A/N: This story is dedicated to Sweetest Days. I'm sorry it took so long to get this out for you. My attention span has not been at its peak lately. Anyway, this is a Balthier/Squall, a very strange pairing but I intend to make it as damn good as I can! I just recently started playing VIII (how I went this long in life without playing it is amazing) so I think I'll be okay doing Squall. It's Balthier for some reason I'm worried about. This story makes Balthier kinda ooc...Anywho, I hope everyone enjoys this and please leave a review! Your reviews will literally change the way the story flows! And I hope that you will like this Sweetest-chan and that the wait was somewhat worth it. Yes, this chapter is short, but mostly to see if what I have in mind actually works. Other chapters will be much longer.

bold and italics will be thoughts.
-these will be choices that characters will have to make. At the end of this chapter is a choice for you. Please leave a review or PM on which one you want. Choices will determine how this story plays out. Who knows what could happen. For those who participate, I thank you greatly in advance!-

Squall rubbed his shoulder gently, trying to ease away the pain inflicted earlier from that afternoon in the training center. He knew he was strong enough to handle himself, but he still had trouble breaking his focus on enemies right in front of his eyes long enough to watch his back. If he wanted to become a seeD member, it would be something he would just have to work on. When the brunette opened the door to his dorm room, the only thing he wanted to do was take some pain killers and sleep until possibly through the first fifteen minutes of class, his usual routine. He never listened to Quistis anyway, so why should he have to be sleep deprived too? However, when his foot slamming into something laying in the doorway and he found himself falling face first onto the floor, those plans disappeared. With a groan of pain, the crash to the ground not helping his injuries, he picked himself up, looking back to see what had tripped him. In the middle of the doorway was a large black suitcase. Squall raised an eyebrow at this. He had not remembered it being there when he left earlier that morning. Standing up, he noticed that throughout his living room were several other suitcase, some zipped up tight and others wide open, clothes and items spilling out over the ground.

A sickening feeling of horror washed over him.

SeeD canidates, before passing the final exams, were supposed to live in pairs, two to a door room, each with their own bedroom and sharing the rest of the space. Given when the amount of students enrolled in Balamb Garden, Squall had managed to get a room of his own. He never really enjoyed the company of others, too loud and annoying, never giving him proper distance. But given the luggage, he knew somehow he had gotten a room mate.

Praying he was ever so wrong, or at least hallucinating all the foreign items due to exhaustion, he walked over to the door across the room, the previously unoccupied second bedroom. He paused a moment, then softly knocked on the hardwood waiting for silence. There wasn't. Only a moment or so after, Squall heard the rather loud sounds on falling suitcases and a small yell, most likely the sound of his the intruder falling over his stuff and he had done.

This guy sounds like he's an idiot.

"J-just a minute!" After a quick fumbling with the door, it opened, a very thin young man in the leaning in the doorway. "Who are you?" he asked, and Squall picked up a slight accent, though from where he wasn't sure.

Shouldn't I be the one asking that?

"I was just about to ask that. Who are you?

"Who else? I'm the leading man," the brunnete said with a dramatic hand guesture and smirk.

-...-

-are you stupid?-

"..." There were no possible way for Squall to think of the proper response to that, to someone who had managed to say that with a straight face. Maybe he really was an idiot.

"Hm, Trepe was right on this. Squall Leonhart, may I assume?" he asked with a bemused smile. Squall was already starting to hate this guy.

"What did Trepe say?" Squall asked, not liking the instructors involvement. He knew she had a large hand in...this.

"That you would just scowl and wonder whether or not I was an idiot," he said rather accuretly. It seemed Quistis was indeed getting better at predicting him. "Anyway, my name is Balthier, your new roomate. Pleasure is mine."

Balthier extended his hand for a polite handshake, but after a minute of Squall simply staring back at him, he withdrew it.

"Nobody said anything to me about you coming."

"Ah, I apologize for that. Professor Trepe said she had tried to find you earlier to inform you, but didn't know where you were," he explained, though Squall was only getting more irritated.

How could she not know where I was?! She was the one who told me I should work in the training center!
"Fine," he said grumpily before turning and leaving the room. He would need to talk to the blonde about removing his unwanted guest.

"Friendly, isn't he," Balthier sighed as he heard his new roommate's door slam shut.

Flopping onto his bed, Squall was beginning to develop a migraine. Today was obviously not going to be his day. Rolling over on his side so that he could see slightly through the window. The leather clad brunette didn't know how thin the walls were until he heard another crash.

An idiot and a klutz.

-i'm not going to get any sleep this way. Leave the dorms-

-try and get some rest anyway-

A/N: Okay, originally, I thought I would make this an extremely long one shot. I had the entire thing planned (I still do) but I thought this would make for a more interesting story. So please pick one of the two options, leave or sleep. Your choices will influence the flow of the story. So please review and thank you.

See you all soon!