Country Girl, City Boy
Written By: Quistis' twin sister Sunny
A/N: Wheee…
Chapter 4.
It was three days after the picnic in the rain Quistis had with Seifer and she now was driving in her rental car to the publishing company. It was a partly sunny day, a few clouds dotting the sky. In the passenger seat next to her sat her finished short story, all the pages in a small binder.
Nearing the exit on the freeway, the same loud ringing like in the bagel shop came from her bag. She leaned over and took out her phone, pressing a button and holding it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hiya Quistis! It's Selphie! All of us are here at Rin's house and we called to wish you good luck on your interview today!"
"Thank you."
"Stop hogging the phone Selphie! Give it here!" A voice in the background said and Selphie moaned.
"Oh fine. Good luck Quistis! I'm sure they'll love your story!"
"Good-bye Selphie." Quistis replied before the phone was handed to someone else.
"Quitsy, it's Rinoa! You're actually going to get one of your books published! If you weren't hundreds of miles away I'd huggle you!" Quistis smiled and pulled off on the exit.
"Well, this is just a sample. They have to like this before they'll even look at one of my books."
"Of course! But they'll love that short story so much that they will publish all your books at once! Err…what Zell? Aw c'mon, just one more minute! Well yeah, I know there are about three other people waiting but I still wanna talk!" Rinoa sighed. "Okay. Well, Zell and Irvine wants to wish you good luck, so here they are! Have fun!"
"Good-bye Rinoa." Quistis said as she went down a small road, houses on both sides.
"Hey Quistis, this is Irvine…"
"And Zell!"
"Good-luck on your interview thingamajig."
"We're sure they'll love the story you're presenting!" Zell cut in again.
"Zell, calm down. You're bouncing off the walls."
"I wanna tawlk to Quisty tooo! Lemme at weast say hi!" A young sounding voice in the background whined. Quistis smiled, recognizing it was Renée.
"Alwright," Irvine said, mocking her. "Here ya go. Good-luck Quistis."
"Good-luck!" Zell said quickly before the phone was handed over to Renée.
"Hiya Quisty!" Renée said cheerfully.
"Hi Renée." Quistis said, going down a slightly busy street, turning right onto the street where the company was.
"I just wanted to say good wuck!"
"Thank you, Renée, I hope I get to see you soon."
"Well, mommy says that's time to get owff. Buh bai!"
"Bye Renée."
"Well, that was all of us! Good-luck again and have fun during the rest of the days you're there! We all miss you and can't wait till you come home!" Rinoa said.
"Thank you, I miss you all too. Tell everyone I say good bye."
"Okie. Good-bye!" Quistis hung up the phone as she pulled into the parking lot and before she could put the phone back into her purse, it was ringing again. She pressed a button again, putting it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Yeah, I would like to wish a Miss Quistis Trepe good luck on her interview with the publishing company? Is this her?" Quistis laughed softly, stopping the car and pulling the keys out of the ignition.
"Yes, this is her," She replied, playing along.
"Oh, I thought so. I heard a beautiful voice on the line and I knew at once it had to be you." Quistis giggled, getting out of the car and walking to the passenger side and opening the door, pulling out her story and purse.
"Thank you."
"Anytime. Well, I have to go since me quarter is going to run out."
"Okay. Good-bye."
"Bye." She hung up the phone, sticking it in her purse and walked down a small, carpeted hallway to the conference room where she was meeting the publishers. She stopped at the large wooden door, taking a deep breath before walking in.
"Good day Miss Trepe, A man at the head of the large wooden table, supposedly the boss, said, pointing towards a chair by her at the desk. "Take a seat and show us your work."
"Thank-you." Quistis sat down, setting her purse by her side and pulled out the binder, handing out copies of the story to all the publishers. She kept a copy for herself, standing up so she could clearly be seen by all of the people and started the interview.
~*~
It was the night after the interview and Quistis just received a call from the publishers saying that they loved her story and that she was allowed to go home and to send them one of her stories. Over delighted, she drove to SubZero to surprise Seifer with the good news. She said she couldn't go see him at the club that night since she had to wait for the call and she was glad she could surprise him now.
Quistis impatiently tapped her foot on the cement pavement as she waited in line outside SubZero. Nearing the front, she could easily hear the loud music from inside. She held her story neatly inside a binder that was in her purse.
"I.D. please," The large man at the front of the club said and Quistis showed it to him. He nodded, letting her inside. Quistis walked in, scanning the area for Seifer. Not seeing him anywhere, she walked up to the bar to ask the bartender there.
"Hello little lady, what can I do for ya?" The man's drawl reminded her of Irvine.
"Do you know where Seifer is?" She asked hastily, while looking around the place once more.
"He just finished his shift and is in the back room. So, what is such a pretty lady like you doing at this club all by yourself?"
"Thank you very much," She said quickly and headed towards the back room. The bartender watched her, letting out a low whistle.
"Should I of told 'er that he was 'occupied'?"
Quistis lightly knocked on the back room door. Hearing no reply, she let herself in.
"Seifer you can't believe the great news I have…" Quistis stopped, staring at Seifer. He was in the corner with a woman that had long brown hair and was wearing a skimpy outfit. Seifer's shirt was in the opposite corner, revealing his bare chest and the woman in the middle of pulling the zipper to his pants down with her teeth.
"Seifer…?" Quistis asked quietly. Seifer saw Quistis and immediately pushed the woman off of him and zipped up his pants.
"Quistis, it's not…I mean I'm…" Before Seifer could say anything else, Quistis ran out the door, her story falling onto the ground. Seifer picked it up, running out the door. He could see Quistis quickly weaving through the crowd towards the door. He pushed through the crowd, only to get caught in the middle of the dance floor.
"Quistis!" He finally got to the edge of the dance floor, but Quistis was already out the door.
A/N: Well, it took long enough, but I got it done! A little drama for you early ^_^. Yes, I did mean pneumonia, not ammonia, thanks for pointing that out ^^;;. Anyways, I'll try to get the next chapter up soon. Thanks for all the nice reviews!
Written By: Quistis' twin sister Sunny
A/N: Wheee…
Chapter 4.
It was three days after the picnic in the rain Quistis had with Seifer and she now was driving in her rental car to the publishing company. It was a partly sunny day, a few clouds dotting the sky. In the passenger seat next to her sat her finished short story, all the pages in a small binder.
Nearing the exit on the freeway, the same loud ringing like in the bagel shop came from her bag. She leaned over and took out her phone, pressing a button and holding it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hiya Quistis! It's Selphie! All of us are here at Rin's house and we called to wish you good luck on your interview today!"
"Thank you."
"Stop hogging the phone Selphie! Give it here!" A voice in the background said and Selphie moaned.
"Oh fine. Good luck Quistis! I'm sure they'll love your story!"
"Good-bye Selphie." Quistis replied before the phone was handed to someone else.
"Quitsy, it's Rinoa! You're actually going to get one of your books published! If you weren't hundreds of miles away I'd huggle you!" Quistis smiled and pulled off on the exit.
"Well, this is just a sample. They have to like this before they'll even look at one of my books."
"Of course! But they'll love that short story so much that they will publish all your books at once! Err…what Zell? Aw c'mon, just one more minute! Well yeah, I know there are about three other people waiting but I still wanna talk!" Rinoa sighed. "Okay. Well, Zell and Irvine wants to wish you good luck, so here they are! Have fun!"
"Good-bye Rinoa." Quistis said as she went down a small road, houses on both sides.
"Hey Quistis, this is Irvine…"
"And Zell!"
"Good-luck on your interview thingamajig."
"We're sure they'll love the story you're presenting!" Zell cut in again.
"Zell, calm down. You're bouncing off the walls."
"I wanna tawlk to Quisty tooo! Lemme at weast say hi!" A young sounding voice in the background whined. Quistis smiled, recognizing it was Renée.
"Alwright," Irvine said, mocking her. "Here ya go. Good-luck Quistis."
"Good-luck!" Zell said quickly before the phone was handed over to Renée.
"Hiya Quisty!" Renée said cheerfully.
"Hi Renée." Quistis said, going down a slightly busy street, turning right onto the street where the company was.
"I just wanted to say good wuck!"
"Thank you, Renée, I hope I get to see you soon."
"Well, mommy says that's time to get owff. Buh bai!"
"Bye Renée."
"Well, that was all of us! Good-luck again and have fun during the rest of the days you're there! We all miss you and can't wait till you come home!" Rinoa said.
"Thank you, I miss you all too. Tell everyone I say good bye."
"Okie. Good-bye!" Quistis hung up the phone as she pulled into the parking lot and before she could put the phone back into her purse, it was ringing again. She pressed a button again, putting it up to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Yeah, I would like to wish a Miss Quistis Trepe good luck on her interview with the publishing company? Is this her?" Quistis laughed softly, stopping the car and pulling the keys out of the ignition.
"Yes, this is her," She replied, playing along.
"Oh, I thought so. I heard a beautiful voice on the line and I knew at once it had to be you." Quistis giggled, getting out of the car and walking to the passenger side and opening the door, pulling out her story and purse.
"Thank you."
"Anytime. Well, I have to go since me quarter is going to run out."
"Okay. Good-bye."
"Bye." She hung up the phone, sticking it in her purse and walked down a small, carpeted hallway to the conference room where she was meeting the publishers. She stopped at the large wooden door, taking a deep breath before walking in.
"Good day Miss Trepe, A man at the head of the large wooden table, supposedly the boss, said, pointing towards a chair by her at the desk. "Take a seat and show us your work."
"Thank-you." Quistis sat down, setting her purse by her side and pulled out the binder, handing out copies of the story to all the publishers. She kept a copy for herself, standing up so she could clearly be seen by all of the people and started the interview.
~*~
It was the night after the interview and Quistis just received a call from the publishers saying that they loved her story and that she was allowed to go home and to send them one of her stories. Over delighted, she drove to SubZero to surprise Seifer with the good news. She said she couldn't go see him at the club that night since she had to wait for the call and she was glad she could surprise him now.
Quistis impatiently tapped her foot on the cement pavement as she waited in line outside SubZero. Nearing the front, she could easily hear the loud music from inside. She held her story neatly inside a binder that was in her purse.
"I.D. please," The large man at the front of the club said and Quistis showed it to him. He nodded, letting her inside. Quistis walked in, scanning the area for Seifer. Not seeing him anywhere, she walked up to the bar to ask the bartender there.
"Hello little lady, what can I do for ya?" The man's drawl reminded her of Irvine.
"Do you know where Seifer is?" She asked hastily, while looking around the place once more.
"He just finished his shift and is in the back room. So, what is such a pretty lady like you doing at this club all by yourself?"
"Thank you very much," She said quickly and headed towards the back room. The bartender watched her, letting out a low whistle.
"Should I of told 'er that he was 'occupied'?"
Quistis lightly knocked on the back room door. Hearing no reply, she let herself in.
"Seifer you can't believe the great news I have…" Quistis stopped, staring at Seifer. He was in the corner with a woman that had long brown hair and was wearing a skimpy outfit. Seifer's shirt was in the opposite corner, revealing his bare chest and the woman in the middle of pulling the zipper to his pants down with her teeth.
"Seifer…?" Quistis asked quietly. Seifer saw Quistis and immediately pushed the woman off of him and zipped up his pants.
"Quistis, it's not…I mean I'm…" Before Seifer could say anything else, Quistis ran out the door, her story falling onto the ground. Seifer picked it up, running out the door. He could see Quistis quickly weaving through the crowd towards the door. He pushed through the crowd, only to get caught in the middle of the dance floor.
"Quistis!" He finally got to the edge of the dance floor, but Quistis was already out the door.
A/N: Well, it took long enough, but I got it done! A little drama for you early ^_^. Yes, I did mean pneumonia, not ammonia, thanks for pointing that out ^^;;. Anyways, I'll try to get the next chapter up soon. Thanks for all the nice reviews!