Hmm…Love story is really not my type but seeing Quistis and Seifer don't have much story to tell…I'll try one. Enjoy.

It was one of those nights where students sneaked into the training centre for a late night date. Quistis patrolled the empty hallway of the garden alone and stopped at the entrance of the closed library. She leant on the side bar and looked down at the smooth running water. She saw her own reflection in the blue water and sighed deeply.

Quistis was a pretty girl at the age of twenty, slightly older than her friends. Unlike the other girls in the circle, she wasn't as lively and graceful as them. She was rather stern and a workaholic. A worrywart, Selphie used to say. Her daily activities were all concerning the garden's welfare. All these made her a no-fun-grown-up.

Young Trepe leant closer to have a better look at herself. As she tried to straighten her golden hair clumsily with her fingers, she felt a slap on the back of her head.

"Ouch!" She whirled around to find Seifer Almasy smirking foolishly. "Seifer! What was that for?"

"Consider it pure joy sister that you've found a companion late at night like this," he swing around teasingly and she saw a bottle of whisky in his hand. "What's the matter? Couldn't afford a mirror? After working your ass off this place?"

"I wasn't looking for a companion, thank you. I see you are drunk," she said as-a-matter-of-factly. "You break two rules, Seifer. One for drinking and another for wondering around at this hour."

"I wasn't wondering," he took a few steps towards Quistis and lost his balance. He collapsed into the horrified Quistis. He had Quistis trapped between the bar and him. When he spoke next, he was so close that she could smell the sickening odor of whisky. "I wasn't wondering."

"Get a grip, Seifer!" She warned. "You still have the exam field tomorrow!"

"How many times has it been?" He backed off and slumped onto the wooden bench nearby. He emptied the bottle in a gulp and let it rolled to Quistis' feet. "I just won't pass."

The Garden Instructor was surprised that she actually found his ego maniac student breaking down. For once, she could hear remorse in his shaky voice. "You will if you stick to the rules. Tame the wild beast in you, will ya? Listen to instructions and you'll do fine."

"Right..." Seifer felt his eyelid weighted a ton and let them fall. Darkness surrounded his until she heard the bossy woman's voice snapped through her again.

"Get up," she snapped. "You can't sleep here."

Quistis sighed deeply as she saw him struggling to get up from the bench. Deep inside her, she felt an ounce of guilt. They are, after all, childhood friends. Sometimes she failed to understand why he was an outcast among them all. Besides being the Sorceress' Knight, of course. With another frowned, she found herself helping the limping man back to the infirmary. "Come on, get some sleep."

His room was as messy as his brain. Weapon magazines, dirty clothes and empty bottles were all over the place. After dumping him on his bed, Quistis picked up some trash and old magazines to be thrown away. The dirty clothes were piled up at one corner before she turned off the lights. Before she leaves, she left a note on his desk for him. For once, Quistis smiled when she heard the drunk child snored lightly as he tossed and turned in his own bed.

The next morning, Seifer woke up to find his room somehow unusual. It was neater and more spacious than it had been ages ago. He stood up and felt like there were two monkeys fighting for a banana in his head. When he walked over to grab his towel, he saw a note on the table.

All the best for tomorrow.

Ins. Trepe

Seifer read the note a couple of times. Finally, he grinned as he slotted the note into his pocket.

To be continued…Or should I continue?