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Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine *heavy sigh* they all belong to Squaresoft *cheers*, so none of them are mine *heavy sigh*.
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Dance Dance Fantasy!
By Binkari
Chapter 7: The Aftermath
Squall sat on his bed, his azure eyes wandering the room. He looked at his gunblade, to his desk, which was littered with papers, and back to the window. It had been 2 days since the talent show, and everyone was regaining their dignity. Selphie said the show was absolutely marvelous, even when Nida was trying to act like Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic. Squall had to admit that some of the acts were clever, like the Trepies trying to dress up as one big Quistis. He couldn't help but smile after remembering the look on poor Quisty's face when she saw them.
The phone rang. Reaching over ever so slowly, Squall lifted the receiver and pressed it to his ear. He was greeted with the voice of Rinoa, "SQUALL!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL SELPHIE TO LET ME DANCE?! I HATE YOU RIGHT NOW! YOU BIG...POO POO HEAD! Y'know what?! You didn't even dance that well! All you did was walk around the stage like a big...POO POO HEAD and do what you did! That's sooooo stupid! You big...POO POO HE--"
Catching on (rather slowly...), Squall reached over for the plastic wrapper of a piece of candy he had had earlier. Crinkling and rubbing it against the bottom of the phone, Squall replied in erratic voice, "Rinoa...this...sta...tic is he...ll! I'll talk to yo...u...later...al..l right?!"
"Squall! You're not fooling me with that candy wrapper gig! Why, I remember when you tried that on Quistis when you wanted to get lazy and not go to the training last week! You did that when you had to talk to my dad...and it wasn't even on the phone! All you did was rub the wrapper against your li--"
He grumbled, "...Whatever." Then, Squall stopped her, "Rinoa! I think I'm...I think I'm..ack! The phone's slipping out of my hands an--" he placed the phone back down on its hook and leaned back, satisfied with his elusiveness.
Just then the phone rang again, Squall leaned back and waited for the answering machine to get it. Finally, her heard the click and the tape being recording, "SQUALL! I know you're there! Answer me! That's it, we are sooooooooo over! Take that, you big...POO POO HEAD!" Click.
Shrugging his shoulders, Squall turned back to meditating in his room. Suddenly, there was a crisp knock on the door. Hobbling over to the door, Squall opened it just a crack and was greeted with a shoulder. It was clad in a gray sleeve with a red cross stained into it in blood red. It could be none other than..."Yo, puberty boy."
Seifer.
"Tilmitt wants u--you at the quad. Go now before she starts tee-heeing her way over here."
Nodding, Squall closed the door behind him. He felt Seifer smirking evilly from the back, but paid no heed to it. Making his way over to the quad, he saw the rest of the talent show gang sitting along the stage. Zell was holding a grand old conversation with a light, but threw his hot dog at it when it apparently made a subtle insult of his mother's cooking.
"...." Squall grumbled as he sat down next to Quistis, "Where's Rinoa?"
"She was on the balcony. So I figured that I could go get a hot dog and when I came back she was...well, not on the balcony," Zell explained.
"For the last time, I didn't do it!" Quistis bursted out. She sat back down quickly as everyone turned to her and looked at her oddly.
"...Whatever."
"Teehee! The talent show was great, you guys! Even if some of us couldn't dance! I reserved a spot for us in the NEXT show. So get ready!" Selphie jeered.
Everyone's eyes widened to was resembled a dinner plate. Selphie nodded gleefully. She turned around to gather up the costumes she had prepared, "Now, I'm pretty sure all of your have stopped growing, but just in case, I made these costumes a size larger so it won't be too small for the next sho--guys? Girls? People...?" The once cheerful girl stood there, dumbfounded at the empty quad.
Just then, Zell jumped out of the bushes, scaring the living daylights out of Selphie as he picked something out of the light, "Forgot my hot dog." Nodding quickly, he jumped back into the bushes, leaving Selphie, once again, alone and confused.
Selphie grumbled under her breath, "For once, I wish Irvine was here to cuddle me."
As if he read her mind, Irvine ran in, arms open, "C'mere baby!"
She grinned, "You're always here to dance!"
Hearing this, Irvine kept running and ran straight through the bushes. Suddenly, the whole stage fell over as Selphie soon found it was just made of cardboard! The foam birds fell from the skys as the pixelated tree broke down. Looking about, scared, Selphie heard a voice, "Whoops, forgot to fix that glitch."
Yelling to the Squaresoft employee, Selphie screeched, "You could have at least waited until AFTER the fanfic, AFTER!"
"Sorry." whimpers the employee as he used his spiffy computer program to put everything back together.
===And that's the end of that chapter! ^^;===
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine *heavy sigh* they all belong to Squaresoft *cheers*, so none of them are mine *heavy sigh*.
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Dance Dance Fantasy!
By Binkari
Chapter 7: The Aftermath
Squall sat on his bed, his azure eyes wandering the room. He looked at his gunblade, to his desk, which was littered with papers, and back to the window. It had been 2 days since the talent show, and everyone was regaining their dignity. Selphie said the show was absolutely marvelous, even when Nida was trying to act like Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic. Squall had to admit that some of the acts were clever, like the Trepies trying to dress up as one big Quistis. He couldn't help but smile after remembering the look on poor Quisty's face when she saw them.
The phone rang. Reaching over ever so slowly, Squall lifted the receiver and pressed it to his ear. He was greeted with the voice of Rinoa, "SQUALL!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL SELPHIE TO LET ME DANCE?! I HATE YOU RIGHT NOW! YOU BIG...POO POO HEAD! Y'know what?! You didn't even dance that well! All you did was walk around the stage like a big...POO POO HEAD and do what you did! That's sooooo stupid! You big...POO POO HE--"
Catching on (rather slowly...), Squall reached over for the plastic wrapper of a piece of candy he had had earlier. Crinkling and rubbing it against the bottom of the phone, Squall replied in erratic voice, "Rinoa...this...sta...tic is he...ll! I'll talk to yo...u...later...al..l right?!"
"Squall! You're not fooling me with that candy wrapper gig! Why, I remember when you tried that on Quistis when you wanted to get lazy and not go to the training last week! You did that when you had to talk to my dad...and it wasn't even on the phone! All you did was rub the wrapper against your li--"
He grumbled, "...Whatever." Then, Squall stopped her, "Rinoa! I think I'm...I think I'm..ack! The phone's slipping out of my hands an--" he placed the phone back down on its hook and leaned back, satisfied with his elusiveness.
Just then the phone rang again, Squall leaned back and waited for the answering machine to get it. Finally, her heard the click and the tape being recording, "SQUALL! I know you're there! Answer me! That's it, we are sooooooooo over! Take that, you big...POO POO HEAD!" Click.
Shrugging his shoulders, Squall turned back to meditating in his room. Suddenly, there was a crisp knock on the door. Hobbling over to the door, Squall opened it just a crack and was greeted with a shoulder. It was clad in a gray sleeve with a red cross stained into it in blood red. It could be none other than..."Yo, puberty boy."
Seifer.
"Tilmitt wants u--you at the quad. Go now before she starts tee-heeing her way over here."
Nodding, Squall closed the door behind him. He felt Seifer smirking evilly from the back, but paid no heed to it. Making his way over to the quad, he saw the rest of the talent show gang sitting along the stage. Zell was holding a grand old conversation with a light, but threw his hot dog at it when it apparently made a subtle insult of his mother's cooking.
"...." Squall grumbled as he sat down next to Quistis, "Where's Rinoa?"
"She was on the balcony. So I figured that I could go get a hot dog and when I came back she was...well, not on the balcony," Zell explained.
"For the last time, I didn't do it!" Quistis bursted out. She sat back down quickly as everyone turned to her and looked at her oddly.
"...Whatever."
"Teehee! The talent show was great, you guys! Even if some of us couldn't dance! I reserved a spot for us in the NEXT show. So get ready!" Selphie jeered.
Everyone's eyes widened to was resembled a dinner plate. Selphie nodded gleefully. She turned around to gather up the costumes she had prepared, "Now, I'm pretty sure all of your have stopped growing, but just in case, I made these costumes a size larger so it won't be too small for the next sho--guys? Girls? People...?" The once cheerful girl stood there, dumbfounded at the empty quad.
Just then, Zell jumped out of the bushes, scaring the living daylights out of Selphie as he picked something out of the light, "Forgot my hot dog." Nodding quickly, he jumped back into the bushes, leaving Selphie, once again, alone and confused.
Selphie grumbled under her breath, "For once, I wish Irvine was here to cuddle me."
As if he read her mind, Irvine ran in, arms open, "C'mere baby!"
She grinned, "You're always here to dance!"
Hearing this, Irvine kept running and ran straight through the bushes. Suddenly, the whole stage fell over as Selphie soon found it was just made of cardboard! The foam birds fell from the skys as the pixelated tree broke down. Looking about, scared, Selphie heard a voice, "Whoops, forgot to fix that glitch."
Yelling to the Squaresoft employee, Selphie screeched, "You could have at least waited until AFTER the fanfic, AFTER!"
"Sorry." whimpers the employee as he used his spiffy computer program to put everything back together.
===And that's the end of that chapter! ^^;===