This is a song-fic using Matchbox 20's "Stop." I wrote it at 12:20 PM :P. I thought I was going to take it on myself to write a HAPPY little story about my favorite character, who is always dissed and killed off, and here is the outcome. Oh, yes, and the library girls name just HAPPENS to be Season :p Bwahahahahaha.

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Zell Dincht stood in the library, watching a girl. He shyly smiled at her. She was so beautiful, so lithe. She was fluttering about the library with an effortless grace. Putting books on the shelves. People thought her unimportant just because she didn't stand out. Because she didn't have Trepies and wasn't a sorceress and didn't ride Ragnaroks. Zell thought she was beautiful.

Yes it's true that I believe
I'm weaker than I used to be
I wear my heart out on my sleeve
And I forget the rest of me.

Zell didn't understand. He wasn't usually so disoriented. He didn't concentrate this much on one particular thing for so long. He felt odd, his third day in the library, pretending to read Weapons Monthly, June Edition. Hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

Yes there's times I've been afraid
and there's no harm in that I pray
cuz I'm more frightened everyday
someone will take the hope I have away.

He thought about the time in Dollet. Seifer wanted to leave the post. Squall had agreed with Seifer. Zell didn't want to. They were not supposed to leave their post, true. But Zell admitted to himself that it was fear that kept him. Chicken-wuss, he thought. Would she like me if she knew? Does she know? Is that why she never says hello?

But you gotta give it up
to get off sometimes
you gotta give it up
to get off sometimes
you gotta give it up
to get off sometimes I know.

Okay, thought Zell. I have to give up my cool exterior. I have to talk to her. Then maybe she will see me as a person. Maybe she'll like me if she knows how much I've fallen in love with her. He was startled at the idea. Love? That was a thing for the heroes and bigshots like Squall and Rinoa. Zell Dincht? He just didn't have it in him. He was the chicken-wuss.

All the times I've given in
You fit me like a second skin

"Zell..?" "....." Zell sighed inwardly as he realized he didn't know her name. He began anyway.
"I love you." He said.
Her face looked like a light had gone on inside her.
Like she was ready to conquer the world.
Like she was happy to know.
Like she felt the same way.

and one by one I will begin
to wear you on the days I'm feeling thin

Seifer scoffed at Zell. "Chicken-wuss," he mocked. Zell sighed. She walked up behind him and quietly punched Seifer in the nose. "Oops, my hand slipped...."

Zell was in line for hot dogs. "Sorry, no hot dogs today." Zell looked like his world was falling apart. She beckoned him to a table, one not full of Trepies. "Hey, I have 9 spare. Want them?"

You'd better stop, stop stop
using me up
you'd better stop
cuz I've had enough
and I'm ready to forget the reasons
that keep me here.

He looked at the picture of his grandfather. "I should be learning to be like him.. but here I am, falling in love and doing things not in my line of work. I have to stop this. It has to stop. Because she's making me want to forget my dream. She's making me want to be with her, every second.."

Zell walked up to her and started "...Yo.. I wanted to say.." Before he could go on, she shushed him with a kiss. What am I thinking? he thought. To give this up? She showed him her gloves. "Like them? I need some catching up to do. I'd appreciate your help.. I haven't used them in a while and you're the big expert and all.." He hugged her and smiled. "Yo, sounds cool to me!" "Now what did you wanted to tell me?" She was so happy she was bouncing.

"This." He said, and kissed her again.