The sun shined beautifully that Saturday morning, it's rays of light reflecting on the beautiful Garden of Balamb. It had been months since the incident and everything had gone back to normal, except for some minor changes.
Irvine Kinneas slowly pulled the plain white sheets over his head, shielding the brightness from the half open blinds.
It was a Saturday, one of his most favorite days of the week. Or maybe it was only his favorite because of all the dates he had booked that night. Irvine was still Irvine. But since the transfer to Balamb, he was even better known as the greatest 'shooter' in Garden History.
And of course, he didn't mind the attention the young ladies gave him.
It was probably more than he ever wanted. The door slowly crept open, as tiptoes silently ran across the narrow room. Selphie Tilmitt's head slowly peeked out at the Sleeping Irvine. She loved to bother him in the mornings. It was probably his worst time of day.
She slowly pulled at the sheets, her short brown hair bouncing up and down as it usually would. Irvine groaned at this sudden movement, but didn't bother to see who it was.
"IRVINE! Wake up, Sleepy Head, everyone's waiting at breakfast!" she yelled into his ear, happily. Selphie quickly made her way to the window and pulled at the blinds. Causing the many rays of light entering into the dark room. Irvine lifted his head out of his blanket with an irritated expression upon his face. His long dark brown hair rested on his slender shoulders as he pulled himself up halfway.
"Selphe, would you please, and I mean please, stop bothering me every damn morning?" was all that came out of his mouth. She pouted and looked at him with that very same look that Selphie knew always got to him. Irvine sighed, slowly pulling himself out of the bed.
Night had descended into reaching Balamb Garden. Yet, everything had gotten pretty quiet after dinner. He sat still, in the darkness of his room. Remembering things that he had much left behind....those thoughts had always quivered in the lonesome Irvine. Eventhough, most of the time, they were often brushed off and hidden somewhere deep inside. He never thought anyone, not even Selphie would understand him.
It was something one would have to adjust to., even if it meant being someone else. But that wasn't him at all. Most of the times, he would much rather spend his time, having a nice talk with Matron. Although,, she wasn't his birth mother. She was always one at heart. But even discussing such things with Matron, only took Irvine's mind off of it for a brief moment. But by night, it would always come back to haunt him.
Everyone thought he was just a guy who was never serious, even upon his lookes. The girls loved Irvine...but why now? He sat in his room, questioning every bit of what had happened and what was now reality, or so it seemed.
Just months ago, he was nothing but a lonely guy whom everyone misunderstood in many ways. But now they were all over him, maybe it was only because of the immense reputation that the SeeDs had now had. Or maybe it was nothing, but lies.....
Irvine Kinneas slowly pulled the plain white sheets over his head, shielding the brightness from the half open blinds.
It was a Saturday, one of his most favorite days of the week. Or maybe it was only his favorite because of all the dates he had booked that night. Irvine was still Irvine. But since the transfer to Balamb, he was even better known as the greatest 'shooter' in Garden History.
And of course, he didn't mind the attention the young ladies gave him.
It was probably more than he ever wanted. The door slowly crept open, as tiptoes silently ran across the narrow room. Selphie Tilmitt's head slowly peeked out at the Sleeping Irvine. She loved to bother him in the mornings. It was probably his worst time of day.
She slowly pulled at the sheets, her short brown hair bouncing up and down as it usually would. Irvine groaned at this sudden movement, but didn't bother to see who it was.
"IRVINE! Wake up, Sleepy Head, everyone's waiting at breakfast!" she yelled into his ear, happily. Selphie quickly made her way to the window and pulled at the blinds. Causing the many rays of light entering into the dark room. Irvine lifted his head out of his blanket with an irritated expression upon his face. His long dark brown hair rested on his slender shoulders as he pulled himself up halfway.
"Selphe, would you please, and I mean please, stop bothering me every damn morning?" was all that came out of his mouth. She pouted and looked at him with that very same look that Selphie knew always got to him. Irvine sighed, slowly pulling himself out of the bed.
Night had descended into reaching Balamb Garden. Yet, everything had gotten pretty quiet after dinner. He sat still, in the darkness of his room. Remembering things that he had much left behind....those thoughts had always quivered in the lonesome Irvine. Eventhough, most of the time, they were often brushed off and hidden somewhere deep inside. He never thought anyone, not even Selphie would understand him.
It was something one would have to adjust to., even if it meant being someone else. But that wasn't him at all. Most of the times, he would much rather spend his time, having a nice talk with Matron. Although,, she wasn't his birth mother. She was always one at heart. But even discussing such things with Matron, only took Irvine's mind off of it for a brief moment. But by night, it would always come back to haunt him.
Everyone thought he was just a guy who was never serious, even upon his lookes. The girls loved Irvine...but why now? He sat in his room, questioning every bit of what had happened and what was now reality, or so it seemed.
Just months ago, he was nothing but a lonely guy whom everyone misunderstood in many ways. But now they were all over him, maybe it was only because of the immense reputation that the SeeDs had now had. Or maybe it was nothing, but lies.....