START: 1:45 (Crack-tastic! :D )

This past week, Hayner's been really...uh, how do I put this without sounding crude...? "Easily aroused," I guess. And every time we've gotten past the kissing stage, something has always interrupted us. By Friday I think he'd finally had enough, because when I was on my way to fourth hour (I slept in a little late that day...oops) he ambushed me in the hallway and dragged me into the janitor's closet.

The fist thing he said after closing the door and then the distance between us was, "Dammit, Seifer, touch me." Well, I didn't have to be told twice. My hands were in his pants moments later and he was murmuring dirty things in my ear, stroking the bulge in my own pants. My knees almost buckled when he started sucking on the skin just below my left earlobe.

"Hayner, what the hell!? You can't just up and leave class like that, you gotta—Oh..." That was when Roxas barged into the janitor's closet.

Let me guess, that's how you think things went down, right? Well, you're wrong—mostly. Though I really wish that was what happened, because then at least I would've been in the middle of some kind of sordid, forbidden act.

The way Hayner and I actually fell out of the closet was much less dramatic and far more annoying in the long run.

Our six-week anniversary happened to fall on a Wednesday—the only reason I knew this was because I marked it on my calender and home and I happened to notice that it had been six weeks since I finally located my balls and asked him to go out with me (but that's a story for another time).

I celebrated by launching one of the rainbow-frosted cupcakes from the bake sale at him. Unfortunately, I have never really understood the subtleties of physics and miscalculated the angle of trajectory and ended up hitting Roxas square in the forehead instead of Hayner. The result was still funny as hell, though. Hahaha, you shoulda seen it...! snort!

Let me tell you, the girls who run the bake sale table know what they're doing. I've seen kids from other schools coming from all over just to by some of their stuff. Of course, Fuu, Rai and I are always willing to show some of the rougher customers to the door whenever they get lost. Anyway, I'm getting side tracked. The cupcakes made by the lovely ladies of the Kitchen Club are pretty much heaven with frosting on top. They're gushy in the middle and are still warm out of the oven when they're put on the table. I think one of Hayner's friends is part of the Kitchen Club—Olette, right? You know, that really sweet-looking brunette? Rai could totally take her in the kitchen.

I know, I know, I'm going off in a completely different direction than where I started, but just hang in there with me, okay? Just keep the word "cupcakes" in the back of your mind for later. I want to tell you about Rai and Fuu right now, because before Hayner came into the picture, they were all I had.

Rai's a chef, did you know that? He's got a job at one of the fancy cafés downtown. He's got the stupid-looking white hat and everything. Sometimes we'll spend the weekend over at Fuu's place, 'cause she's got a huge ass kitchen that's totally legit, and Rai'll cook for us. He's got a running commentary the whole time: why oil is used instead of water to boil so in so; why the carrots should be exactly cut in two by four pieces in the shape of little stars; and all sorts of other things that make me want to be a chef.

I kid you not, that boy's gonna be on Food Network some day.

Fuu, however, won't. The girl can't cook to save her life. Rai's tried to teach her multiple times, but he can't ever seem to make her understand. When they're in the kitchen, it's like girl-speak and boy-speak are two completely different, and complex languages. Maybe I could ask Hayner if Olette would be interested in teaching. I'm not sure that a female teacher would make much of a difference, though. Fuu's shy. Really shy.

Every time we're out in public she retreats back under that mask of indifference and won't utter more than a word or two at the time. She's doing much better than she used to, though. Rai and I have been coaching her along since she finally admitted—after two hours of us hounding her to tell us what her dream job was—that she wanted to be an actress back in seventh grade.

How's that for irony, eh?

I told her once that if the actress gig ever falls out she could become a ninja because she totally has that whole mysterious one-eyed glare thing going on. She punched me after I said that and laughed.

... Just so you know, Fuu punches really hard.

As for me, I don't know what I want to do with my life. Right now all I know is that I want to live to get really old and crotchety and yell at kids to get off my grass because I just mowed, dammit.

But anyway, time to get back to my original subject. (This is where you pull the word "cupcakes" back to the front of your mind)

I wish you could've been there. The cupcake went everywhere. It was like the atomic bomb that America dropped on Japan, except the bomb was actually a cupcake and Japan was actually Roxas's face. Oh, and there wasn't any atomic fallout or death either.

So, in classic six week anniversary spirit, Hayner chucked his fruit bowl at my head in retaliation. Well, you know how it is in High-school. All hell broke loose from there and the most massive, and epic, food fight that Oblivion High has ever seen unfolded.

Rai was in his element, with food flying all around him, chucking handfuls of potato salad at the other students. Fuu pulled me under the table, saving me from coming face to face by a flying bowl of pudding.

"What's. Your. Problem?!" She hissed, the one eye I could see through her bangs was huge and fearful. I kinda felt bad for a moment—Fuu doesn't care for widespread chaos. I hope she gets over that before she becomes an actress.

The food fight lasted for about five minutes before some kid name Riku got beemed in the head with a giant key. That's when the headmaster arrived on the scene. Mr. Mouse is short and dark with gigantic ears, but he carries himself like royalty. There was total and complete silence as his voice cracked through the room with deadly precision.

"Who is responsible for all this?" he demanded.

Fuu pushed me out from under the table and pointed an accusing finger at me, "Him!"

I was immediately the center of attention. The other students backed away from me like I had some kind of incurable disease.

"Seifer Almasy?" Mr. Mickey said, looking me in the eye and making me feel very small indeed, "Did you start this?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but Hayner's voice came out instead, "Wait! I started it, too."

Olette, Roxas and Pence were looking at him like he had just gone crazy. Pence mouthed, "What are you doing?" at Hayner, but he ignored his friend and came to stand next to me.

Well, that made me feel just grand inside. If half of the school hadn't been in the cafeteria at the time, I would've hugged him, but since that was the case, I didn't.

A half hour later we found ourselves on our hands and knees, scrubbing at the floor.

The lunch lady, Miss Candy, who was supposed to be watching over us was back in the kitchens gossiping with the janitor. As soon as she was out of sight Hayner hit me with his rag, a scowl on his face. Naturally, I was shocked.

"What the hell was that for?" I glared back at him.

"You're being an asshole." he turned his back on me.

"..." I was dumbstruck. "How am I being an asshole?" I demanded.

"Oh, I don't know," Hayner turned back to me with a sarcastic bite in his voice, abandoning all pretenses of cleaning, "it couldn't be that you threw a cupcake in my best friend's face, now could it?"

Was he jealous? "I was aiming for you, you know." I said, trying to sound sincere.

"Oh, well that makes a world of difference!" Hayner snarled.

"Actually," I said through clenched teeth, "it does. Do you even know what today is?"

He looked confused. I took that as a "no".

"It's our six week anniversary." I growled, taking out my frustration on a spaghetti stain.

Hayner's face lost all traces of anger and I could hear the gears clicking in his head. "Wait," he said slowly, "so... so that cupcake was for me?"

"It had rainbow frosting, I thought you would like it," I mumbled, and I won't lie to you, I was feeling very foolish right then.

And you know what he did then? Huh? The prick started laughing at me.

"Shut up." I glowered.

"Seifer," he gasped in between giggles, "Seifer, you are so weird!"

"Hey, at least I was trying to be thoughtful," I snapped, scrubbing harder at the spaghetti stain and becoming increasingly frustrated.

"Are you for real? You're actually mad?" For some reason Hayner seemed to think this was even funnier.

"Yes." I snapped, throwing down the rag in disgust and getting up.

"Where are you going?" Hayner asked.

"I'm leaving," (I know, I was overreacting, so what's it to ya?) "have fun cleaning the rest of this up."

"Seifer, aw, Seifer, come on," Hayner caught me around the middle from behind, "I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, okay?"

"..." I was sulking, I know it's unmanly, but I didn't care. Nonetheless, I let him turn me around and stroke the skin of my stomach. I frowned down at him and he mimicked my expression.

"Stop pouting, dude." he said.

"I'm not pouting," I protested.

"Yeah, whatever." he sneered and it was my turn to mimic him, "Yeah, whatever."

"Oh shut up," he reached up and kissed my lips once before moving back to the floor, "Come on, sweet heart, there's still more to clean." I felt my eye twitch at the pet name.

"Whatever you say, cutie pie," and thus the pet name-calling war began.

END: 3:51

No commentary this morning. Arg, why do I do this to myself? I better get some reviews for this... D:

(Sorry, I'm crabby when I'm sleepy)