A Spring day with Selphie
A/N: I've had enough... And now I really mean it!
I've really had enough of Quistis and Irvine Pairings and all those people
who constantly patronize that stuff. Pardon to all those I'm hitting but I
really can't stand the thought, ya know? It Burns me...turns me inside
out...making me suffer...bone deeeeeeeep... Ah! enough of that senti b*ll.
All I Want to get through is that I wrote this fic to stop this once and
for all...and of course to assert the superiority of Selphie Tilmitt!
ALL HAIL SELPHIE. Anyhow, here's my fic.
[By the way, this is my first FF8 fanfiction typed on the computer, so...
I beg thee, pardon my wayward literary and grammatical soul... **]
*** Balamb Garden is stiff. Wait, no, beyond that...much, much worse Balamb Garden is dumb--plain dumb.
The venue is boring, the people are boring, THE girls are boring... The place just lacks style (sucks, actually) If not for good ol' Squall & com., I would be out of here in no time, way out that door in less than two seconds even with the whole Ragnarok in tow, without me flying! The place just bores the hell out you. And that stupid BORING instrumental background music doesn't help either. *sigh* Thank God! For the distractions my cheering, adoring fans club provide. Still, even with the war all finished and everyone starting to settle down...I ain't got no intention of leaving here yet. You see, there's something here that begs me to stay-or rather, a someone... I got my sights on one girl. Want me tell you? *pause* Why the hell should I? You know, I've been noticing you readers are all getting so stuffed up, so...smug, you think you could obtain our innermost thoughts with just a click from your mouse pad, huh? WELL, YOU'RE WRONG!! Irvine Kinneas is no dumb air-head like some other stupid anime characters you're playing around with! I'm lady killer, as well as smart! *starts to cackle evilly*
[A/n: I think it's about time for some reader interaction or something... So, please, I would like to request everyone whose reading this right now, kindly start imagining in all your computer screens, a vision, a mental picture of the Irvine's face, and look at him as if he's a lone slug your going to pound and mash to jelly-like consistency. Oookay...go on...PERFECT!!]
Oh! Oh, Alright! Since I'm doing this confidential thing anyway with you people(who seem to have nothing better to do but to loll around the computer all day long wasting precious time and simultaneously collecting fat), I might as well confess... It's Quistis
I like her
I like her a lot
I liked her from the very start Well, actually, not from the very, first, first start. It used to be Selphie. In the beginning, she was an okay girl-pretty, cute-except, after a while, she started to get clingy, way too clingy for my taste. So, I backed off. And then, I saw her... Aloof, confident, beautiful Standing in the corner like a beautiful statue, like a beacon in the twilight, casting everyone into shade-like a golden fairy in sping... wait! YUCK! What am I saying? See, I told you. Selphie was too close. She's starting to rub off on me! *disgusted groan* Anyway, to cut the long story short, I saw her, got hooked, got an idea...and planned. It ws simple really, I'll use all my suave charm, debonair prowess and natural good looks to get her to like me. NO woman has ever resisted my charm. It was going to be fun, and I could use this as some sort of, uhh, er, diversion. Hey! don't look at me like that, I'm no saint and I'm quite sure all parties involved will benefit. I know Quistis will, for sure. So here goes...Plan A I'll hit on her...and I'll succeed.
*** Balamb Garden is stiff. Wait, no, beyond that...much, much worse Balamb Garden is dumb--plain dumb.
The venue is boring, the people are boring, THE girls are boring... The place just lacks style (sucks, actually) If not for good ol' Squall & com., I would be out of here in no time, way out that door in less than two seconds even with the whole Ragnarok in tow, without me flying! The place just bores the hell out you. And that stupid BORING instrumental background music doesn't help either. *sigh* Thank God! For the distractions my cheering, adoring fans club provide. Still, even with the war all finished and everyone starting to settle down...I ain't got no intention of leaving here yet. You see, there's something here that begs me to stay-or rather, a someone... I got my sights on one girl. Want me tell you? *pause* Why the hell should I? You know, I've been noticing you readers are all getting so stuffed up, so...smug, you think you could obtain our innermost thoughts with just a click from your mouse pad, huh? WELL, YOU'RE WRONG!! Irvine Kinneas is no dumb air-head like some other stupid anime characters you're playing around with! I'm lady killer, as well as smart! *starts to cackle evilly*
[A/n: I think it's about time for some reader interaction or something... So, please, I would like to request everyone whose reading this right now, kindly start imagining in all your computer screens, a vision, a mental picture of the Irvine's face, and look at him as if he's a lone slug your going to pound and mash to jelly-like consistency. Oookay...go on...PERFECT!!]
Oh! Oh, Alright! Since I'm doing this confidential thing anyway with you people(who seem to have nothing better to do but to loll around the computer all day long wasting precious time and simultaneously collecting fat), I might as well confess... It's Quistis
I like her
I like her a lot
I liked her from the very start Well, actually, not from the very, first, first start. It used to be Selphie. In the beginning, she was an okay girl-pretty, cute-except, after a while, she started to get clingy, way too clingy for my taste. So, I backed off. And then, I saw her... Aloof, confident, beautiful Standing in the corner like a beautiful statue, like a beacon in the twilight, casting everyone into shade-like a golden fairy in sping... wait! YUCK! What am I saying? See, I told you. Selphie was too close. She's starting to rub off on me! *disgusted groan* Anyway, to cut the long story short, I saw her, got hooked, got an idea...and planned. It ws simple really, I'll use all my suave charm, debonair prowess and natural good looks to get her to like me. NO woman has ever resisted my charm. It was going to be fun, and I could use this as some sort of, uhh, er, diversion. Hey! don't look at me like that, I'm no saint and I'm quite sure all parties involved will benefit. I know Quistis will, for sure. So here goes...Plan A I'll hit on her...and I'll succeed.