Author's Note: Hi everyone! ^^ I thought you might've given up by now since I haven't updated in a long time…. But I got depressed and stopped writing for a while… anyways… enjoy! Oh yea… I don't own anything.

Chapter 5: Bad Day

Quistis stood in front of Irvine's doorway. She had searched half of the Garden looking for Selphie. She wasn't in the library, or the training center, or the infirmary with the doctor, or in her room, or the quad. Irvine's was the last place Quistis had thought of, but considering that the two of them were still friends after the breakup – and the fact that she doesn't have the key to anyone else's place – she should be here.

'Ding dong'

Irvine opened the door a crack and smiled at her. "Hi Quistis."

"Hi!" Quistis greeted quickly, and then pushed the door open. Irvine kept his foot in place and blocked the doorway.

"Hey.. what's wrong Quistis?" Irvine asked. Quistis stood on top of her tiptoes and tried to look over both of Irvine's shoulders. Irvine copied her movements.

"Irvine!" Quistis exclaimed, exasperated. "Stop that!"

"Why?" Irvine questioned. Quistis glared at his amused expression and tried not to push him.

"Because!" Quistis sighed. "I need to see something!"

"My place is a mess, I'll tell you if what you want is in there."

"Fine!" Quistis threw up her hands. "Is Selphie in there?"

"Um.." He pretended to be in deep thought and looked over his shoulders. "Nope! Wrong room!" Irvine grinned good bye and closed the door. Quistis stuck her foot in the doorway.

"You're a great actor. Lemme in!"

"Complimenting me won't get you anywhere Quistis, especially not a sarcastic one." Irvine said, but let her in anyways.

Irvine's room was always a mess. There were magazines about guns and dirty magazines on the floor, mixed along with clothes; infact, some clothes weren't even his. Quistis ignored the voices that told her how those got there and opened up his closet.

More clothes fell out, along with more magazines, a few books, a tightly secured wooden box that missed her head, and a bunch of coat hangers. On the bottom of the closet was a bottle of soap detergent for clothes, a box of -- what else? – condoms, and also a spare cowboy hat. Quistis slammed the closet shut and walked over to the bed and flipped over the blankets, then she looked under the bed. Nothing.

Scowling, Quistis made her way to the kitchen. Irvine smiled in amusement and followed her. Quistis looked in the huge closet for dishes at the end of the kitchen, in cupboards, and even in the oven.

"Quisty, Selphie's not that small." Irvine grinned. Quistis frowned and pushed past her to the bedroom again.

There was Selphie, trying to sneak out of the bedroom through the windows. She had came from the top of the closet and didn't see Quistis until she calmly tapped her on her back. Selphie whipped around and screamed.

"He – hello Quisty!" Selphie squeaked.

Quistis smiled. "Hello Selphie, can I ask you a question?"

"What?" She squealed.

"WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING WHEN YOU TOLD THE WHOLE GARDEN THAT I WAS DATING SEIFER?!" Quistis yelled.

Selphie whimpered and took a step back. She had never seen Quistis this mad before, Quistis had always seemed to be the calm and cool one, so calm and cool that some said she was cold and heartless. Selphie never believed it, but the look Quistis had in her eyes now made Selphie think otherwise.

"I didn't mean to!" Selphie whined in a whisper. "I was telling Rinoa and then this nosy girl came by and she looked at me funny and asked me what I was talking about and when I said nothing she went away really really fast!"

Quistis sighed in frustration. So it wasn't her fault, but that didn't mean she wasn't mad.

"What made you think that I was dating Seifer in the first place?!"

"You told me!" Selphie defended, "I saw Seifer trying to kiss you and when I ask you said yes!"

"I didn't say that!" Quistis exploded again. Selphie backed up and hit the wall. "I would never say that! I'm not dating Seifer, I never will, and I never did!!"

Selphie managed a soft 'o', and stared up at the other woman, who seemed to be debating whether or not to hit something. She turned around and left in a hurry. Selphie slide down the wall and sighed. She looked up over to a still grinning Irvine, and glared at him.

"What? What?" Irvine asked.

"Great protector you are! You almost had me killed!" Selphie exclaimed.

"Hey! I didn't think she was going to kill you – and she didn't!" Irvine pointed out and headed to his closet to stack everything back in.

"Hmpt!" Selphie sniffled childishly and got up to sit on the bed. The hyperactive girl grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. Irvine looked up and smiled sympathetically at her.

"Scared?"

"Yes! *sniff sniff* I didn't think Quistis could be so mean!"

Irvine sat down next to her and gave her a friendly hug. "Aw… don't worry 'bout it. She was just mad that's all, if I was paired up with Seifer I would be too!" Selphie gave him a weird look. "No! not like that! If I were a girl!" Another weird look. "Don't do that! I'm trying to cheer you up!"

Selphie sighed. "I hope she doesn't stay too mad at me…"

~*~

Quistis banged open the doorway to her room. Seifer was there, sitting on the table, watching TV. She tapped her foot against the floor a few times and stood with her hands on her hips. Seifer ignored her, and reached over to grab the glass of water instead, but Quistis knew he saw her there, and was only trying to irritate her.

"Seifer! Get off the table! I eat on that table!"

Seifer turned towards her and smirked. "What? I didn't do anything on your table.. yet…."

Quistis felt like she was going to explode. 'Too much happening in one day.. this is not good…'

"Go back to your room Seifer." She said calmly.

"Why? Seifer asked. "Aren't I sick?"

'Yes you are! Mentally! But I can't do anything about that now can I?!' Quistis said in her head, and replied out loud, "No, you can go now. I don't think going to your room is going to get you sick again."

"So? I like it here."

"This is my room!" She exclaimed. "Get out of here!"

"But I will get worst!" He whined. "I'm gonna get a high fever and burn up like crazy!"

"You will not!"

"Alright, maybe not me, but you will. Think of what you'll do without me here to take care of you!"

"What?!"

"I coughed on you, remember?"

"So you weren't delirious!" Quistis cried.

"Not completely." Seifer stated, then got up. He turned off the TV and walked toward her. He paused by the door and turned around. "There's still some medicine left in your kitchen."

Then he left.

Quistis sighed and collapsed on her bed. She didn't want to see him anytime soon, she had enough. Quistis rolled over and stared at the clock. Exactly 2 o'clock.

'I'll just take a nap…and then.. and then.. maybe everyone will forget about me and Seifer in time….'

Seifer sat on his bed looking at his Hyperion. It was rustic looking, and no longer bored the shinny metallic luster it once had. It was stained with blood, something that could be washed off, and it was.. well, old looking. He sighed. His closet friend beside Fuijin and Raijin, someone who had helped him in battle, defended him. Seifer felt a bit guilty. He had promised himself he would fix it up as soon as possible, and that was when he had gone to the city that time, because he needed to get polisher for his gunblade. But then he never did get to the store since he went out so late, and then came Quistis and her purse, and he just forgot it.

'Damn Quistis' purse! Let's hope it was valuable.'

He sighed and placed it back inside its case. Maybe he could go run and get it today, or maybe he could borrow from someone. 'As if anyone would lend you anything.' Seifer scoffed, 'and the only one here with a gunblade is me and puberty boy. Good luck getting him to get you anything'

Seifer thought about his gunblade, all old and rusty in its case, and hit the wall, hard.

To his surprise, the wall gave a light scream, and a thump.

'Huh? Trepe?' Seifer opened his door and went over, he knocked softly on Quistis' door.

'Hey! Instructor?" Seifer called out. No one answered him.

Seifer turned the doorknob, and found it unlocked. He walked in to find a sluggish Quistis on the floor. Her hair was messed up and she didn't look like she knew where she was. Seifer laughed and picked her up.

"I scared you didn't I?" He smirked. Quistis shook her head and stared blankly at him.

"What?" She asked confusedly. She shook her head a little and stood up wobbly. "Sorry, I'll go back to my room now……."

Seifer stared at her wild blank eyes and shook his head. He gave her a push onto the bed and fetched a glass of water. He looked around the kitchen cabinet and spotted the glasses – along with bags of medicine. He made a grab for them and studied the label.

'Sleeping pills…. aspirin…. … anti-depression pills? What the hell are these?' Seifer walked back to the small living room.

"Here." He handed her the glass of water and sat down next to her. She murmured something and took it.

"So. You awake yet?"

She nodded.

"Good." Seifer stood up. "I'll be going now. See ya Instructor."

She gave a little nod and set the glass on the table. He opened the door and scowled at he people crowded around who stared back at him accusingly. Suddenly, he grinned.

"I'll pick you tomorrow for breakfast ok honey? You get some sleep now.. I hope I didn't tire you out too much." He smirked, and closed the door just as Quistis looked up at him with a wide eyes glare. As he turned around and ignored the group of gaping audience, he heard another thump as an object hit the door where he would have been, and shattered.

Ok, this chapter was… um… pointless…. -_- … I won't force you to review.. but if you do, THANK YOU!!!