Last Kiss

Disclaimer* I don't own anything, I'm so bloody poor..

" You have no right to ask me, how I feel

You have no right to speak to me so kind

I can't go on living holding on to ties

Now that we're living separate lives."

" I'm so lonely without you

Maybe you'll be lonesome too

Fly the ocean in a silver plane

See the jungle, it's what we face

Just remember till your home again

You belong to me"

Squall sat there, in the uncomfortable e hair waiting the award to be handed to some "lucky" person. Squall growled watching people walk past him, they were cheery they didn't have to sit a damn chair, that was first of all very uncomtable, smelled like it had been washed with dog crap, and watch your Ex-Girlfriend flirt and talk to all your so called friends. Plus, Squall added in his head quickly, to watch some boy or girl get an award that was based on their actions. The action of saving the world, that was about 4 years ago, and he still had to go to these stupid things, he'd always have to go to these stupid things. Each year Squall stood up before a crowd of people, waved and thrusted a piece of metal that was shaped in a gun blade at a girl or a boy, for they're acts of courage. Squall didn't mind about 2 years ago, when he had a fun time, when he got along with everyone, when he had a girlfriend. But now a days... Squall hated this award assemble, not because of the chairs, and the ties. Because the bitter memory that ate at his mind as he sat there watching Seifer, Rinoa, Zell, Irivine, and Selphie shoot the shit. The only other one at the table that was mumbling was Quistis. Squall glanced at Quistis, with a disapproval expression on his face. It was cause of this bitch that Squall and Rinoa weren't together, this bitch was the reason Squall was unhappy. Squall looked up at the ceiling lights and tried to remember exactly what happened....

--------- ---2 years ago-----------------

Squall had never been so excited in his entire life, it was going to happen. Squall was going to tell Rinoa that he loved her, maybe express his love with her, if she wanted to. Key words, if she wanted to. His plan was to ask her to marry him, of course when they were both ready, but Squall was having problems not walking past the ring shop, and not stopping it. He had the ring, he had a plan, now all he had to do is wait.

At the Awards Squall and Rinoa were slow dancing, Rinoa wrapped her arms around Squall's neck. He almost jumped at the feeling of her arms around his neck, this dance was tradition, and they always had to do it. Quistis danced with Zell, Irivine danced with Selphie, and Squall and Rinoa danced.

"Are you all right tonight sweetie? You seem really nervous.." Rinoa pulled her head off Squall's chest and looked him in the eyes. Squall just shook his head.

" I'm fine.." He muttered wiping a thread of sweat off his forehead. Rinoa tilted her head to the side, he knew that face. She didn't believe him, but that was ok, he would prove his faith later...

Now Squall's plan was pretty simple really, he was going to ask her in the middle of the morning so they could watch the sunrise, you know romantic stuff. So after they kissed good night, and Rinoa walked into her dorm room, Squall turned and walked down the hallway toward his, but when he got to his room he found Quistis. Not his friend Quistis, an extremely drunk Quistis.

" Squalll-wooo" She muttered loudly, trying to stand up, she fell back to where she was sitting. Squall helped her up.

"What's wrong Quistis?" He asked holding his nose, she smelled so strong of beer and wine. She just smiled, then broke into tears. Squall decided he shouldn't bring up what was the matter, but out of a couple of Sobs, she got that idea that Seifer did something to her. So he brought Quistis into his room, later on when he thought back on this motive, he knew this was a mistake. Quistis thrusted a slot glass at him, and asked him to drink with her. First he objected, second he objected, about the 50 time she asked him, he gave in because she was crying and it was giving Squall a headack. He remember taking the shot glass from her at 11:30, and gulping down the bitter drink. His stomach seemed to whine, and object to the liquid, it gave a loud rumble, Squall thought later maybe it was a warning his stomach gave. When Squall "looked" at the clock, if you call flopping over it, and seeing very bright red numbers blink 2:30 he thought he was suppose to do something tonight, but his fuzzy mind was in no mood to think, it was in the mood to do some fun things, having sex was a main topic on his mind at the moment. And who better do to that with, with.. this blonde girl next to him. Ahh it doesn't matter, they all look the same.. So by 10:30 the next morning when Rinoa had knocked, and entered to go eat breakfast with Squall, and seeing Quistis and him in each other arms , naked. That was enough for her, she screamed, pointed, through, and left. Squall waking up to this disturbing scene yelled at Quistis, and told her to leave. He hurried after Rinoa, but she was gone, and he knew she was gone for good.

After a couple of months of sitting in his room, or in the bar getting wasted off his ass, his friends had tried to cheer him up, but Squall rejected them. After a period of time, they finally just gave up and left Squall to his bottles of beer, and his misery.

So now he was here, and he was drinking of course, that was Squall's own friend, the alcohol it made he forget his pain, that constant bastard, that constant feeling that would never leave. The only was he felt some freedom from it, was it was getting so drunk he forgot it. Squall grabbed another beer, it seemed that mission was up again, till he heard what he was dreading, that damn music. The music from that tune "Eyes on you" it was the signal that the dancing was going to start. Quistis stood up and pushed back her chair, she turned and looked at Squall.

"Come on Squall.." She said quietly, Squall always snapped on her now a days, for what she had done, what they had done. He glared at her and stood, Squall shook his head firmly, trying to clear his fuzzy head up. He stepped toward the middle of the room, where the others were gathering, this was harder then last year. Rinoa didn't show up last year, but her she was this year. Squall stepped toward her offering his hand slowly, his eyes narrowed dangerously, as if threatening her not to take it. She shot him the worst look he had ever received and took his hand.