**Disclaimer** Oh, yeah I own FF8. and I'm known for my sarcasm.
**Author's Note** Ok, is it just me or is something wrong? You know when you put 'dot dot dot' in you're stories and it like. shows up??? That's not working for me anymore. like the poem in the last chapter. there were a lot of dot dot dots!!! But, they didn't show up! It's been like that in a lot of my writing. Is it just me or is everyone else experiencing the same problem??? I hope this story isn't a flop. I just pulled it out of thin air one day. Enjoy the second chapter. (Squall's POV)
Sitting at the bar. . . That was my usual night. . . Every night. Usually, I'd be at the bar with Seifer. We'd both just turned 21, so it was finally legal. Not that being underage ever stopped us before.
Seifer had been drifting away from me recently. Not that I cared. We both just knew we were together for the sex. And the image. I was pretty popular after saving the world, and so was Seifer for being the bad guy.
Not that I'm one to care about image.
I sipped my drink. . . just because you don't care about someone doesn't mean you can't be curious as to what they were up to. Curiosity. . . now this was a new feeling. Maybe I'd do something to feed this new hunger. . . I needed information.
I put my drink down. If I wanted to find something out, I'd better do it while I still wanted to. I tend to change my mind. . . quickly.
Grabbing my leather jacket, my favorite possession besides Lionheart, I left Balamb Bar.
How many drinks did I have? Was I ok to drive? Too late now. . . the car has been started. . . I'm driving to garden. . .
Why is the road so blurry? Why is everyone blaring their horns at me? I'm on the right side of the road. . . I think.
My head is swimming. . . I think I did have a bit much to drink. I hope I make it to Garden ok. I don't trust myself. I think I'd better stop the car and get out.
So I did. It's currently parked in one of the forests. Maybe when I care, I'll go get it one day. That is, if the T- Rexaurs don't get it first. They have a habit of tearing things up, if you haven't heard.
The walk back to Garden wasn't bad, considering it was around two in the morning. Slicing bite bugs along the way has always been a sick pleasure of mine. Just like catching people doing things they shouldn't. I wonder what I'll find Seifer doing. . . and with who.
Or maybe I'm just paranoid. Like always.
Seifer was probably sleeping in his dorm. Why should I care anyway? We're going to break up sometime very soon. So it wouldn't matter.
Even if he was, and still is seeing someone behind my back, it wouldn't be anything new. Hell, Rinoa had done it so many times I think I lost count. But she's long gone now. I never liked her.
It didn't matter if Seifer was or wasn't seeing someone else. Right now, I'm ready for anything.
And with that thought, I walked right into the quad.
It was seemingly quiet in Garden, everyone in bed. I never obeyed curfew. Saving the world had given me a few advantages.
I advanced to the dormitories, the hall monitors nodding respectfully as I passed. Seifer's dorm was one of the farthest to the back. . . one of the farthest away from mine. I wonder if he liked it that way. He probably did.
Seifer had given me his keycard way back when we first started going out. It was so that he didn't have to get up and unlock the door when he called in the middle of the night. . . horny teenagers.
I didn't mind letting Seifer use my body for his own purposes. I didn't really care. Hell, I still don't.
I think that's why I'm here. . . for Seifer's pleasure. . . to obey his every command. Kinda romantic if you think about it.
Come to think of it. . . I am Seifer's slave. I do whatever he asks of me. . . without saying anything. But that's how its always been. I never talk to anyone really.
I slid the keycard through the slot and the door opened. I was prepared to see whatever I was going to see.
**Author's Note** Ok, is it just me or is something wrong? You know when you put 'dot dot dot' in you're stories and it like. shows up??? That's not working for me anymore. like the poem in the last chapter. there were a lot of dot dot dots!!! But, they didn't show up! It's been like that in a lot of my writing. Is it just me or is everyone else experiencing the same problem??? I hope this story isn't a flop. I just pulled it out of thin air one day. Enjoy the second chapter. (Squall's POV)
Sitting at the bar. . . That was my usual night. . . Every night. Usually, I'd be at the bar with Seifer. We'd both just turned 21, so it was finally legal. Not that being underage ever stopped us before.
Seifer had been drifting away from me recently. Not that I cared. We both just knew we were together for the sex. And the image. I was pretty popular after saving the world, and so was Seifer for being the bad guy.
Not that I'm one to care about image.
I sipped my drink. . . just because you don't care about someone doesn't mean you can't be curious as to what they were up to. Curiosity. . . now this was a new feeling. Maybe I'd do something to feed this new hunger. . . I needed information.
I put my drink down. If I wanted to find something out, I'd better do it while I still wanted to. I tend to change my mind. . . quickly.
Grabbing my leather jacket, my favorite possession besides Lionheart, I left Balamb Bar.
How many drinks did I have? Was I ok to drive? Too late now. . . the car has been started. . . I'm driving to garden. . .
Why is the road so blurry? Why is everyone blaring their horns at me? I'm on the right side of the road. . . I think.
My head is swimming. . . I think I did have a bit much to drink. I hope I make it to Garden ok. I don't trust myself. I think I'd better stop the car and get out.
So I did. It's currently parked in one of the forests. Maybe when I care, I'll go get it one day. That is, if the T- Rexaurs don't get it first. They have a habit of tearing things up, if you haven't heard.
The walk back to Garden wasn't bad, considering it was around two in the morning. Slicing bite bugs along the way has always been a sick pleasure of mine. Just like catching people doing things they shouldn't. I wonder what I'll find Seifer doing. . . and with who.
Or maybe I'm just paranoid. Like always.
Seifer was probably sleeping in his dorm. Why should I care anyway? We're going to break up sometime very soon. So it wouldn't matter.
Even if he was, and still is seeing someone behind my back, it wouldn't be anything new. Hell, Rinoa had done it so many times I think I lost count. But she's long gone now. I never liked her.
It didn't matter if Seifer was or wasn't seeing someone else. Right now, I'm ready for anything.
And with that thought, I walked right into the quad.
It was seemingly quiet in Garden, everyone in bed. I never obeyed curfew. Saving the world had given me a few advantages.
I advanced to the dormitories, the hall monitors nodding respectfully as I passed. Seifer's dorm was one of the farthest to the back. . . one of the farthest away from mine. I wonder if he liked it that way. He probably did.
Seifer had given me his keycard way back when we first started going out. It was so that he didn't have to get up and unlock the door when he called in the middle of the night. . . horny teenagers.
I didn't mind letting Seifer use my body for his own purposes. I didn't really care. Hell, I still don't.
I think that's why I'm here. . . for Seifer's pleasure. . . to obey his every command. Kinda romantic if you think about it.
Come to think of it. . . I am Seifer's slave. I do whatever he asks of me. . . without saying anything. But that's how its always been. I never talk to anyone really.
I slid the keycard through the slot and the door opened. I was prepared to see whatever I was going to see.