Trickle - 4 - Stars

[I could've walked around him in 300 circles and never get dizzy, only happier.]

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After he got his breakfast and I got my coffee, we walked around the school 3 times, talking about the most meaningless things. It was strange; most of my conversations with people have been really empty lately. But this "information-less" talk with Seifer was probably one of the most meaningful I've ever had.

Of course, he didn't really have to say anything. All he would have to do is look directly at me and I would feel like I'm ready to take on the world.

He explained to me how he got caught walking from the "Restricted Area" last night, so they sent guards there to patrol the area and stop any other intruders. It really pissed him off. I could tell by his use of words when describing the guards. "Assholes, sons of bitches."

It made me kind of mad too; I was really hoping I could see it with him.

I was floating on cloud nine. Things were so perfect. He actually wanted to spend time with me. I could've walked around him in 300 circles and never get dizzy, only happier.

Why did I feel this way about him? What's so special about him? Maybe it's because I can now see hat he actually is alive. He feels, he hurts, he just doesn't show it as much as other people do.

My feeling of strength and courage to finally tell him everything disappeared when we were approached by Rajin and Fujin, who claimed that they had learned some new battle moves and wanted to practice them with Seifer.

Ha! I finally got him to open up. He's talking to me about everything on his mind. Do you think he's going to leave to practice some "battle moves"?

Yeah, that's exactly what he did.

He just smiled at me, waved goodbye and walked off with them.

What the hell?

I stood there in front of the training center, still holding my now cold cup of coffee. I was hoping he would run back out and apologize, begging me to forgive him for such poor manners.

He didn't.

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At 9:14 p.m. most of the SeeDs were piling into the building; excited and jumpy, with their hair matted to their heads and dust caked onto their uniforms. Some, which were suffering from minor cuts and scratches lined up in front of the infirmary.

I quickly ducked from some of the SeeDs who were in a hugging frenzy with their girlfriends and boyfriends in the hall and entered my room.

I was surprised when I noticed how clean those three had left it. Everything was in such perfect order; even my pillows seemed to look fluffier than they usually do.

After Seifer left, I spent most of my time sitting in the library; talking to some students I used to have. Asking them how things were in life and noticed that everyone was having such a grand time except me.

The intercom on my dorm wall beeped, meaning there was an incoming message to everyone in the building.

"Hello there!"

A cheery female voice sounded out. It wasn't Selphie.

"We would like to congratulate and welcome back the SeeDs who did a great job following directions and working under extreme pressure during the field exam!"

She clapped her hands in front of the microphone and in the background I could hear some other people in the room letting out a couple of muffled sounding "Hoorays!" and "Woo-Hoo's!"

"So, on behalf of the Garden Festival Committee and me, we will be hosting our 2nd SeeD ball of the year, tomorrow night at 6:30 p.m. If you need anymore information or you would like to help out with decorating, please speak to any members from the Committee. That is all and once again..."

All the people in the room with the female speaker take deep breaths and scream into the microphone.

"...CONGRATULATIONS SeeDS!"

Outside of my door, I can hear everyone cheering happily and loudly.

Oh god, another ball?

I sat down and rested my head on my desk.

I really should be getting to sleep. There's no point in going outside and waiting for Seifer to show me his great "Secret Hide-out". Besides, if I know Seifer as well as I think I do, he's probably still in the Training Center. Either that or he was in his room; polishing his Gunblade and cussing about the SeeD ball.

I laughed at the thought of him sitting in a chair, with his boxers on and a wet rag. Scrubbing away furiously at the piece of metal saying something like "Damn SeeD balls are so pointless."

I walked over and settled into my bed.

Oh how I would love to see something like that.

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[I've been crossed, like a river between you and I. Now I am wondering why I can't remember your name. I can't remember.]
- Vixtrola