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As Seifer walked up to Hayner and Roxas, he sighed. "I'm gonna be in a fight with the 'rent. I don't feel like it, okay?"

"B-but, Seif . . . ," Hayner whispered, his chocolate eyes widening.

"I never noticed how beautiful your eyes were," Seifer gasped. "I-uh, I mean."

"Looks like someone's gay for you too, Hayner."

"I'm not gay for him! I'm not gay at all, jeez." 'but with Seifer's amazing icy eyes on me, I can't say that for long and tell the truth.'

Seifer stepped back. "Lamer, keep your thoughts in your head."

"D-did I . . .-"

"Yes," Everyone answered.

Hayner's cheeks became red, but this time not with anger. That is, until a certain someone threw a Struggle bat at unexpecting Hayner's head. "Come on, Chicken-wuss. I'm suddenly up for the idea of stomping you."

Hayner put up a good fight, but in the end Seifer pushed Hayner to the ground; straddling him. Seifer leaned down, smirking at him. "You know I would beat you again and again, why do you even try, Hayner Rayo?"

'That's odd . . . Did Seifer just call me by my name?' Hayner thought.

"Don't make a habit outta it, lamer."

"Seifer, you can get off Hayner now y'know?" Rai chirped.

Seifer shrugged and rolled off Hayner so he was laying beside him. He flipped himself so he was on his feet, extending a hand towards Hayner. Hayner reluctantly grabbed onto it and Seifer yanked him to his feet gently.

Hayner gasped at the soft, yet firm contours of Seifer's skin. Then, he pretended to cough; yanking his hand away from Seifer's. "Thanks for the health."

"Uh, health?"

"Help!" Hayner corrected, rubbing his neck furiously.

"Seifer!" Fuujin said in her monotone voice, running up to her supposed-boyfriend. "Where were you today? We had football practice!"

"Sorry, I forgot. I was a little distracted tonight."

"Playing Struggle with the Charity cases, y'know!"

"Charity cases?" Hayner, Roxas, and Seifer all asked. "He may be lame, but Hayner Rayo is no where near a charity case. Believe me."

This was so odd, Seifer sticking up for them. A couple of lamers.

"So now you want the losers over us? Leave." Fuu stated, still monotone and slightly annoying.

Hayner looked at Seifer and pouted. "Would you stop doing that, Chicken-wuss? Come on, let's go party."

"Where?"

"Anywhere but here."

They all got in Roxas' car. Seifer volunteered himself to drive. Hayner was in the passenger seat, looking out the rearveiw mirror. He occasionally glanced over at Seifer. His beanie in perfect alignment.

"Seifer, can I wear your beanie?" Hayner asked.

Seifer pulled the beanie off his head and held it out at Hayner. Hayner slipped it onto his head and smiled.

Then Hayner leaned towards Seifer, opening his mouth; then he took a big sniff of Seifer's hair.

"Your hair smells like peaches, Seifer," Hayner stated flatly.

"It's called Shampoo and Conditioner, lamer."

"I just think it's weird because my Shampoo smells like Cream. Vanilla Cream and Toffee Cream Lux. If it mixed together, we'd have tasty heads."

Roxas snorted in the back seat. "So oblivious."

Seifer blushed.

"Oh, PERVERT!" He turned around and punched Roxas in the stomach. Roxas didn't take his eyes off Seifer as Hayner shifted. Seifer looked over at Hayner's bottom for two short seconds.

"So, Seifer," Roxas mused, "watcha starin' at?"

"Nothing."

Roxas smirked as Hayner remained oblivious.

"I don't get it . . ." Hayner pouted.

'God, it's so nice . . . I'd like to just . . . UNGH! No, no, no!'

All eyes were on Seifer as he had an argument with himself. "You just answered two of my questions, Seifer."

"What are you talking about, lamer?" He asked, un-amused.

"Keep your thoughts in your head, please." Roxas was smirking.

Seifer got out of the car and opened the back door. "Drive then, Chicken-shit."

They both closed the door and Hayner sat there, still confused. Roxas began smirking and looked over at Hayner. "Hey Hayner, can you reach into the back and get me an apple?"

"Uh, sure." Hayner turned around and unbuckled his seat belt, reaching around in the floor for an apple. He felt none, so he changed sides. Somewhere along the road, Roxas floored the gas and Hayner was shot onto Seifer's lap completely. "Brake check!" When Roxas slammed on the brakes, Seifer clutched Hayner to him like death was nearing.

Then Seifer realized where his hand was. So did Hayner.

Seifer's hands were pulling Hayner to him . . . By his ass.

Hayner looked at Seifer with a faint blush painting his cheeks. Seifer looked away, murmuring, "I wasn't going to let you die, Chicken-wuss."

"I wasn't going to die, Seifer," Hayner replied lamely. Then he squirmed. "Seifer, you can remove your hands now."

"Oh- uh, sorry." Then, he let go. Hayner climbed back into the front seat, glowering at Roxas.

"You did that on purpose, Roxas."

"Yes sir, I surely did."

Hayner looked up at Seifer's beanie which was on his head.

'Why is everyone acting so weird?' Hayner asked himself.