This chapter of Name is dedicated to Mrs

This chapter of Name is dedicated to Mrs. Hall and Mr. Bachtel, the two greatest teachers I have ever had and the best Drama/Literature teachers out there. Thank you both for teaching me everything that you taught me and also for taking your time to read my extra-long papers and all the other stuff I brought in. ^^ And of course, for having the first semester class read Romeo and Juliet, because if I had never read that then I wouldn't be writing this story right now…

We all know whom Squall & co. belong to, and Romeo and Juliet belong to the great William Shakespeare.

Name

I was late to Drama. It wasn't my fault, really. I had it the last class of the day, and when the bell rang after sixth period, everyone rushed out, including the teacher. I couldn't find anyone who would tell me where the room was. Finally I found it, but not until five minutes after the late bell rang.

The door was locked, and I knocked, embarrassed. Someone came over to open the door. A woman, I guessed she was the teacher. She was tall with short red hair. She looked nice. I stepped in and handed her my schedule.

She looked at me carefully. "Hi, Selphie. It's nice to have you." I nodded and followed her to the front of the class. "Just take a seat wherever." I looked around and noticed Squall, beckoning to me. I walked over and sat in the empty seat next to him. There were some whispers, but I ignored them. Irvine looked over at me, leaning in front of Squall. "Hey." He said. I smiled.

"Mr. Kinneas, if you're finished, I'll continue." The teacher said. Checking my schedule, I noticed that her name was Mrs. Hall. Irvine settled back in his seat and looked to the front. Glad she hadn't called me out, I did the same.

"All right, everyone, we'll pick up where we left off yesterday. Everyone get a book, please." I noticed that there were books lying all over the risers. This was a much different class than I had ever been in. There were bookshelves in one corner by the door, and then on that same wall there were hooks to hang backpacks on. There weren't any regular chairs; everyone was crammed on the risers. It wasn't just one class; there were enough kids in here to make two classes. I saw another teacher in the back. He was a large man, with graying hair, a friendly face and a nice smile. He was talking to another kid and laughing. I liked him instantly. Mrs. Hall seemed nice too, even though she was a bit formidable from the start.

Squall handed me a book. I looked at the cover and laughed. Romeo and Juliet. That was just funny.

"We were acting out scenes yesterday, correct?" Mrs. Hall asked. A few people called out answers, but she called on Irvine who had quietly put his hand up next to me.

"Mr. Kinneas?"

"Yeah, that's what we were doing. We were on the balcony scene."

"Thank you. All right, I'll need a Juliet, a Romeo, and a Nurse."

Hands went up all around. "Let's see. . .Irvine, would you play Romeo? Selina, you can be Juliet's Nurse, and-" She looked around once more and her gaze settled on me. "Selphie, would you be Juliet?"

I looked up, surprised. She smiled encouragingly. I started to shake my head and then noticed Irvine grinning at me. "Sure. Why not?" I stood up, taking my book as the other three had.

"Thank you. We'll start with "Madam!"

"Madam!" The girl named Selina said. She had long dark hair and blue eyes. She was fair-skinned, short, and round. She had a friendly face and smiled at me as I said my line. I didn't even really have to look at the book; I knew this play almost by heart. I didn't consider myself an actress, but I conned Michia into playacting with me quite a bit, and Romeo and Juliet was one of my favorites.

"By and by I come-" I said to Selina, as if I was angry she kept calling me. I said it like "I'll be there in a minute" which I suppose if William Shakespeare had lived in the 21st century, that's what the line would have been, and then I turned to Irvine. "To cease they strife and leave me to my grief. Tomorrow will I send."

"So thrive my soul-" Irvine said. I almost believed he was actually Romeo, for a moment. He was a good actor.

"A thousand times good night!" I said, and took a step back.

"A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books; But love from love, toward school with heavy looks."

I stepped forward again. "Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud, Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of 'My Romeo'!" Everyone was staring at me, including the teachers. Most of them had stunned looks on their faces. I was surprised. I didn't think I was that good of an actress, but it seemed that they were enjoying my performance. Booyaka!

Irvine shook his head, as if to clear it, and began his next line. "It is my soul that calls upon my name. How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!" He trailed out the last part; it had a very dramatic affect on the surrounding students and teachers.

So that's how you want to do it. Well, two can play this game, I thought. "Romeo!" I said.

"My nyas?"

"What o'clock tomorrow Shall I send to thee?" I asked, every bit the flustered maiden.

"By the hour of nine." Irvine was the confident young man, watching me closely.

"I will not fail." I promised. "'Tis twenty year till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back." I said, my voice a bit puzzled. We were really putting on a show!

"Let me stand here till thou remember it."

"I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I love thy company."

"And I'll stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this." Irvine said. Star-crossed lovers are a bit impractical, I decided.

"'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone." I said sadly. "And yet no farther than a wanton's bird, That lets it hop a little from his hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyres, And with a silken thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty."

"I would I were thy bird." Irvine said.

"Sweet, so would I. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing." The scene probably didn't call for it, but I had a hint of a laugh in my voice. "Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say goodnight till it be morrow." I let my voice drift off and stepped back once more.

Before Irvine could start his next line, the class burst into applause. I looked at the clock. The bell was going to ring in a few minutes. The teacher waited for everyone to calm down.

"That was simply wonderful." Mrs. Hall said. "Today's your first day, so you wouldn't know that the Juliet for our school play is in the hospital. She won't be able to play her anymore. You seem to know the part well. I'm in charge of the play and I think you'd be excellent."

I was stunned. Me? Play Juliet? Wow. All I could do was nod. The bell rang, and everyone scrambled to be first out the door. "Don't forget your book tomorrow!" Mrs. Hall called after them. In a few minutes, Squall, Irvine and I were alone in the room with the teachers.

"Have you acted before?" Mr. Bachtel asked. I shook my head.

"Not really. In Trabia, my best friend and I used to act out scenes from Romeo and Juliet together, and a few other plays, but that's it. I'm surprised I'm any good."

"Any good? You were wonderful. If you had been at tryouts I would have chosen you from the start." Mrs. Hall said. She had me wait for a minute while she got the papers I would need with the rehearsal information and such.

I looked at the clock again. It was five minutes to four. I needed to leave. I took the papers, excused myself and left the room. The Drama room was close to where Aidan had dropped me off this morning, and I headed towards the spot he would be meeting me at. The cell phone at my side rang and I grabbed it. "Hello?"

"Hi! It's Quistis." I remembered giving her my number earlier in the day.

"Hi," I said, smiling.

"I'm with Squall right now, heading towards the parking lot. I see you." I looked around and, seeing the blonde girl and her friend, waved. She waved back. "So, he's just told me about what happened in Drama. That's great! Sarah was good as Juliet, but Squall says you were electric!"

"I guess." I admitted.

"And you were great with Irvine! You know he's Romeo, right?" I heard Squall in the background.

"Quiz! He wanted to tell her." I ignored that revelation and focused on the earlier one.

"What? Irvine is Romeo?!"

"Uh-oh. Squall's attacking me. See ya." She hung up and I watched her dodge his playful attacks all the way through the Quad until they reached me. All three of us were laughing by then.

"Irvine's playing Romeo." Quistis confirmed. "It's sort of weird that you two are playing them, when you've got your own family feud going."

Rinoa walked up then. "Hi! What's going on?"

"Selphie's going to play Juliet." Quistis informed her.

"That's great! Hey, do you want to go with me and Quistis to the mall tomorrow?" Rinoa asked.

I looked at Quistis and she nodded. "I guess so. I'm not doing anything."

"You should stay the night, too." She decided. "Rinoa and Squall are going out, she can't, but you could come over."

I thought about that. "I'd love to. I should go home and get clothes, though. . .Wanna come with?" I asked Quistis.

"Sure. I take the bus; I can miss it today. Are you sure whoever's driving you won't mind?"

"I don't think so." Aidan drove up then and I took the opportunity to ask. "Hey, Aidan, could you take me and my friend to my house and then back to hers? I was going to spend the night."

He looked at me, amazed. I guess no one ever bothered to ask him if he minded doing something before. "Certainly, Miss. Selphie." He corrected himself. I grinned.

"Thanks. You're great." Quistis pulled out her phone again and dialed a number. "Mom? Yeah, it's me. Listen, is it all right if I go to someone's house before I come home? No, not Ellone. Selphie. She's a new girl. No, she's not a psycho, Mother." Quistis sighed, exasperated. I giggled, along with Rinoa. "Hold on, let me ask." She turned to me. "Do you do drugs?" Squall cracked up. Rinoa made a face and I got out 'No' between fits of laughter. Aidan had to fight back a smile, too.

"Mother, there's nothing wrong with her. I'll be home soon. No. Goodbye, Mother." Quistis hung up the phone. It rang almost immediately and she snapped the ringer off. She rolled her eyes again.

"Bye, see you later." We finished goodbyes and Quistis got into the car with me. She shut the door and Aidan drove off. I wondered where the others were.

"So, how was your day?" Quistis asked me.

"Pretty good. I'm glad it was a Friday though. That means I don't have to go back for two days. It was kinda overwhelming."

"I know what you mean." She laughed.

"Your mom is. . ." I trailed off, not sure how to phrase it. Quistis grinned.

"She's crazy. My dad left when I was four and I'm an only child. I've always pretty much taken care of myself, so she stays in her room most of the time. She'll never win World's Best Mom, but she's convinced as long as I don't turn into a druggie she's done a good job." We both laughed. "Sometimes I wish she was more like the moms all my friends have."

"Tell me about them?" I asked. "If you don't mind, anyway."

"No, it's fine. Let's see. . .Well, Rinoa's mom is Julia Heartilly, the famous singer." I had guessed that. "Her family is really rich, but neither her or Rinoa are stuck-up. Her father's a bit of a snob, but he isn't so bad. Rinoa's great. She's a lot like her mother." Quistis said. "Irvine's mom is pretty much the storybook mom. She makes cookies, like, twice a day and there's always something to eat. She'll be sewing something whenever you see her, or cleaning or cooking or playing her violin. Not only is she a good mom, she's gorgeous. Irvine takes after her a good deal. There isn't much of his father in him."

"What about Fujin and Seifer's mom?"

"They don't have any parents. No one knows where their mother is, or their father, for that matter. They used to live in foster homes but they were such troublemakers no one wants them to stay with them. They think that's the funniest thing and do just fine on their own. They're usually over at someone else's house though, most likely Irvine's. Lysa is always mothering them like they were her children. Seifer just eats it up." We cracked up.

"Squall's mom is the best, though." Quistis said.

"Really? What's she like?" I was curious.

"Well, her name is Raine. She's got long brown hair, down to her waist, and blue eyes just like Squall's. He looks like her a lot, but you can see Laguna in him, too." She said. "She's really pretty and sweet. She has three different flower gardens in her yard, and she's always wearing jeans and a shirt. She walks around barefoot all the time. She's very down-to-earth, and she watches out for me just like I was Squall or Ellone, because she knows my mom isn't that good of a mother to me. My mom is nice, and all, but she just should not have been a mother."

I knew what she meant.

We were quiet the rest of the way to my house. When Aidan drove up, I opened the door quickly, and, thanking him, got out. Quistis followed suit.

I headed up the steps to my house, Quistis following. "Wow." She said. "Your house is cool!"

I grinned. "Thanks, I guess. I only used to live here on holidays and in the summer."

"I saw you one time!"

"Huh?"

"Two years ago. It was raining. I was walking by and you were spinning around out there like it was sunlight.

I blushed. "Oh, yeah."

"What were you doing?"

"Nothing. . ." I said.

"Oh, come on."

"Well, I heard that Odin, the legendary Guardian, comes out when it's raining. I wanted to see him. All that spinning was me trying to see all of the sky at once so if he appeared I'd know it."

"Oh. Well, what's wrong with that?" She asked, puzzled that I'd be embarrassed about wanting to see one of the Guardians.

"Nothing, I guess." I opened the door and we went upstairs. "Selphie?" My mother called. "Is that you?"

"No!" I yelled back and pulled Quistis into my room, shutting the door behind us. I flopped down on my enormous bed and grinned up at her.

"Sorry about that. I'm not in the mood to argue with Mother right now." I got up and dug around in drawers while she looked around my room.

"Wow. . .John Rzeznik. I didn't know you liked the Goo Goo Dolls!"

I turned around in surprise. "Yeah. They're my favorite band."

"Know who else likes them?" Quistis asked teasingly.

"Who? You?"

"No. Irvine does."

"So?"

"Come on, Selphie! You must have noticed that he likes you."

"You're crazy." I told her, backing up.

"I think he does. So does Squall. Squall is his best friend. Like I said, I'm going to ask Ellone. She'll get it out of Raine." Quistis promised.

"Yeah, whatever. I'm ready. Let's go." I brushed her comment aside and we left the room. Did he really like me? I wouldn't think about it right now. It would just distract me.

"Mom, I'm leaving. I'll be back tomorrow." I yelled.

"Have fun!" That was all she said. Not "where are you going" or "what time are you coming back" or even "what's the phone number there?"

Quistis looked at me in disbelief. "Have fun?" She asked incredulously.

I shrugged.

Aidan was still waiting outside, so we got in the car and Quistis told him where to go. She lived in an apartment complex a little ways away. It wasn't very far. The apartments were nice, but I could tell she was embarrassed when we pulled up.

"Cool." I said. "I wish I lived somewhere like here. My house is too big." She smiled a little.

"Thanks." She said.

"For what? It's the truth." I smiled and we got out of the car. "'Bye, Aidan." I said. I shut the door behind us and he drove away.

*

We stayed up late that night talking. I had only met Quistis that morning, but it seemed like it had been a lifetime already. We had been fast friends and our friendship was going to be a close one. We finally fell asleep around two a.m. It was the latest I had stayed up in a while, and when the sun pulled my resisting eyes open later that morning, I was not ready. I had to get up, though.

Quistis was nowhere to be found. My sleepy eyes swept the room looking for a clock, and when I finally found it. It was about nine 'o clock.

I sat up and rubbed at my eyes sleepily. My hair was a total mess, and I half-heartedly pushed it behind my ears, trying to smooth it out some. I knew better than to make a big deal over it, I wouldn't straighten it out until I'd had a shower. I swung my legs over the side of Quistis's extra bed and looked around.

Her room was pretty plain. The walls were painted a very light blue, so light that the color was almost white. The one window had gauzy curtains of a slightly darker shade of blue, trimmed at the bottom with silver. She had a few posters, one of a unicorn and another of a lion. That was about it. Her desk was neat and bare of everything but a small stereo system, some CDs and a pencil jar. The closet was neat, her bed was made, and her dresser was very tidy along the top.

A model girl, I smiled. Quistis was pretty predictable. From the way she talked and acted at school, I had guessed what she was mostly like. A lot different from me, but then, don't opposites attract?

While I thought, the door opened and she stepped in. "Good morning."

"Hi! Were you up a lot longer than I was?"

"Not really. I just can't sleep late at all. Even if I'm up late. It's okay."

"What time are we supposed to be at the mall?" I wanted to know.

"At eleven. That should give us enough time to get ready. We've got two hours."

"Yeah. That'll be plenty of time. I'm not slow." I said.

"My mom's already left for the day. I just finished my shower," she said, tugging on a lock of wet golden hair to emphasize her point "so you can go ahead." She got me towels while I dug around for my clothes, and then pointed me in the direction of the bathroom. I knew where it was from last night, but my sleep-fogged brain was not responding to many of my commands. It was all I could do to walk down the hall steadily.

The warm water helped a little, and I felt much better once I was clean. I was washing my hair when Quistis knocked on the door.

"Hey, should I invite anyone else to come with us to the mall?"

"I don't care. Call whoever." I called back.

I could hear the smile in her voice when she asked, "Should I call Irvine?"

"I don't know," I answered without missing a beat. "Should we call Seifer?"

"Whatever." She said, and slammed the door. I laughed. I didn't care whether she called Irvine or not. If she did we might be able to find out what was going on, but, if she didn't, it was no great loss. She had said she'd get it out of Ellone anyway.

I finished my shower and dried off quickly, pulling on my clothes. Today I was wearing a yellow tank top under baggy denim overalls. Yellow was my favorite color, and my hair was just red enough that it looked okay on me. I slid my feet into my shoes and de-frosted the mirror so I could fix my hair and makeup.

I didn't put on much makeup; I wasn't in the mood for anything other than a little eyeliner and some lip-gloss after I'd brushed my teeth. I combed my hair and let it hang straight to my shoulders to dry. Ready to face the day, I cleaned up my mess and left the bathroom

I bumped into Quistis in the hall. She made a face at me and we both wound up laughing. "Just for the record, I do not like Seifer." She informed me.

"Sure. Whatever you say." I grinned, and she aimed a hit at my shoulder, which I dodged.

"You can throw that stuff in the laundry room, and I'll get it before you leave." I shrugged and did what she suggested. Her hair was drying sort of wavy. I pointed this out and she glared at it.

"Yeah, unless I spend an hour combing it and all before it dries, it'll be sort of wavy. It's annoying."

"Do you have a curling iron?" I asked. "I forgot mine."

"Actually, I don't. . .You should just leave your hair down straight today. It looks cute with your bangs and all."

"Are you sure? Shouldn't I do something with it?"

"No. Just leave it." She said.

I agreed dubiously and trailed her to the kitchen, my hairbrush in my hands. She found breakfast stuff, and we sat down and ate, punctuating the meal with laughter and talk, and once, Quistis snorting milk up her nose.

You know those commercials, the ones that say, "Some things are priceless. For everything else, there's MasterCard?" Well, that was one of those priceless moments. We were still laughing while we did the few dishes there were and went back to her room.

"We should leave around ten-thirty, because we have to walk. It's not too far, but we'll need some time to get there." She pointed out, and I agreed.

It was already about ten, so we spent the last half-hour getting ready. Quistis was wearing a skirt again. This one was the same length as the one she'd worn yesterday, about halfway to her knees. It was blue, matching her eyes. She wore a white shirt with it, V-necked and with elbow sleeves. Her sandals today were white. She looked a lot nicer than I did, with my denim, and I told her so.

"You look fine. Why are you worrying, anyway?"

"I'm not worrying. And why're you all dressed up?" She flushed.

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are. I think you're hoping you'll see a certain someone there. . .Tell me, who'd you call?"

"Ellone, Irvine and Fujin. Irvine said he'd meet us at the food court around noon, and Ellone is going to pick up Rinoa and Fujin. Zell absolutely did not want to come when we brought it up at lunch, and he's somewhere with his mom today. She always makes him go shopping with her, poor boy. The Loires and the Almasys live pretty close by each other, and Rinoa lives just around the corner, but they live pretty far from us. Ellone might bring Squall, too, if Rinoa can convince him to stay. He'll definitely come along for the ride if Rinoa is going to be there, but it's not too likely he'll stay. He hates the mall."

I laughed. "He seems like the kinda guy who would." I noticed Quistis avoided mentioning the possibility that Seifer might show up. I wondered if she did like him. I knew she had a crush on Squall, but maybe that was just a thing of the past now. She reacted if I teased her about Seifer, and there was definitely something in her eyes when I mentioned him, a little spark that had never ignited for Squall, I was sure of it.

She finished with her hair and sat up from her kneeling position in front of the mirror. I peered over her shoulder at myself, and deciding that I looked alright, I packed up my things so I'd be ready when we came back.

"Okay, checklist time. Lip-gloss?"

"Check!" I sang out.

"Phone?"

"Check."

"Money?"

"Of course!"

"All right, let's go!" She stood up fast, knocking me over.


"Hey!" I protested from my position on the floor. She helped me up, laughing.

*

It wasn't too far to the mall, like Quistis had said. We found Rinoa, Ellone and Fujin standing in front of the fountain. Ellone greeted us with, "Seifer and Squall wandered off. They said they were going to the bookstore, but I bet they went next door."

The four other girls made faces, Rinoa and Quistis especially. "What's next door," I asked.

"A store that we'd prefer our guys to stay out of." Ellone said and left it at that. I grinned.

"It's also Irvine's favorite shop." Rinoa put in, grinning. Quistis poked her in the arm.

"Shut up." Rinoa stuck out her tongue and Ellone, Fujin and I laughed at the sheer silliness of the two. They were friends, I knew, but there was some deeper feeling Quistis was harboring for Rinoa. A slight bit of jealousy, maybe. Nothing too big, or even evident, really. I could just see it because I was good at reading people.

"Well, let's go round them up. When we finally drag them away, it'll be time to meet Irvine and we'll never hear the end of it if we're late. When we do find him, it'll be pretty predictable from there. We'll drag them around to stores and they'll whine but Squall, at least, will cooperate because he knows he'll get to make-out with Rinoa later." There was a group grin and Rinoa blushed.

"Squall's whipped." Quistis informed me and I laughed. Rinoa was very red now and Ellone made a face at us.

"You started it, Elle."

"Whatever." Ellone shot back and we started walking. I hadn't been to this mall in some time, over a year at least, so I wasn't sure where anything was. I mostly just followed Quistis, not really looking around for fear I'd lose her in the crowd. We reached the store, and sure enough Squall and Seifer were not in the bookstore. We stood over to where they could only see us if they turned around, and looked away, pretending to study a display in the opposite window, so we couldn't see them.

"Okay. Pretend we didn't see them. As soon as they notice us, they'll leave the store and be standing in plain sight in the bookstore. They do this every week."

"Why don't you call them on it?"

"It's so much more fun this way." Fujin said. I shrugged. When Ellone signaled, we all turned around, heading towards the bookstore. Sure enough, they were studying the Harry Potter display nervously.

"They never guess?"

"No. Shhh!" Quistis said as we neared the guys.

"Hi!" Rinoa said brightly. Squall grinned and hugged her.

Seifer smiled at Quistis, and she smiled back, not knowing that I was watching. We'd have to talk later.

After the general greeting, the guys explained they needed to go get some CDs and we agreed.

"Make it quick, though. Irvine'll be here soon." Quistis pointed out. They nodded.

"You comin' with?" Seifer asked.

"I'll go." I said. Quistis quickly agreed to go as well, to Seifer's delight. Ellone and Rinoa opted to just go straight to the food court, and Fujin went with them.

The four of us headed in the opposite direction. The music store was one of my favorite places so I knew where it was. As I walked, I sunk my hands into my pockets, thinking.

Did Irvine like me? I liked him. I hadn't used to believe in the whole "love-at-first-sight thing, but, I think I had changed my mind. I think that I had fallen in love with Irvine.

I know it sounds crazy, but. . .I just believe it. Girls usually know when a guy is the guy. Right now, I think Irvine is that guy.

I'd had boyfriends before, at Trabia Academy, before I decided that they were all too stuck-up, but I had never felt for any of them what I felt for Irvine.

It would be just my luck if he didn't like me. Quistis tapped my shoulder.

"Deep in thought?'

"Um, yeah."

"I thought so. We just passed the record store." I looked up, and sure enough, she was right.

"Oh. . ."I sighed and turned back around.

*

I was nervous as we approached the food court. When we got there I decided that I shouldn't have been. Irvine and Ellone were deep in conversation. Ellone looked up and winked at the two of us. I wondered what it meant. She hadn't let Irvine see, so I had a good idea but I wasn't sure.

Ellone stood up. "Have a seat." She said to us. It was a table for three, and Quistis sat down with me. Irvine grinned at both of us.

"Hey." He said.

"Hi." I nodded back. Quistis said hello as well.

"I'm going to get a drink. You guys want anything?"

Irvine shook his head, pointing to a soda in front of him.

"Get me anything except root beer." I said. Quistis nodded and walked off.

I was alone with Irvine. I realized that the instant Quistis was out of hearing range, of course. I'd get her later. Right now, I'd make the best of this situation that I could.

Of course, I probably should have spoken to him. . .that would have been a better idea than just sitting there, staring at him. Well, I wasn't exactly staring at him. Just looking off into the distance.

"We've got rehearsal on Monday." Irvine said after a few minutes. I shook my head a little and looked up. Figuring out what he said, I nodded.

"Yeah, I read the papers last night." I decided to act surprised. "Wait. We? You're in the play, too?"

"Don't bother. Quistis told me she told you." He grinned. I was glad he wasn't upset. "Don't you think that's sort of strange, though? Our families are having a feud, and we're playing the two main characters in the most famous feud of all time."

"I was thinking about that earlier. It is pretty weird." I shrugged. Quistis came back then, and that was the only chance Irvine and I had to speak alone for the rest of the day.

-End chapter three

Author's Note: Sorry this was so long. I got carried away and I wanted to finish the mall scene in chapter three. I already broke her first day up into two chapters. . .I bet that was sort of annoying. I'm sorry. ^^

Well, play rehearsal starts in chapter four! That should be up soon enough. . .As soon as I can dig up my copy of Romeo and Juliet, anyway. *shrugs* Who knows when that will be. . .? Pretty soon, though. I know everyone who reads this will send me lovely packages of flames if I don't get moving. :P