Author's Note: My muse is going into hyperdrive today, and she demands that I post this little piece of junk I wrote. Have fun reading it. ^^;
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No one really understands me. No one. Hell, to the world I'm Zell Dincht, asshole extrodinare. The idiot who could have potentially cost the lives of everyone in Balamb Garden when I let it slip that Squall, Selphie, and I were from there. The Chicken Wuss. No one bothers to look beneathe the surface, they're all content so laugh, and point, and sneer. Not even my parents - my real parents - understood me, if they had they wouldn't have given me up for adoption.
And now here's the part where someone tells me that Squall cares about me. That the others that hang around the hero care, but I know even that's not true. I heard what Squall said the first day he met me... he told Quistis that I was annoying. That hurt me, man. I may not have known him then, but it haunted me every time I thought he might be starting to like me... it reminded me that you can't ever like someone you've hated the moment that you first saw them. He may have stopped loathing me, but he just tolerates me... to him I'm no more than the man he first met. Quistis agrees with him too! She didn't try to tell him I wasn't that bad. She just told him that the assignments couldn't be changed. Real encouragement there, Instructor.
Now we've got Rinoa. She's never been particularly mean to me, but she's too interested in Squall to give me more than a glance. At least it's better than knowing she hates me, but she still doesn't understand the real person behind the chicken-wuss. Then there's Irvine, and I know he hates me, no doubt about it. Fricken hell, the guy doesn't even talk to me! And don't try to tell me he's just one of those people who don't talk... he never shuts up when he's around Rinoa or Quistis.
Who does that leave? Selphie? Yeah, good ol' Selphie. I think she's the only person who might give a damn about me, but even that's kinda hollow. Selphie's the kind of person who would be nice to a brick. She's cheery and sweet and all that good stuff, but it's not understanding. It's just... Hell, even I don't know what Selphie puts out is. Sugary sweetness maybe? Sure as hell got me.
So no one understands me, and my communication skills aren't that great so what the hell do you expect me to do? Last time I tried conversing with someone I got a dirty look, and a handshake refused. Well, I guess I'll just have to stick to the face that everyone knows and expects - s'easier that way. 'Sides, everyone wears a mask or whatever you call it, right? Yeah, yeah... that's it. I'm just your average chicken-wuss.
Plain and simple.
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No one really understands me. No one. Hell, to the world I'm Zell Dincht, asshole extrodinare. The idiot who could have potentially cost the lives of everyone in Balamb Garden when I let it slip that Squall, Selphie, and I were from there. The Chicken Wuss. No one bothers to look beneathe the surface, they're all content so laugh, and point, and sneer. Not even my parents - my real parents - understood me, if they had they wouldn't have given me up for adoption.
And now here's the part where someone tells me that Squall cares about me. That the others that hang around the hero care, but I know even that's not true. I heard what Squall said the first day he met me... he told Quistis that I was annoying. That hurt me, man. I may not have known him then, but it haunted me every time I thought he might be starting to like me... it reminded me that you can't ever like someone you've hated the moment that you first saw them. He may have stopped loathing me, but he just tolerates me... to him I'm no more than the man he first met. Quistis agrees with him too! She didn't try to tell him I wasn't that bad. She just told him that the assignments couldn't be changed. Real encouragement there, Instructor.
Now we've got Rinoa. She's never been particularly mean to me, but she's too interested in Squall to give me more than a glance. At least it's better than knowing she hates me, but she still doesn't understand the real person behind the chicken-wuss. Then there's Irvine, and I know he hates me, no doubt about it. Fricken hell, the guy doesn't even talk to me! And don't try to tell me he's just one of those people who don't talk... he never shuts up when he's around Rinoa or Quistis.
Who does that leave? Selphie? Yeah, good ol' Selphie. I think she's the only person who might give a damn about me, but even that's kinda hollow. Selphie's the kind of person who would be nice to a brick. She's cheery and sweet and all that good stuff, but it's not understanding. It's just... Hell, even I don't know what Selphie puts out is. Sugary sweetness maybe? Sure as hell got me.
So no one understands me, and my communication skills aren't that great so what the hell do you expect me to do? Last time I tried conversing with someone I got a dirty look, and a handshake refused. Well, I guess I'll just have to stick to the face that everyone knows and expects - s'easier that way. 'Sides, everyone wears a mask or whatever you call it, right? Yeah, yeah... that's it. I'm just your average chicken-wuss.
Plain and simple.