CHAPTER TWO: Say what?
After flying over the ocean for one hour and a half the weather began to get gloomy and staring out the window all of a sudden wasn't the funnest thing since 20 questions anymore.
"I spy with my little eye," Selphie looked around, "something round and hairy!"
"A head?" asked Zell if it weren't obvious enough to him.
"No."
"Irvine's ass?"
"No, silly."
"Words hurt man, but my fist is gonna hurt the most!" Irvine remarked coming at him. They both grabbed one another's collar glaring at each other extremely close.
Selphie didn't know what to so she did the thing she does best, complete and utter randomness, "sandwiches!"
They both let go and look at her face as if it turned inside out.
"sandwiches have meat in them, meat comes from cows, happy cows come from California, California is the name of the theme song of the O.C, the O.C is uh umm,"
They kept staring mercilessly.
"Uh a drama, Drama's are in plays. Roman's had plays, Romans contributed many things to our civilization, um like architecture and cement for walls. Walls are in rooms, rooms have corners, I think you should both go on different corners and have a time out!
They each crawled to opposite sides of the room as if the strangest thing hadn't just happened.
Selphie lay in the middle surprised at how well she handled the situation.
Zell broke the silence when he yelled out in pain, "AAH! What the 'ell!"
He jumped up and swooped around like an Indian doing a ritual dance.
"What's your problem!? Stop jumping around like a monkey!"
Irvine tried to calm him down but Zell managed to yell, "Something crawled in my shirt!"
IN THE CONTROL ROOM
"When are we landing squall?" Quistis asked the first question since that terrifying sight.
"..." Squall didn't answer.
"When are we landing, Squallypoo?" squeaked Rinoa
"I really don't know."
Quistis smirked at Rinoa.
Rinoa got slightly angry at Squall which was very rare, but especially possible when Quistis was there to provoke her, "honey, I said, when are we landing?"
Squall didn't reply again.
"Squall, I'm tired of your insolence!"
Squall didn't show emotion though he was well aware of the situation, he didn't like being put in this position.
"They've only been dating for a week and things are going down hill. She's obviously letting pride get in the way…obviously."
Rinoa storms off into the only other room there is, the storage room.
As she enters the almost pitch black room with all its creepy contents like large crates for god knows what to hide behind and cob webs so large she could almost barf. Yep, you heard me, barf.
Despite the sinister appearance, Irvine and Zell's constant arguing seemed to keep it alive.
"Will you two shut up!" Selphie yelled surprising everyone, even Rinoa who still hadn't been noticed ever since two minutes ago when she walked in, "this is the worst case of severe 'I-hate-my-friend-syndrome' I have ever seen!"
Zell sneered, "You can't hate your friend Selph, cause then they're your enemy, or a rival."
"Or an asshole."
Thus beginning more arguing. Rinoa on the other hand had heard enough.
"Hello! Are you both fcked in the head!? I've been standing here for more than two minutes and I've had enough of this! You didn't even see me come in 'cause if you did you would have already seen my expression which was pretty pissed!"
"What? So she wants us all to worry about her now?" thought Selphie a little annoyed.
Rinoa stomped across the room to the old tire to sit on but was suddenly stopped by Irvine.
"Move it, cowboy." She demanded pushing him aside.
"Fine, have it your way, majesty," Irvine shrugged.
"No don't go there," warned Selphie when no one else budged, "a tarantula fell out of Zell's shirt when Irvine tackled him and crawled there."
"Ugh," whined Rinoa, "I hate insects."
Selphie looked at Irvine and Zell as they started to crack up.
"Why don't you try to squish it, eh?"
"Yea, how bout it Rinny?" agreed Zell.
"Uh no, I'm not getting my new shoes dirty, but if consequences get dire I'd get squally to do it."
