The room was silent and everything seemed to be at peace. The hotel room would have been normal minus the clothing thrown on the furniture, the broken glassware and the overturned chairs and table. And, for some reason, the coffee maker was in the bath tub. All was normal in the room except for the remains of drunken fun.

Selphie stirred beneath the blankets and sheets of the queen sized bed yet she was not awake. Slowly opening her eyes she felt as if she wanted to close them and never open them again from her throbbing hang over. Yet after a few seconds she slowly opened her eyes again.

She felt a warmth against her back that seemed to be there the whole night yet she didn't seem to take notice. What she did notice was the muscular arm that was draped across her mid section, grasping her close beneath the covers. Suddenly terrified, she looked down in fear of lifting the covers.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no no no…..

She bit her lip in fear as she lifted the covers to look at the arm, too afraid to dare turn around. To her horror and amazement she was in her bra and panties only as the intruding arm held her softly, palm against her naval.

Selphie closed her eyes in fear. What happened last night was a foggy mystery. She remembered the drinks, she remembered the standoff with Seifer, and she remembered the piggy back ride from Irvine. Yet what else had happened? After the piggy back ride she remembers falling on the bed with Irvine, yet everything past that blurred into nothing.

Oh my word, I think I DID IT WITH IRVY! What am I gonna-

Yet before she could even finish her thought the warm force behind her was beginning to stir. It grabbed her tighter and exhaled into the back of her neck as chills ran down Selphie's spine. Her eyes grew wide as he thrust once against her backside yet remained asleep.

Just then, the huge lump in the smaller bed shifted slowly as Selphie watched in pleading horror. The body under the blankets shifted slowly, rousing itself awake. Selphie knew that if Seifer saw Selphie in this state she would never hear the end of it and he would never look at her the same, yet as he shifted all she could do was wait in agony. Just as the lump across the room began to stir, the warmth behind her shifted again and exhaled into her hair. To Selphie's horror, both boys seemed waking up at the same time.

Crapple, this is bad. This is beyond bad! No no no!

The blankets jolted rapidly on the other bed signaling their consciousness as the grip around her grew tighter and abnormally strong. Suddenly the comforter flew back from the head of the other bed and a tussle of long brown hair emerged. Irvine lifted himself up weakly with a hand to his head seemingly recovering from his hang over.

Selphie's heart stopped. If Irvine was in the other bed then she knew by process of elimination who's arm was wrapped around her. Everything in her wanted to scream. She wanted to jump up and slap Seifer in his sleep. She wanted to run, she wanted to cry, she wanted to ride a mythical pony. She wanted to do anything at that moment if it didn't involve her being in that bed, yet all she could do was freeze, wide eyed in horror.

The warmth behind her began to move again as something began to protrude against the lower regions of her back side. Knowing it was best to stay quiet, she pressed her hand to her mouth to suppress a scream. It was obviously morning time for Seifer, yet Selphie wasn't going to let that give her away. She watched Irvine as he stayed in one position, hand to his face. Judging by the immobility he displayed, he was obviously falling back asleep while sitting up. Fed up with fighting his hangover, Irvine dropped back down into the bed and covered his head with the blankets, never surveying his surroundings. A few seconds passed and a low rumble of a snore could be heard, radiating from his bed.

Selphie knew this was her chance. She lunged forward to escape from the bed, yet as she did Seifer pulled her back into him while half asleep.

"Don't leave, Rinoa, you feel so good." Murmured Seifer's low voice. At the sound of his growling voice, Selphie blushed a bright red, yet pulled out of his muscular arms and turned to face him in the bed. As he began to pull her closer, eyes still closed, Selphie panicked and slapped him across the face. With a jolt, Seifer grabbed his cheek and slowly opened his eyes, disoriented.

"What the hell was that for?" He growled, obviously wanting to yell, yet lacking the strength to.

"What did we do last night?" whispered Selphie in a desperately furious tone.

"What the hell are you talking about? We didn't do anything." He said.

"Look at us!" She whispered as she thrust the blankets into the air revealing their bodies; Selphie in her bra and panties, and Seifer in a loose pair of boxers obviously concealing his involuntary morning excitement.

Seifer looked down into the covers just to gaze yet caught himself eyeing and then staring at Selphie's body. She softly smacked his cheek to get his attention and he looked back up at her with the most serious and genuinely concerned face Seifer has ever given anyone. The only think he could think to say was,

"Oh, shit."

End of Chapter 4

I would like to start off by doing the disclaimer thing. I don't own FF8 chars. Yay, that's done.

And, secondly if you haven't noticed, it's been five years between this chapter and the last. I am a new person, with a different writing style and sadly, I do not remember the direction I was taking this abandoned fan fiction.

Yet all hope is not lost. I will try to conclude the fic for all of you [non-existent] fans out there… or maybe just for my sanity, so hold on tight.

With me being five years older, the characters and situations of this story will grow five years older in nature, too. Writing about 17 year olds while I was 16 has now turned into a 21 year old trying to recall the teen years of characters that I can hardly recall. In which case, don't be surprised if they seem 22 to you.

Thank you for anyone who reads this chapter and my long forgotten story. I'll give a shout out to any and everybody that posts a review on this chapter. (even though I predict that never happening), sorry for letting life kill my work . its shall live again!

-B