Disclaimer: I own not FF8, for that would be to deny my true heritage as
the daughter of a labourer, so Square does. I own not Flavor of the Weak,
American Hi-Fi does.
Oooh lookie me, I can type on word now and leave it as .doc! It's not an empty file you piece of *&#(@*&#!!!! Heh…sorry.
Selphie sat, lonely and brooding, wondering when Irvine would be back. He had said his mission would bring him back to Garden earlier that day, and she wanted him on time. She was painting her nails in 'Rosy Rapture', wishing beyond hope that this time Irvine had gone on a real mission, instead of shacking up with Quistis. That time, and of course, many other times, she had taken him back. When her nails had dried, she hopped into the shower and washed her hair. She had to look her absolute best for him. She dressed in her sexiest clothes, because Irvine loved them. They made Selphie feel a bit uncomfortable, but she was willing to appeal to his tastes once in a while. Or all the time, whenever he deigned to tell her what they were. She collected a load of washing and dumped them down the laundry shoot. His cologne wafted up from the folds of his dirty vest, taunting her with his absence.
~ He could come back soon. Maybe he's just held up.~
~*~
1 She paints her nails, and she don't know
He's got her best friend on the phone.
She'll wash her hair, his dirty clothes,
Are all he gives to her.
~*~
He was the most important part of her life right now. It was hard to remember the days before being his girlfriend. Well, hard to remember the specifics. She knew she had laughed a lot. Probably smiled more. People used to come up to her and ask what was wrong, but now…they just assumed it was Irvine yet again. Well yes, it was Irvine every time, but should that stop them from asking? Or at least caring? Zell was the only one who would look at her understandingly and put an arm around her briefly. He was always careful to remove it when Irvine came around.
She sighed, looking at Irvine's choice of dorm decoration. The posters made her feel so inadequate, so ugly next to Xena and the Baywatch girls, and dozens of others. Their bright faces only served to remind her of her own unhappiness. Their frozen smiles made her realize how little she found the corners of her mouth tilting upwards anymore.
~*~
And he's got posters on the wall,
Of all the girls he wished she was,
And he means everything to her...
Her boyfriend, he don't know,
Anything about her
He's too stoned,
Nintendo,
I wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavor of the weak
~*~
Zell watched Selphie, unseen, through the small crack of light where the door of Irvine's dorm ran shy of the floor. He knew she was waiting to surprise Irvine. It was his birthday today, and Selphie had taken advantage of living with him to plan a nice evening for them. Zell knew she would wait a long time before finally changing into her pajamas and going to bed in defeat. Irvine was on his 'mission', getting wasted in a bar with Quistis somewhere in Deling. Zell was willing to bet they were on their fourth round, Quistis in his lap, as his thoughtful girlfriend waited in vain. Zell wanted to go in and tell her what he knew, hold her while he could, run her hair through his fingers while the opportunity was there. Irvine was, (insanely enough, for he ran around behind Selphie's back so much), jealous of anyone within ten feet of her. He wanted to plead with him to release her, or with her to release herself.
~*~
It's Friday night and she's all alone,
He's a million miles away.
She's dressed to kill but the TV's on,
He's connected to the sound
And he's got pictures on the wall,
Of all the girls he's loved before,
And she knows all his favorite songs.
~*~
Selphie watched the 11 o'clock news; all hope dwindled to a faint point.
~He's not coming…~
She put on his favorite CD, as if to lure him back to her through his most favored music. It was ridiculous, of course, he was either far away or in the room next door that was blaring Gun42 at three hundred decibels.
Didn't he care? Didn't anybody care? Where was Zell now that she really needed someone to lean on?
~Maybe he's with Irvy, doing whatever Irvy is…~
She raked a hand through her hair, mussing its perfect style. She looked longingly at the door. Why wasn't she brave enough to walk through? Leave Irvine and his cheating behind forever? She knew the answer. She was afraid to be lonely.
~*~
Her boyfriend,
He don't know,
Anything about her,
He's too stoned,
Nintendo,
I wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavor of the weak.
~*~
Zell heard Selphie heave a sigh on the other side of the door. Hyne, he wanted her to throw off Irvine like a bad habit. And he wanted himself to be the first thing she saw when she did.
~*~
Her boyfriend,
He don't know,
Anything about her,
He's too stoned,
He's too stoned,
He's too stoned,
He's too stoned…
~*~
Selphie kicked herself mentally. When had she become so afraid of change?
~ Another Irvine legacy, "Selphie, Selphie, why change? Things are good as they are." Too bad, Irvy! I CAN change! I WILL! ~
~*~
Her boyfriend,
He don't know,
Anything about her
He's too stoned,
Nintendo…
~*~
Zell looked under the door one last time before rising. He stared at the white finish, debating whether or not to knock. He decided to leave her to herself. He wondered idly how many times he'd stood in this very spot, thinking the same thoughts, staring at Irvine's door. He had lurked here more than once yes, but had been too ashamed of his own espionage to consider knocking.
~*~
I wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavor of the weak…
~*~
That's it! I'm out of here! Irvy can find himself another girl's feelings to mess with while he goes off with his whores and his drinking buddies.
She giggled to herself and thought wickedly, ~I wonder if Zell's available…~
"Tee hee…"
~*~
Yeah, she's the flavor of the weak.
~*~
Zell froze on the spot as the door opened, revealing Selphie holding a box of the belongings she had at Irvine's dorm. She blinked a few times at the sight of Zell before recovering, her pretty mouth curving into a grin.
"Hiya Zelly! Wanna help me move my stuff back to my old dorm?" Zell looked at her questioningly, then grinned as realization hit him.
"Without question, Sefie, without question."
~*~
2 She makes me weak…
~*~
A/N: Ahhhhh! A Zellphie! How the hell did that happen, I don't even LIKE this pairing!? Oh well, this song sooo suits Selphie and Zell. Should I write more songfics? Like a songfic book? Hmm maybe I should leave well enough alone…
Oooh lookie me, I can type on word now and leave it as .doc! It's not an empty file you piece of *&#(@*&#!!!! Heh…sorry.
Selphie sat, lonely and brooding, wondering when Irvine would be back. He had said his mission would bring him back to Garden earlier that day, and she wanted him on time. She was painting her nails in 'Rosy Rapture', wishing beyond hope that this time Irvine had gone on a real mission, instead of shacking up with Quistis. That time, and of course, many other times, she had taken him back. When her nails had dried, she hopped into the shower and washed her hair. She had to look her absolute best for him. She dressed in her sexiest clothes, because Irvine loved them. They made Selphie feel a bit uncomfortable, but she was willing to appeal to his tastes once in a while. Or all the time, whenever he deigned to tell her what they were. She collected a load of washing and dumped them down the laundry shoot. His cologne wafted up from the folds of his dirty vest, taunting her with his absence.
~ He could come back soon. Maybe he's just held up.~
~*~
1 She paints her nails, and she don't know
He's got her best friend on the phone.
She'll wash her hair, his dirty clothes,
Are all he gives to her.
~*~
He was the most important part of her life right now. It was hard to remember the days before being his girlfriend. Well, hard to remember the specifics. She knew she had laughed a lot. Probably smiled more. People used to come up to her and ask what was wrong, but now…they just assumed it was Irvine yet again. Well yes, it was Irvine every time, but should that stop them from asking? Or at least caring? Zell was the only one who would look at her understandingly and put an arm around her briefly. He was always careful to remove it when Irvine came around.
She sighed, looking at Irvine's choice of dorm decoration. The posters made her feel so inadequate, so ugly next to Xena and the Baywatch girls, and dozens of others. Their bright faces only served to remind her of her own unhappiness. Their frozen smiles made her realize how little she found the corners of her mouth tilting upwards anymore.
~*~
And he's got posters on the wall,
Of all the girls he wished she was,
And he means everything to her...
Her boyfriend, he don't know,
Anything about her
He's too stoned,
Nintendo,
I wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavor of the weak
~*~
Zell watched Selphie, unseen, through the small crack of light where the door of Irvine's dorm ran shy of the floor. He knew she was waiting to surprise Irvine. It was his birthday today, and Selphie had taken advantage of living with him to plan a nice evening for them. Zell knew she would wait a long time before finally changing into her pajamas and going to bed in defeat. Irvine was on his 'mission', getting wasted in a bar with Quistis somewhere in Deling. Zell was willing to bet they were on their fourth round, Quistis in his lap, as his thoughtful girlfriend waited in vain. Zell wanted to go in and tell her what he knew, hold her while he could, run her hair through his fingers while the opportunity was there. Irvine was, (insanely enough, for he ran around behind Selphie's back so much), jealous of anyone within ten feet of her. He wanted to plead with him to release her, or with her to release herself.
~*~
It's Friday night and she's all alone,
He's a million miles away.
She's dressed to kill but the TV's on,
He's connected to the sound
And he's got pictures on the wall,
Of all the girls he's loved before,
And she knows all his favorite songs.
~*~
Selphie watched the 11 o'clock news; all hope dwindled to a faint point.
~He's not coming…~
She put on his favorite CD, as if to lure him back to her through his most favored music. It was ridiculous, of course, he was either far away or in the room next door that was blaring Gun42 at three hundred decibels.
Didn't he care? Didn't anybody care? Where was Zell now that she really needed someone to lean on?
~Maybe he's with Irvy, doing whatever Irvy is…~
She raked a hand through her hair, mussing its perfect style. She looked longingly at the door. Why wasn't she brave enough to walk through? Leave Irvine and his cheating behind forever? She knew the answer. She was afraid to be lonely.
~*~
Her boyfriend,
He don't know,
Anything about her,
He's too stoned,
Nintendo,
I wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavor of the weak.
~*~
Zell heard Selphie heave a sigh on the other side of the door. Hyne, he wanted her to throw off Irvine like a bad habit. And he wanted himself to be the first thing she saw when she did.
~*~
Her boyfriend,
He don't know,
Anything about her,
He's too stoned,
He's too stoned,
He's too stoned,
He's too stoned…
~*~
Selphie kicked herself mentally. When had she become so afraid of change?
~ Another Irvine legacy, "Selphie, Selphie, why change? Things are good as they are." Too bad, Irvy! I CAN change! I WILL! ~
~*~
Her boyfriend,
He don't know,
Anything about her
He's too stoned,
Nintendo…
~*~
Zell looked under the door one last time before rising. He stared at the white finish, debating whether or not to knock. He decided to leave her to herself. He wondered idly how many times he'd stood in this very spot, thinking the same thoughts, staring at Irvine's door. He had lurked here more than once yes, but had been too ashamed of his own espionage to consider knocking.
~*~
I wish that I could make her see,
She's just the flavor of the weak…
~*~
That's it! I'm out of here! Irvy can find himself another girl's feelings to mess with while he goes off with his whores and his drinking buddies.
She giggled to herself and thought wickedly, ~I wonder if Zell's available…~
"Tee hee…"
~*~
Yeah, she's the flavor of the weak.
~*~
Zell froze on the spot as the door opened, revealing Selphie holding a box of the belongings she had at Irvine's dorm. She blinked a few times at the sight of Zell before recovering, her pretty mouth curving into a grin.
"Hiya Zelly! Wanna help me move my stuff back to my old dorm?" Zell looked at her questioningly, then grinned as realization hit him.
"Without question, Sefie, without question."
~*~
2 She makes me weak…
~*~
A/N: Ahhhhh! A Zellphie! How the hell did that happen, I don't even LIKE this pairing!? Oh well, this song sooo suits Selphie and Zell. Should I write more songfics? Like a songfic book? Hmm maybe I should leave well enough alone…