Dream on* = Dream on - Aerosmith

Since you got no choice, hear me through. Requiem for a jerk.* = Requiem for a jerk - Placebo

You think that if you come in here saying all the 'right things' at exactly 'the right time', that you'll mean something to me, you're wrong.* = vertical horizon - everything you want

All because of you! I haven't slept in so long, when I do? I dream of drowning in the ocean. Only way I can get out is when I hear your voice!* = The good left undone - Rise Against

Seifer - A week later

After that incident in his office I figured I needed to give him as much space as possible. I wasn't going to leave, hell no. I was staying right here and I would teach that class and I would make sure Hayner caught at least one glimpse of me a day... Let him get used to my presence without pressuring him into a conversation or any kind of contact. Patience was important in this, I knew that.

It was hard though, because every glimpse I made sure he caught of me? I caught a glimpse of him and... My heart was hurting like fuck. He was no longer mine and whatever love he'd given me five years ago? It was all gone... I didn't cry nor did I roll up in a little ball and drown myself in self pity, because that just wasn't me.

If this didn't work out the way I wanted it? Fine. I was willing to be whatever he needed me to be. A friend? Sure. A simple acquaintance? Gulp. It would be painful, but I'd do it. Just colleagues? Fine... I'd be anything he wanted. But I wasn't leaving. I wasn't making that mistake twice, I was going to stick around and show him I wasn't going anywhere.

He hadn't changed much... He was still as beautiful as he had been five years ago. I couldn't believe I'd been so unwilling to tell him that back then. So stuck on being straight that I'd missed so many precious moments with him... I'd done a lot of things wrong... If I went over each of them? I'm sure I'd be disgusted with myself and end up leaving in shame. In the end I was selfish.

I didn't look back to all the things I could have done differently hadn't I closeted myself. I ignored them and came back to find Hayner. What if he was in pain? Maybe this had been stupid. I didn't want to leave... It might be more fair though.

"Monsieur Almasy..." Startled out of my thoughts, I looked up from the table I was sitting at in the teachers lounge, frowning up at the woman who taught Spanish and ignored dress code.

"Your accent is terrible." I told her. She grinned, sitting down beside me.

"Rikku Ahern. Pleased to meet you, Almasy." I wasn't really in the mood for small talk. Couldn't she tell by the way I was glaring? "I just want to get to know you a little better. We teach similar classes after all..."

Sighing, I nodded as I straightened, "Je comprend. Alright, go ahead, ask whatever you need to ask."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" She asked pleasantly, letting her eyes trail over me appreciatively.

I raised an eyebrow, "I don't see how that has anything to do with our classes. But no, I don't." I told her honestly and then pointed at her hand, "Aren't you married?" She was wearing a wedding ring.

She giggled, "Si. I was just appreciating the view, Almasy, doesn't mean I'm gonna jump ya. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, I don't. I am gay though." I replied, not having any problem voicing that out loud anymore. I am who I am.

"You're new in town though? Do you have any friends that make sure you don't spend too much time alone?" She was actually not all bad... She seemed genuinely nice. In a weird way, but weird was okay.

"No friends. Unless you decide to take on that role." I gave her a smile, making sure to let her know she wasn't bothering me all that much anymore.

"Maybe I will. I'll invite you to occupy my Gippal so I can go out with the girls. What about family?"

And I closed off. "Got none. I'm just going to go back to my office." Standing up, I gave her a nod, "Talk to you some other time, Rikku." She blinked in surprise, giving me a hesitant smile before I left.

Hayner

Watching Seifer exit the teachers lounge, I spit out my egg salad sandwich. It tasted like cardboard all of a sudden, and I glared as Rikku looked at me and laughed.

"Shut up." I snapped at her and smashed my trash on top of the sandwich before throwing the whole bundle away and heading for the door. Not really sure why, but it could be the pain I'd heard in Seifer's voice as he'd answered Rikku's very intrusive questions. It should have made me happy to hear him in pain, but the Seifer that I knew, had never been upset like that about anything. The world would surely explode now. I was still super pissed at him, but now I was curious about what he'd said and dammit, I wanted a fucking explanation. Who cares if I was contradicting my earlier comments to him?

Also, was he serious or had he just been saying that stuff because I was in the room? I'd come in the other door and he'd been facing away from me the whole time...maybe he'd really meant what he said and now was my chance to ask. Knocking on his office door, I opened it without waiting for an answer. I froze as I heard a roar and then watched as Seifer threw a mug against the wall above the sink, the shattered pieces clattering down onto the floor.

When I moved, he didn't look at me, just lifted a finger, "Give me a minute, a man's got a limit.*" He growled out, trying to breathe in and out as he let himself fall down into his leather chair behind him. "Okay. You can go ahead now, Hayner. Shout, let it all out.*"

I scowled at his arrogance, like I needed his permission to yell at him. "Hello there, the angel from my nightmare.* Wanna tell me what the fuck is wrong with you? And what all that shit was that you said in the teachers lounge?"

"That shit as you call it." He began, his voice clipped, "Is what I have been trying to tell you but couldn't because..." He sighed, neither blaming me or him for whatever he hadn't been able to tell me, "What you hear is truth." He said clearly now, sitting up in his chair and looking at me, "I was always gay. Just took me five years to say this out loud to everyone and myself because it took that long for my father to hear me and..." He shrugged, "In their eyes, in their thoughts, in their hearts. They've forsaken me.* Got nothing Hayner and I would show you how horrible I feel about it, but I can't really allow this, can I? Hurt you in the process, I'm thinking this is payback for what I put you through." He sounded utterly miserable.

And dammit I wouldn't give in, don't let my thoughts understand this. I'd put the past behind me five years ago when I'd finally gotten myself out of the hole I'd fallen into when he left. Could I let even the smallest part of him back into my life? But standing there, looking at him, and remembering everything we'd been through together, I knew he wasn't lying in any way, he wasn't playing it up for me, he was just telling me the truth. Dammit.

He sighed heavily, letting his fall back over the edge of his chair, staring at the ceiling, "Why can't we be friends?*"

"You broke me, Seifer." I held up my hand to forestall any response. "I think you already know that there's more to that story than I'm giving up, but maybe we should just grow up.*" I didn't forgive him for everything, oh no, but we needed to get past this initial hostility so we could at least work together without me beating the shit out of him.

"You and me? If I only could make a deal with God, I'd get him to swap our places...*" He murmured, tilting his head back as he gave me a pained look, "Life is bigger and you are not me. The lengths that I would go through? The distance in your eyes...*" Sighing, he leaned onto his desk, settling his chin onto his forearms, staring at the book in front of him, "For what it's worth... I'd tear the sun in three to light up your eyes.*" The pain was hurting my chest. So much anger and rage was directed at him, but it was only poisoning me. I had to let it go. Blowing my breath out forcefully, I leaned back against the door frame with my arms crossed.

"I don't want to hurt you, and you apparently don't want to hurt me. *" Giving him a small smile to show just a little forgiveness, not too much, but hopefully enough to clear the air a bit, I continued. "So, call me teacher, call me your friend.*"

Seifer eyed me carefully, drinking in the small smile I'd given him but not sure I'd meant it. Taking a moment to realize I was being genuine and not trapping him in any way... "Welcome to mystery.*" He whispered, surprised, "I won't try to argue now.*" He chuckled, his shoulders relaxing, posture less stiff now.

Give me a minute, a man's got a limit.* = The importance of being idle - Oasis

Shout, let it all out.* = Shout - Tears for Fears

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare.* = I miss you - Blink 182

In their eyes, in their thoughts, in their hearts. They've forsaken me.* = Chop Suey - System of a Down

I think you already know that there's more to that story than I'm giving up, but maybe we should just grow up.* = Epiphany - Bowling for Soup

You and me? If I only could make a deal with God, I'd get him to swap our places...* = Running up that hill - Placebo

Life is bigger and you are not me. The lengths that I would go through? The distance in your eyes...* = Losing my religion - REM

For what it's worth... I'd tear the sun in three, to light up your eyes.* = For what it's worth - Placebo

I don't want to hurt you, and you apparently don't want to hurt me. * = I won't be there - Simple Plan

So, call me teacher, call me your friend.* = Forever - Vertical Horizon

Welcome to mystery.* = Welcome to mystery - Plaine White T's

I won't try to argue now.* = Gate 22 - Pascale Picard

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed that. It's only the first chapter and let me tell you, this story is something we are really proud of. Leave us reviews and we'll award you with chapter updates every day. That's right. Every day. Cause we actually finished this one about a month ago. lol. Later~alice.

PS. Alice is playing Hayner in this and Reyaa is the ever inconquerable Seifer.

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