"Attention, everyone," a matronly voice spoke; somehow making the voice audible above 50-something people's conversations. A near-silence falls across the audience. A young boy continues to whisper to the cowboy sitting to right of him as if he hadn't heard a plea for silence.
"Zell, please…" the matronly woman softly warned with a small smile on her flawless pale face.
The talkative boy suddenly clamped his mouth shut after apologizing to the speaker. "Sorry, Ms. Kramer."
"As all of you know, we are here to go over the details of our upcoming Esthar trip which I'm sure we're terribly excited about…" Edea droned on.
Squall jolted from his daydream stupor after receiving a shape poke in his ribs. "Huh?" he murmured with a spark of annoyance at his attacker.
"Pay attention! Ms. Kramer's about to tell us about the security issues at the Fishermans Horizon Train Station." Squall's attacker furiously whispered.
"Quistis? Oh…whatever." Squall whispered back in a perfectly monotonous tone.
Edea launched into a lecture of how strict security is at the train station.
After hearing a few minutes of the detailed speech, Squall shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
Damn, this stupid chair… So bored. Eh? "Be careful of what you pack into your suitcases…"
"I guess you can't bring your whip. Whatever will you do with Rinoa for fun now?" Squall dryly whispered to no one in particular.
Quistis, however, has been a friend of Squall since junior high, so she is well accustomed to her friend's personality. Perhaps too well. It is perfectly understandable why Quistis's face burned a deep scarlet color at this moment.
She took a deep breath and then her small rosy lips curved into a nasty smirk.
"Well, Squally, I do have a something that is battery-powered and a lot of fun."
A slightly amused smile appeared on Squall's normally emotionless face.
A gloved hand flew to Quistis' mouth as she tried to suppress her soft laughter. Squall smirked and bowed his head; his soft brown hair fell into his eyes. He brought his hand and brushed the offending hair away from his stormy-gray eyes.
Someone cleared her throat. Squall and Quistis's heads snapped up to attention. Edea Kramer was standing by Squall's side and holding a stack of papers. She gave two papers to Squall and motioned to him to pass it along.
"If you'll see, the papers I handed out are for roommate selections. Please take notice of the second page; it is a list of names. Now, if you'll notice, the yellow papers have three numbered lines. Please write the names of your preferred roommate. The number one being the most preferred, two the next preferred, and so forth."
A hand shot up in the air. Squall glanced sideways and he saw the hand belonged to Seifer Almasy.
"No, the roommates may not be co-ed."
Seifer's hand went down. He cursed silently.
Squall frowned slightly as he held the yellow paper away from him like it was a Blood Soul.
A roommate? I wonder if I can…"And no, you may not ask for a single room. There is an even number of people on this trip. So everyone should be able to find someone to room with," answering Squall's question.
Dammit… Ah well, I'll put down 'Anyone.'
Quistis glanced over at her neighbor's papers and then made an tsk-ing noise.
"Don't start, Quistis." Squall warned.
Meanwhile, Zell ran his nervous fingers through his heavily gelled hair; making his already sky-high bangs even taller.
Number one…Squall Leonhart. I wonder if he already picked someone for number one? Nah…
A violet-eyed boy in a cowboy outfit sneaked a peek at the short blonde's papers. The violet-eyed boy clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Good choice, Zell," the cowboy said with a lecherous smirk.
"Irvine!!! Hyne, doesn't you ever think of anything but sex? Perv!"
"Squall's so hot. I wish he and I were together." Zell lamented, a sorrowful expression is seen on his tattooed face.
"Maybe you can do something when you two are in your hotel room…Heh…Ow!"
The violet-eyed cowboy rubbed the back of his head.
"What about you? Who did you pick?"
Before the caramel haired cowboy could answer, Zell ripped the yellow paper out of his hands and glanced at it. His head snapped up so fast a crack is heard.
"Seifer Almasy?!"
"Why not? I betcha I could take him to bed in no time."
Zell stared at the cowboy in disbelief. He shook his head and shrugged.
"Okay…how should I do your eulogy? Funny or really sad?"
Edea Kramer scanned the audience for any person who needed some more time. Everyone is finished and waiting for her. She nodded her head and cleared her throat.
"Everyone, please leave the yellow paper on your chair before you leave for me to collect. Also, I would like to remind all of you to meet here on the 23rd sometime before 4:45 in the morning. See you later."
Squall and Quistis got up from their chairs and stretched.
"Hey, Squall, you wanna grab a bite or two with me?
"Yeah," came the noncommittal reply.
The stormy gray eyes of Squall squinted as he glanced at the departing form of Zell.
What if I'm paired up with Zell? Nah, many of his friends are here, I'm sure he'll want to room with one of them.
The brunette dismissed the thought and walked out of the auditorium with his best friend.
Well. What do you think? Review if you like. Don't hold back. I could use a few pointers on my writing.