This one seemed to take me a while, but I guess its alright.

This is the final, and true, sequel to both stories Turn Me Around Again and I Won't Do It Again.

I hope this one is as good as the other two were; it's certainly longer. I'm not sure if I'm going to make this one extremely long or if I'm going to make it two chapters. Whatever.

Enjoy!

Warning: This is a Seiner love story; it can only lead to fangirl screams.

Twilight Town has always been a quiet place where couples could escape to, parents could find a whole six hours of relaxation when kids went to school, teenagers hung out and it wasn't thought to be lame. This town, unlike some others, is a sacred place that can't even be tainted by low lives. Everyone knows that. Everyone will probably remember it forever.

Although it really doesn't look like it, school had just let out. Hayner had planned on hanging out with everyone, too; climbing to the top of the Station Tower, eating sea salt ice cream, laughing about Mrs. Hemmingston's new wig, all that good stuff. But, of course, everyone has to do something different to seperate themselves.

Pence, magically, is already failing three classes even though it's only the second week of classes. Olette, more prepared than she should be, has already been hired as Pence's tutor and she has to study with him tonight. Roxas and his dimwitted boyfriend just have to go and see Sora over at the islands. Sure it was the weekend and they could go, but, wouldn't it be nice if at least one of them had offered to invite him?

No one really likes studying, but Hayner could touch up on his history so he didn't fall behind. And he and Axel really aren't close enough to be traveling together, for that matter, he and Sora aren't really "best friends" either, but maybe he would want to go and get some more sunlight or something. But no one even asked him. They told him they were going, and they were gone.

Thanks a lot, best friends.

Maybe he could just go and practice at the sandlot all weekend, or find some poor soul who was stuck in the same situation he was and make fun of him. Is it wrong to make fun of someone who is stuck in the same jam you are?

Yeah, probably.

He let out a long sigh and headed in the direction of his house. He's probably going to have to take Doug out when he gets there, and clean his room, too. Dammit, he's going to be inside all MONTH if he has to clean his room. Better start walking slower.

Before long, he passed by the sandlot; walking slow isn't exactly easy when you really have to piss. He glared at the square shaped platform raised up from the ground and wished that the Struggle would start up again this weekend. With Roxas gone, no one would stand in his way. He hadn't realized he'd stopped walking until he heard someone walk up behind him and ask, "You lost, chickie?"

The feeling he'd forgotten, and hoped would never haunt him again, loomed over his entire being at the sound of the voice. His heart felt like it'd shriveled up and bled all over his lungs as the man behind him let a smirk creep onto his features. He didn't want to deal with this now, he couldn't. But his feet wouldn't lift off of the ground and carry him to the home he'd loved so much. His arms wouldn't move to help his feet prepare for their lift off. What a pathetic sight.

There was silence from the other person for a while, so he hurried and closed his eyes to try and convince himself that he was alone. One breath. Two. Three. And then another voice, that could only belong to his bulky and retarded henchman, spoke up. "Maybe he's lost in thought, y'know?" And another one, too. "CHICKEN."

A loud chuckle errupted from the pit of hatred that was Seifer when he said, "My thoughts exactly."

Doesn't he care at all about what happened between them? No, of course not. If he promised Hayner that what happened would never happen again, it can only mean that he'd forgotten all about it that very night.

His feet found the courage to move and he ran as fast as he could down the road that lead to his house. Hopefully Seifer wasn't following him. That's all he needs, to lure Seifer back to his house and beat the shit out of him at his doorstep. His mother was already mad that he and Seifer got into another fight a couple days ago. A fist fight. A very violent fist fight.

He didn't stop running until he was safely on the other side of his front door, panting and gasping for air, and his mom was only a shout away. He was safe until he had to leave his house again. He regained his composure and stood up straight so that when he walked up to his room he looked like a normal, angsty, teenager who had a crappy day at school.

When she heard him walk across the floor, she left the kitchen and said, "Hayner, I'm glad you're back! What took you so long?"

There's no point in lying or making her worry. "I took the long way home." Simple, short, right to the point, and no more questions could be pulled out of the statement.

"Oh," she said setting down the bowl of cake mix she'd been stirring, "well how was school, honey?"

"Crappy," the sandy blond replied. No point in lying about that either.

She wiped her hands on her apron and then put them on her hips. "Nathan had to take Doug out because you took so long, you know. You can't leave your brother to your chores, dear."

"Sorry."

He ran up the stairs before she could stop him again and slipped into his bedroom. His room was a cluttered mess; there were clothes, both dirty and clean, in a huge pile in front of the closet door. Pillows and posters had found their places on the floor. There was even a poorly drawn map of the Final Fantasy VIII world on the floor with directions to Esthar scrawled out in red marker.

No one really cares that his room is a mess, because no one wants to clean it up. And, even if they do, it'll just be a big mess again in an hour or so. Olette used to offer to clean up the mess but, after finding old food and dishes cleverly (or so Hayner thought) stashed away in his entertainment center, she stopped. His mom refuses to even look in the doorway nowadays.

"Hayner! Are your brother's sneakers in your bedroom?"

"I don't know. Why would Nathan even be in my room?"

"He went in there looking for Doug's favorite toy earlier, but he never found it. Can you go look?"

"Why can't either of you go look?"

He never even had to look at his mom to know that the silence that followed meant she was giving him "the look" that made him say, "Fine. I'll go look, alright?"

He took a good look around the mess that he'd grown so used too and decided to clean it up so that he could go and...practice or whatever. He slid his backpack off of his shoulders and leaned it up against his bed and then bent over to pick up a shirt off of the floor. He gave it a quick sniff and then made a face at the fabric. "That's really...gross." He threw it back on the floor and jumped on his bed.

He can always clean the rest tomorrow.

As he stared at the ceiling, his mind drifted back to Seifer. Was Seifer's apartment as dirty as his room? He didn't even take, or have, the time to look around and check out his place. He was in, fucked, and out of the building faster than Fuu could shout, "RECORD!"

But no matter how fast it seemed to have gone, he could remember every detail his brain took the time to look over. One, of which, being Seifer's eyes. They were probably the best looking green that anyone could ever see in another persons eyes. Why hadn't anyone told him that Seifer had such beautiful green eyes?

His eyes snapped shut and his hand flew to his chest as his teeth began to grind against each other. That feeling was coming back. He took deep breaths and reopened his eyes. "Seifer...," he whispered into the darkness, "you're one sneaky son of a bitch."

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The next morning felt different from other mornings.

His chest wasn't swelling and tying itself into knots when he thought of Seifer. His cell phone, which never really moved from the side of his bed, read "6 new messages!" And...his room was clean?

Either he dreamt that his room was a huge mess, or a thief broke into his room, saw the mess, cleaned up, and then stole everything he wanted. Any option would seem crazy. He grabbed the small silver phone and opened it up. The first message was from, a rather excited, Pence. It had said "Happy Birthday!" in huge green and yellow letters.

Idiot.

The second, third, and fourth messages were all from Olette. The first one also said "Happy Birthday!" in bright rainbow letters. The second one was asking if it was alright that she used the rainbow letters because she didn't want it to seem like a reference to his sexuality. The last one said she was sorry if he never even thought of the letters being a reference to it and making him think of it actually being a reference.

The fifth message was a long one from Roxas. "Sorry I couldn't be there," were the first words in the message and were followed by a casual Arial font with the black colored letters; "Happy Birthday, Hayner."

Roxas' was the best.

The rest of the message was him explaining why none of them really invited him anywhere. Apparently, there was a huge surprise in store for him. But Roxas wouldn't say what it was.

The last message was from his mom. It said "Come downstairs when you get this, ok, Hayner?"

He chuckled and looked up at the calendar hanging on his wall. Yup. It was his birthday, alright. Saturday, October 10th was circled in bright yellow highlighter; courtesy of Olette.

His phone let out a small jingle, catching his attention, and he flipped it open once again. He was getting a call from a restricted number. His mom told him never to answer those because they were just bill collectors and people asking random questions that make no sense (it was her old phone, so she knew), but something told him to answer it. He pushed the small green button and lifted the cold material to his ear. "Yeah?" he asked, awaiting a response.

After about five seconds, the other person said, "Don't answer the fucking phone like you're dreading the call, chickenwuss."

The grip he had on the phone tightened and then relaxed as he asked, "Seifer...?"

"No shit," the platinum blond answered. "Your little faggot friends gave me a call and told me it was your birthday."

Hayner had forgotten about the hold that the elder had on his heart for a second and spat, "Watch whose friends you're calling faggots, you bastard. And why the hell would you be calling me, Almasy? Not going to wish me a happy birthday, are you? I can't imagine you being polite at all."

One of those devious chuckles, the ones that only Seifer could manage, made its way through the phone and implanted itself in Hayners' memories for good. "Like I'd ever do something to benefit you, lamer. And I can be more polite than the word itself. Watch this."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a little while and Hayner pulled the phone away from his ear to look and see if Seifer hung up on him or something. Nope, the timer was still going and there wasn't any dial tone. "Seifer?" he asked. The ringing of the doorbell made him get up and leave his bedroom.

He peered over the side of the railing from the stairs to see his mother opening up the front door. "Well, I'll be damned." he whispered. Seifer stood in the doorway wearing a t-shirt and jeans, converse, and his beanie was hanging out of his back pocket instead of being on his head. "Hello, miss. I was looking for Hayner, but I think I have the wrong house. You see, I've known him for a while, but he never told me he had a beautiful younger sister."

Hayner watched, jaw almost hitting the floor in disbelief, as his mother giggled and opened the door wide enough for him to step inside. "Please come in! Hayner will be down in a minute."

His mother ran back to the kitchen while Seifer stayed in the living room. With a smirk, the platinum blond pulled out his phone again. "You gonna come down and see me or stand there and gawk from the top of the stairs, chickie?"

Hayner hung up his phone and leaned over the railing. "You bastard!" he shouted, attracting the attention of his mother. She came out of the kitchen and put her hands on her hips again. "Hayner! You get down here right now and apologize to your friend! He didn't do a thing to you!"

"Dammit, mom! You don't know him like I do!"

"It's alright," Seifer said, feigning innocence, "if Hayner doesn't want to go out for his birthday, I can understand. If you'd like, you can have these free passes for the fair that I bought for Hayner and myself. I won't be needing them."

Hayner's mouth flew open again. "What?!"

"Oh," his mother said, admiring the elder's innocent act, "Hayner, you get down here and go to the fair with this boy. He bought you a ticket and everything, young man."

There was a long moment of silence between the three of them until Seifer was hit on the side of the face with Hayner's cell phone. "Drop this stupid fucking act, Seifer!"

"Hayner watch your mouth!"

"I'd better get going. Sorry for wasting your time, miss."

"Ooh! You're in fucking trouble now, Hay Hay (1)!"

"Nathan!!"

Hayner glared at Seifer as he went to walk out the door, while his mother glared at him for teaching his little brother the mother of all swear words, while Seifer rubbed at the side of his face where the phone had hit. "You. Are. Going. With. Seifer." his mom commanded.

Before he knew it, he was out the door. With Seifer. Going to the Twilight Fair.

Happy fucking birthday.

Ok, so this is going to be a lot longer than I had originally planned.

This "chapter" isn't/wasn't as good as I had wanted it to be; nothing really happened. But the rest of the story, however long it may be, is going to be better.

I hope.

(1) Hay Hay is Nathan's nickname for Hayner. And, yes, Nathan is a made up character whom I made Hayner's brother.

Anyway, the next chapter should be up either tomorrow or Monday. I'll try my hardest. =D

-Kisan