Hey, Flo.

oh yeah, Seifer, pretty sorry you weren't there to save your 'prize' before...heheheh...anyway, here you are, the 'star'...go and save Squall's sad but sexy ass now..

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3 Years Later

"I always thought you were a dreamer, father, but who would have thought it would take a Fairy Godmother to make your dreams come true."

"Squall," The brunet's father sighed with exasperation, "It's all been settled. It's final. I will not have you here to rot in some damn dorm room. Your cousin will pick you up at the airport, he's Seifer Almasy."

"He's a fucking blonde, isn't he! What did I ever do to you anyway, old man!" Squall slammed his fist on the table, a deadly glare in his eyes.

"That's the thing, son!" Laguna stood up to match Squall in height and determination, "You never do anything! You are cooped up in your own room all the time! When was the last time a person called and asked for you!"

Squall opened his mouth but Laguna silenced him with the swoop of his arm, "I'll tell you! Never!"

"You're lying! Denzel used to call three years ago and it's not like you approved anyway!"

Laguna's blue eyes narrowed and he stood straight, "You have no friends, you have no social Squall when was the last time you got laid?"

"My God!" Squall exclaimed, jutting his hip out and putting a hand on it, "Are you telling me you're mad because I don't bring hookers over to screw me senseless! Where is your sense of decency! Maybe your old age and lack of a wife sure muddled your head, old man!"

"It's been three years, Squall! What are you trying to prove? That you can break the mourning record!"

"Why are you so bothered? This is my life! I want to live it alone!"

"It's over…too late. Your flight is tomorrow afternoon. I didn't think you needed to know long beforehand since you won't be saying goodbye to anyone anyway. You can visit that man's grave if you want and say farewell."

"That Man! You can't even remember his name and you say you care so much about my life!" Squall tried for the last time, but it was futile.

"Seifer is a good person and your only living relative. I' sure you would like his company when you are willing to honor him with your time of day."

"I'll never call you!" Squall moaned desperately.

"It is your choice. You are not that much of a child anymore."

Squall whirled around and walked to the door.

"Denzel. I know his name. I love you son."

The brunet snorted softly and walked out, shutting the door softly behind him.

-

The brunet squeezed the sides of his seat. He hated planes and anything that had to do with them. Dammit, God created man unable to fly…damn pilot, damn seats, damn smiling people.

Squall closed his eyes and took deep breaths as the Plane started moving, along with his stomach which started churning.

"Sir, are you okay?"

Damn hostess.

"Yeah." Squall focused his grey eyes on his laps, trying to keep in the bile rising in his throat, "Damn you father."

"Do you want a drink?"

Squall gritted his teeth, "No."

"You know, we got some sugar fro nice guys like you."

The brunet growled, his head spinning, "I hate sugar."

"Oh?" The hostess purred, "You're a big boy, not a child to be acting like that."

"Get lost, bitch, unless you want a scene."

"But"

"Get the fuck away from me! If you're looking for sex, check out the other guys!" Squall spat, unsnapping the belt and bolting off the chair to head for the bathroom, a hand covering his mouth.

-

The brunet's mood darkened as he got off the plane and walked into a very crowded airport. His lips were drawn in a tight frown and his eyes just dared anyone to speak to him.

He had already scolded a hostess for trying to make the ride a bit more 'bearable', glared at another woman who winked at him, spat out at some guy who had been staring, and pushed off a child who had some obscene thought that he was the candy-man.

Yup, this day couldn't get any better.

The sun was already setting when a hand caught hold of his arm, "Squall Leonhart?"

The brunet's frown deepened into a full-fledged scowl as he faced the green-eyed blonde, "Bastard."

"Whoa! Your father sure described you just right…but I was expecting a harsher word…you're not so bad after all, pretty face."

"Shut up! You damn bastard! You're Seifer! I knew it!"

Seifer chuckled and shrugged, "I assume your ride wasn't cool?"

"Like hell."

"It's hot? But I thought they have AC's in there."

"It stunk."

"Oh? No ventilation? But"

"You damn retard, you idiot, obnoxious, stupid jock! That's not what I meant!"

"I knew that baby, just kidding." Seifer laughed at his own stupidity, throwing a hand over the brunet's shoulder, "Well, let's go then."

Squall tried to shrug the heavy arm off but it was all in vain, "Your sense of humor reeks…in fact you don't even have a sense of humor."

"I can live with that brat!" Seifer chuckled, but his smile disappeared as Squall's Silver eyes captivated him. Jade eyes widened and Seifer evaded the brunet's eyes.

"This way." Seifer sighed and let go of Squall, he had suddenly been overwhelmed by the urge to kiss the soft, pouting lips of his to-be house mate…and judging from Squall's annoyed expression, any kind of relationship at the moment was beyond impossible.