Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story. Not the song, not the game, not the characters, not the little cheese crumb under Squall's mattress that's been there since last September, not the fleck of dust on the toothpick in Zell's pocket... NOTHING!!!!
Authors notes: The start of this chapter kinda sucks (it seemed funnier in my mind). I think it's cuz the idea of Squall doing anything weird is just, well... weird. But anyway, here it is.
Chapter 2
Zell looked at Quistis and calmly poured his rum all over her face. She woke up quickly, took another look at Squall, and almost fainted again. Squall stood there in the middle of the room, trying hard to keep his expression cold and emotionless. Finally, he hung his head in shame and said, "Ok, hurry up and laugh."
Selphie began to giggle, then chuckle, and then cracked up laughing. Pretty soon everyone was rolling on the floor in hysterics.
One the laughter had subsided, Seifer smirked. "I did you a favor and set up your audience," he told Squall, gesturing top the stuffed animals on the bed.
"Oh gee, thanks," Squall said sarcastically, looking more embarrassed than anyone had ever seen him, which wasn't actually all that embarrassed. "No prob," Seifer replied. Squall shot him a glare, then walked over to the CD player in the corner. He turned it on and put in a CD.
Everyone stared as Squall walked over and stood in front of his bed. The music started. It was a classical song, the kind you would hear at... "Oh god," Quistis gasped, "He's going to do ballet!" She was right, unfortunately. Squall rose up on his toes and spun around with his arms above his head, then went into a complicated pattern, filled with jumps, spins, and every disturbing dance move ever created. Surprisingly, he was actually pretty good. "Wow, he must seriously practice a lot," Irvine said in awe, "He's even better than I...... I mean.. what a freak." The music began to fade away, and everyone sighed in relief.
Squall bowed, then ran off to the bathroom as fast as he could, anxious to get out of the extremely uncomfortable thong. When he was out of sight, Rinoa snapped out of her shock and asked, "How did he learn to do...that?"
"Oh! I know!" Selphie exclaimed joyfully, "Remember when we had modern arts week and Squall was late, so he got stuck in Ballet?" She paused, "Hey wait, Irvy was there too!"
Irvine choked, "No I wasn't! Really! It was your imagination!" Just then Squall walked out, dressed in his boxers again. He kept his eyes on the floor, and prayed no one would bug him. But, of course, they did. "Hey Squall," Irvine laughed, "Where was your tutu? I can't believe Seifer walked in on you practicing ballet in front of a bunch of stuffed toys!"
"Shut up Kinneas," Squall growled, "I'm not the one who got the lead part in the recital. Why was that again?" he paused and looked Irvine straight in the eye, smirking, "Oh yeah," he continued, "No one else had the feminine grace you did." As Irvine tried to deny it, everyone laughed, but Seifer interrupted, "OK! It's not that big a deal that Irvine's a girl in disguise, we all knew it already. Can we get on with the game?"
"Good idea," Squall replied, "Seifer, truth or dare?" Seifer gulped, but replied, "Dare." He immediately regretted it. Squall had a look on his face which Seifer knew meant he was trying to think of the worst possible thing to make him do. After what seemed to Seifer like an hour, his rival smirked. "Call Cid and pretend to be in love with him. You don't need to say who you are, but you have to keep talking till I say you can stop."
Seifer shuddered, "GROSS! What's the consequence?" Squall held up the pink thong and smiled. Shuddering some more, Seifer picked up the phone, and began to dial the number.
"Wait," Squall said, pressing the hang up button on the phone, "He might have caller ID. Just to be safe, use your cell phone. He won't recognize the number."
Seifer nodded, feeling sick and took out his phone. He dialed Cid's office number, hoping with all his heart that the headmaster wouldn't be there. He wasn't so lucky.
The others listened as Seifer talked, "Hello Cid," he purred, "How are you sexy? What do you mean who is this? It's me of course, your honeybunch." All the girls began to giggle and held pillow over their faces to muffle the sound. Seifer continued, "You know who this is, you big sexy man. I wish I was there right now so I could kiss you and...." Seifer stopped in disbelief at what Squall was telling him to say. "Ew no!" he shouted, slamming down the phone.
"That was smart Seifer," Quistis commented, "He probably recognized your voice when you yelled." Seifer paled and downed three beers, one after the other, trying to wash away the memory of the phone call. Finally, he looked around and said, "OK, Chickenwuss, truth or Dare?"
"Don't call me that!" Zell shouted, and punched the air a few times, "And Dare. Nothing can be worse than what Squall did."
Seifer smiled, "Oh yeah, speaking of Squall... French him. And if you're wondering the consequence.." he held up the pink piece of clothing that would haunt them for the rest of their lives.
"Hey wait!" Squall objected, "Don't I get any say in this?" Quistis handed him the official truth or dare rule book, turned to page 168. "Crap." he muttered, and sighed in resignation of his fate.
End of CH.2
Author's Notes: Man I love these things, they're more fun to write than the fics. So anyway, what did you think? Like it? Love it? Think I should be locked up for writing it? Either way, review. But if you must criticize, do it in as childish a way as possible (lots of name calling please). Next chapter coming ASAP