I Think It's Stuck
Disclaimer: I'm not rich. I'm not lucky. I don't own FF8.
AN: I can already imagine the reviews… perverted little me… :D
Zell was walking in the hallway of the dormitory, whistling a cheerful tune, his hands stuck in his pockets. It had been a good day so far, beginning with the hot dogs and then Selphie offering him hers.
Selphie… She was so beautiful and happy all the time. Why did Irvine have to exist and take Selphie away from him? Sighing, Zell shook the thoughts out of his mind and then heard a high-pitched squeal. It sounded like Selphie and Zell rushed over to the door he heard the noise come from. What he heard was something he wished he never did.
"…Irvine, I think it's stuck." Selphie's voice said nervously.
"Oh no… you can't get it out?" Irvine groaned.
Selphie's voice shrieked, "I didn't think it would be this hard!" Zell flinched.
"It's not my fault!" Irvine complained. "You were the one who decided to-"
"Be quiet and let me try to yank it out." Selphie said irritably.
"Be careful!" Irvine warned.
After several minutes of audible struggle, Zell listened in more keenly, his head flat against the door.
"I'm going to have to cut it." Selphie's voice muttered.
"Oh no! Not my precious baby!" Irvine wailed.
"Stop fidgeting! You just got it in deeper!" Selphie snapped and Zell began to tremble.
Unable to take it anymore, Zell slammed his shoulder against the door and his eyes met with a very strange sight.
"What the hell?" Irvine said, whirling around, wondering who had intruded.
"Zell! It's rude to just barge in!" Selphie declared, wagging a finger at him.
Zell tried to speak, but his throat wouldn't allow him to. He began gaping like a fish. In front of him, Selphie was standing on a stool, holding a pair of scissors. Sitting on a low chair with his back to her, Irvine had apparently been moving restlessly. On the carpet were locks of brown hair and some sort of pink object. Irvine was covering a spot on his head with his hands, his Stetson hat lying forgotten on the ground nearby. "…"
Selphie suddenly began cracking up as she doubled over. Surprised, Irvine glanced at her. "Hehehe, don't you get it, Irvy? Zell thought, Zell thought we were doing it!"
Irvine began laughing too. "Zell, serves you right for eavesdropping!"
"B-but what was the t-th-thing that got… stuck and what was the baby?" Zell finally managed to ask, turning a bright shade of crimson.
"Oh I was chewing a large wad of bubble gum and Irvy and I were talking about the new Weapons Monthly. Then, while I was trying to make a bubble, I spat the gum right into Irvy's hair! I tried getting it out but he kept on squirming so it got tangled worse. I had to use a pair of scissors to cut it out and now Irvy's got a bald spot." Selphie explained gleefully while Irvine threw her dirty looks.
"Let there be a lesson Zell. Don't ever eavesdrop. Now can you please leave? I don't like the fact that I'm bald and you're just goggling at it." Irvine grumbled bitterly.
Zell nodded and hastily ran out the door, nearly forgetting to shut it behind him.
"Poor Zell," Selphie said wistfully, "I feel sorry for Lydia (Library Girl with a Pigtail). She's crushing on someone with a perverted mind."
"Like I said, it serves him right. Now can you please try to find a way to cover it up?"
"Sure thing Irvy!"