I set a deadline for myself, and completely missed it.
So, this chapter will be...slightly more exciting than the last one. Not really, but it's there. I was in such a rush to post the last chapter, I forgot to type in who cleaned his room! I wouldn't have noticed it at all if no one said anything.
=D
Well, here you go.
Warning: This is a Seiner love story; ...self explanitory.
Four fucking hours.
They've been running around the Twilight Fair for four hours. Neither of them really wanted to talk to the other, either.
Seifer claims that he just took Hayner out today because Roxas and the others wouldn't shut up about what had happened between them and that they needed to talk. There's no point in talking, really. Everytime he went to get a word in, the sandy blond was interrupted by Seifer's friends or just Seifer himself saying, "shut the fuck up, chicken princess."
Yeah, he's got a new insult thanks to Squall (2).
Yes, that's right. Not Leon. Nope; Squall deserves to be just as pissed as Hayner does.
Actually, it was really...lonely when Seifer ignored him. They only really talked when they went on rides together. But only the ones that can only fit two people in a seat. They'd go together, they'd ride together, they'd talk and laugh. They'd have a wonderful time.
Until the ride stopped and Rai and Fuu were waiting at the exit. "You and Hayner were really chattin it up, y'know?" Rai would say, smiling like an idiot. And Fuu would simply add in, "ABSURD." Yeah, his friends were really great.
He was excited when his phone rang; even if it was just his mother. Sure, Seifer would laugh at him for talking to his mom, but it was better than taking an invisible smack to the face whenever an insult was thrown at him.
"Mom, thank god you called," Hayner said, relieved. "You'll never believe how much torture I've been put through here..."
Her only response was, "Oh, stop it. I hope you won't be out too late with your friends. I made a cake for you so you could have it as dessert! And, Nathan cleaned your room for you. Not correctly; I had to fix it. But he tried."
"Tch," Hayner chuckled, "I'll have to thank him when I get home in a little bit." He made sure to say the last part louder than necessary, so that Seifer would hear him and take him the fuck home already. Didn't he ever realize that neither of them wanted to be with each other?
The platinum blond scoffed at the younger and stood up from his seat. "I've got to take Chicken back to his mommy." He smirked, adding to his 'tough guy' act and pulled his trench coat over his shoulder in a way that, if anyone else did it, would be gay. But he's Seifer so, naturally, he can pull it off.
The ride home was boring and speechless. Not one of them said a word, nor thought about saying one. Thoughts continuously ran through Hayner's head, though, and he finally turned to say something to Seifer. "So...why did you really take me out today? Ran out of hookers?"
Seifer let out a horribly malicious laugh and then turned to park in front of the Fujihiro (3) residence. "Good one, chickie," he said once he fully turned in his seat. "If you have to know, I wanted to talk."
Hayner quickly turned off the radio, which was quietly playing the whole time, and said, "Excuse me?"
He dragged his feet through the house, earning complaints from his mother because "she just cleaned the floors", and all the way up the stairs. Why was today being such a bitch?
Today was supposed to be awesome; he was finally seventeen. He was supposed to stay out late with his friends and get (illegally) drunk so he'd have to stay at Roxas' house. And Olette was supposed to make up an excuse for him. And he was supposed to have sex! As cliche'd as that is, it's supposed to happen!
He's almost officially a man!
But today was worse than that day at school where no one was even allowed to eat lunch because someone was setting off stink bombs in the cafeteria. Today was worse than the day his father walked out on his family with a fucking smile on his face. Today was worse than Pearl fucking Harbor.
When he reached his room, he slammed the door and locked it behind him. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't even hold back the urge to start messing up his perfectly clean room.
Life was being a bitch, so he'd be bitchy back. Isn't that how karma works? He pushed over his entertainment center, knocking the t.v. onto the floor and smashing the screen, and did the same with his dresser. The large mirror had shattered into hundreds of different pieces, like his t.v. screen, and the drawers had been pulled out and thrown at the closet door.
He lifted his t.v. up and over his head and threw it at the closed window, breaking the glass and falling into the once peaceful streets of Twilight Town. Screaming, venting, and throwing were the only things he knew how to do right now.
He'd never acted up like this before. He always got rowdy with Seifer when they fought, yeah, but he'd never been angry enough to smash everything he loved. Was there going to be any end to this?
He fell back against the wall, tears leaving crooked trails on his cheeks, and looked at the broken window above his bed. There's only one way out of life, and that's to die. He knows that. But did he really have it in him to end it right now? Right here?
...On his birthday?
He crawled onto his bed, ignoring the glass that had found it best to dig into his knees and palms, and moved to look out the window. The street wasn't very far down; it was far enough to leave him with bruises and maybe a broken bone. Maybe if he was really lucky, he'd get hit by a car and die faster.
Maybe if he was really, really, lucky, something would prevent him from jumping out of the window. Like a magical barrier. Or someone he loved catching him.
Too bad there's no one strong enough to carry him the way that...the way Seifer can.
The thoughts that had slowly come back to him dissipated with the rest of the feelings that he held onto, and he stood in the window sill.
Just before he was about to let go of everything, his phone rang from inside his pocket. The sound scared him, making him almost fall from a loss of balance, but he grabbed the phone from his pocket and looked at the bright screen.
1 new message!
He let out a deep sigh and pushed the center button. The name "Roxas" highlighted the screen and he smiled to himself. He moved to take a step back inside his room and slipped off the side of the window, falling into the street with his television set.
The wind against his ears sounded like it was laughing at him for being such a fool, and the feeling he lost was coming back, as he fell down. Down. Down.
Was he just supposed to let this happen?
He tried to dial "911" but Roxas' message prevented any blood from flowing to his numbed fingertips.
"I'm coming home to see you soon, Hayner. I hope you're alright. I had this weird feeling in my gut...like something bad was going to happen to you. You probably got into another fight with Seifer, huh?"
So, this was supposed to be longer. I just got lazy.
xD
It's kind of jumbled up and whatnot, but I'm tired and we're starting school tomorrow. Senior year, baby! =D I hope this chapter will keep you all guessing until I can update again.
No more deadlines for me. It'll be up when I put it up, is all.
:)
(2) Squall's nickname in FFVIII (if you haven't played it) is "Ice Prince" sometimes even "Ice Princess."
(3) I guess that can be Hayners' last name in this story. I never really took the time to think of one for him. :P
