Outcast XI

Squall sat up as he woke up suddenly. He had slept in his lover's bed the night before in a vain attempt to feel closer to him. As he opened his eyes, he turned and looked at the other side of the bed. His heart sank when he saw that it was empty.

"Seifer…" He said quietly, the volume weighed down by exhaustion and sorrow.

He shook his head, trying to wake himself up. He stood and stumbled into the bathroom. As he closed the door behind him, he leaned his head on the wall, trying not to think the worst.

Seifer opened the dorm room door quietly and poked his head in. He was sorry to see that Squall wasn't still asleep in bed, but he figured that Squall had gone into the bathroom, not bothering to notice that Seifer wasn't in his bed.

Seifer quickly stripped off his clothes and jumped into bed. He pulled the covers over him and attempted to pretend that he was asleep.

What the Hell was I thinking last night? I mean, honestly, though, would Squall really care? We're not even in a committed relationship or anything like that, so I shouldn't worry about it. But I know he'd be pissed if he knew I stayed the night over there. Wouldn't he? I mean, wouldn't I be pissed off if he spent the night in someone else's bed? Hell, I'd be pissed off if he had sex with anyone else…I can't believe he even let me go. Maybe he's not as…stuck on me as I thought he was. I mean, that's a good thing, though, right? I mean, I'm NOT gay…I'm not—

Just then the bathroom door opened and Squall walked out. He looked at the lump in Seifer's bed with a raised eyebrow.

"Morning, Seifer." He said, seeing through the blonde's attempt to feign sleep.

"Hey…" Seifer said, turning around and meeting Squall's steel blue gaze.

"So…What did—" Squall started, but stopped before he could even finish the sentence. Part of him didn't want to know what had happened last night. And the other part of him desperately needed to know. For once, he tried not to let the desperate side of him win.

"What?" Seifer asked.

"Oh, nothing…" The brunette said passively, turning away from his lover and sitting down on his own bed.

"What time did you get in last night?" Squall asked, as he pulled shoes onto his feet, unable to look at his love's face.

"Oh, not too late…" Seifer lied, assuming he was correct and that Squall hadn't noticed his empty bed earlier. "We had a couple drinks and…then, I just came back here…Um, now my head hurts a bit, so I think I'll just stay here instead of going down to the cafeteria…"

Squall closed his eyes and paused in the middle of lacing up his shoes. If Seifer was lying to him, that only meant that the worst had happened.

Squall knew Seifer had spent the night with Quistis.

He could only hope that he hadn't shared his body with her the way he had shared it with him.

"Well…I'm just gonna run down and get some coffee…" Squall said, trying not to let tears cloud his vision.

"All right." Seifer said, turning away from the door. He couldn't look Squall in the face and lie to him.

Squall placed his hand on the doorknob and started to turn it.

"Hurry back…" Seifer said, still not turning to face him.

"Huh?" Squall asked, looking at Seifer's muscular back.

"I missed you last night…" The blonde said simply in explanation.

Squall nodded and headed out, closing the door behind him.

Now alone, Seifer sat up in bed. He buried his head in his hands and shook it harshly.

"Seifer, Seifer, Seifer…" He said to himself, "What the Hell have you done?"