((Hiiiii everyone! It's me! The stupidly funny, FlamingSmileyFace! I wrote gundam,slayers, and even a Gorillaz fic, but now, I'm going to return to where it all started……FINAL FANTASY 8! You'd better believe that. Since the holidays are coming up, and I can't friggin wait for my presents! ^o^ *Squee!* Here comes my story! Read and Review, but most of all, enjoy! Oh yeah, and to all those people who leave mean reviews on other people's stories, Who do you think you're kidding? It's not like saying one mean thing is gonna cause the author to cry uncontrollably until they take their story off! I mean, grow up! It's like that old saying, if you don't have anything nice to say, DON'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL!! But..on with the story!))

It's a Garden kinda Christmas!

As Selphie Tilmitt laid all strewn in her bed, thoughts of presents ran through her head(And various other verses) Suddenly, the shrill sound of her alarm, jolted her awake. So much so, that she flew off her bed completely, and onto her pink rug.
"ACK!" she cried, as she quickly stood and brushed herself off. Banging her fist on the alarm clock to shut it up, she sleepily walked to the closet, and donned her traditional garden uniform. ((Oi..I wonder where the showers in Garden are? Or do they walk to Balamb to bath? How…odd…)) As she brushed her hair quickly, a thought suddenly popped into her head.
"CHRISTMAAAAAAS!!" She yelled loudly, causing the walls to shake, and drop a few of her Ranma posters onto her bed. She quickly flung open her door, but reached her hand in to grab her Santa hat from off the hook by the door.
As she skipped through the halls, heading to her first class, she spotted Irvine. His arm draped above another young transfer student, Selphie grimaced, and grabbed his ear.
"OW! What're yah doin Sephie??" yelled Irvine, trailing behind her.
"Come along Irvine, we're going to be late!" said Selphie, smiling to herself.
"Ow…" mumbled Irvine, trying not to seem like any less of a man.
As they continued through the halls, Selphie noted how well the decorations were coming along. She had been asked to head the hall decorations, and help plan the party, a job that she was all to happy to accept, after that tragic happening at the Balamb Festival in the past year. When they reached the elevator, Selphie finally let go of Irvine's ear.
"Irvine, be a gentleman and push the up button please, we're going to be late!" said Selphie, crossing her arms as if to say "Yeah, and you better make it up to me for what you did!"
"Yes my queen!" laughed Irvine, as he reached for the button.
When they finally reached the class room (Just in time, I might add!) Selphie skipped to her back row seat next to Zell, and sat, turning on her desk in the process. (Squall suggested they sit in the back..he sat next to Rinoa, Selphie next to Zell, and Irvine next to random classmate number 3)
"Good morning class!" said Quistis, as the final bell rang, she approached the graphic board, and prepared to launch into another lecture. ((How'd she get her position back? Uhhhm…….wizards did it Oo)) "Today, we'll be studying advanced weapon techniques combined with guardian force attributes.."
Selphie began to nod off, as was customary at the beginning of class. ((Hey, she didn't have breakfast, give her a break!)) But she snapped back awake, when she saw a message pop up on her screen. It was from Rinoa and read:
"Wakey wakey!"
Selphie smiled, and typed back a quick response, and casually looked over at Zell's screen. She sweatdropped at the site of a rigorous Pong game going on. She whispered quietly to Zell,
"Oi, Zell, you do realize they monitor what we do on these things during class!"
When he didn't respond, she turned angrily and realized he was listening to a tiny headphone set. His face was set with intense concentration on the game of Pong, but she could see his mouth moving to the words of the song.
"Ain't happy….feelin glad…I got sunshine..ina bag.." were the words he lip synched. ((Okay, where did Gorillaz come from? I dunno, wizards did it dammit!))
Selphie tried desperately not to laugh, in between the intense determination of his pong game, and his lip synching of Clint Eastwood, she almost couldn't bear it! Deciding it would be best to let him finish, rather then risk his getting angry at her, and flooding her desktop with random pictures, she looked over at Irvine, to see what he was up to.
Granted, she couldn't see what he was looking at, she was able to figure out from the way his nose was bleeding, and the fact that he was drooling a tad. Her face turned red in anger, and she quickly typed in a code that Squall had taught her, she knew it would immediately pop onto Irvine's screen, and flood it with angry pictures of her. She smirked to herself as she saw his face go blank, then she turned back to her desktop. She decided to update her webpage, and have a small conversation with Rinoa, while Quistis finished up.
As she walked slowly out of the classroom, she was quickly pushed aside, by a blond lightning bolt.
"OI ZELL! WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA!" Yelled Selphie, as she stomped on his foot.
"AWOW!" yelled Zell, as he turned to face her.
"Why the HURRY?" asked Selphie, frowning.
"Holiday special in the cafeteria all this week! FREE HOTDOGS! Oh man..I gotta get down there!" said Zell, running in circles in the hallway.
"Ah, what was with the Pong in the classroom?" laughed Selphie.
"OH! It was the grand championship between me and Seifer. He said if I won, I could call HIM a chickenwuss all this month! Hah!" said Zell, clenching his fist.
"And you won I assume?" asked Selphie.
"Uhm." Muttered Zell, scratching the back of his head. "Gottagettothecafeteria!" he said quickly, as he took off down the hallway. Selphie shrugged, and waited for Rinoa to exit.
She grimaced for the second time, as she saw Seifer and the rest of the disciplinary group exit the classroom. She rolled her eyes, and wondered why they hadn't begun throwing roses out in front of him as he exited. She frowned as she saw him walking over to her.
"Heh! Talking to the disease kid again?" laughed Raijin.
"Eh?" said Selphie, rubbing her forehead.
"You know, the kid with that Chronic Falling Down disease!" laughed Raijin again.
"No,no, his name is Chickenwuss stupid!" Yelled Seifer. "So, you're planning the holiday party eh?"
"EGGNOG!" yelled Fujin.
Selphie raised an eyebrow at the girl with an eyepatch, and turned back to Seifer.
"Yeah, any musical requests?" said Selphie, smiling and blowing the little pompom on her Santa hat back.
"Yeah," grinned Raijin, "Play "Have a Holly Fally Christmas" For Chickenwuss!!"
"Uhm. Right." Sighed Selphie, as she rolled her eyes and began to walk away. She wasn't even going to ask why Raijin was so pressed over Zell's falling down the quad stairs that one time last week. She felt someone tap her shoulder, and turned to face Rinoa.
"Heh, not even I can hold a conversation with the disciplinary committee for over a minute! You win!"
"I thought my head would explode…~_~" said Selphie.
"Well, let's head to the café, Squall is saving our usual seat!" laughed Rinoa.
"You've changed him Rinoa!" said Selphie, raising her eyebrows in wonder.
"Yeah! He actually speaks when asked a question now!"
The two laughed, and continued to the cafeteria, when they got there, Selphie inhaled deeply to take in all the yummy smells.
"MMMM! Gingerbread!" cried Selphie, as she walked to their usual table. Grinning at the fact that Irvine had bought her lunch to make up for his general acting like a jackass, she sat down to a large plate of pasta.
In moments, Zell sulked over with a deprived look on his face. Squall smirked, and made his observation.
"Out of dogs.."
" 'eah.." muttered Zell, as he sat down on the end of the bench.
"You would think they would have fixed that by now.." mumbled Rinoa, rubbing her chin.
Suddenly, Zell, leapt ontop of the table, and began shouting.
"I HAVE A DREAM! THAT SOMEDAY! HOTDOGS WILL BE AVAILABLE FOR EVERYONE!" and the masses of people screamed in agreement. Squall shrunk down into his seat due to all the noise, and Rinoa just..kinda….sweatdropped.
"Oi vey.." muttered Selphie, as Zell hopped into his seat, with a broad grin on his face.


((Alright..I'ma gonna end this first part here….'cause I'm at a loss..this isn't turning out how I envisioned it to!! Blaaaaah! I promise to make the next chapter funnier…seriously! Oh yeah, I don't own FF8, any of the characters, Pong, or the Gorillaz. But the typos are copyrighted to me! MUAH….MUAHAHAHA!…ACK! The spell check says Raijin should be spelled RAISIN! *dies*))
~FlamingSmileyFace
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