Final Fantasy VIII is © to Squaresoft. I don't own or claim to own any of
the characters, just using them to have a little fun and melt some boredom
away. Please don't sue me, you won't get anything. ._.
Hoorah, 3rd chapter. Hopefully this is where things are gonna start to pick up. …Hopefully. Anyway, thank you sosoSO much for the reviews! ^__^ Just saying again, I'm switching to 3rd person for a while. Hope that doesn't throw anyone off. o_o
1 Butterfly
"Thanks, Nida!" Selphie chirped as the pilot of Garden set the ladder down. He dusted his hands on his pants with a small smile.
"Sure, no problem, Selphie. Good luck with the festival, by the way. 'Bye!" he turned and walked away in the opposite direction, half wondering if that would count as his help for the festival. Selphie stared up the ladder, wishing she had made him stay so she could have someone steady the ladder.
"Ah, well, what's the worst that could happen?" she said to herself as she placed a bare foot on the ladder; she had discarded her shoes at least an hour ago. In one hand she held a string of decorative lights, in the other she held a hammer and a small pack of nails and she paused, one foot still one the rung, thinking the situation over.
"Need some help?" She would have jumped, but with her predicament she was too excited about someone passing by at the right time.
"Yes, I do!" Selphie removed her foot and spun around to face Squall. He took a step back and waited, his weight shifting to one side. "Could you hold the ladder and… the nails? And hand me one when I ask?" She leaned forward, widening her eyes slightly. Selphie let out a small cheer as Squall moved to the side of the ladder and held out a hand, which she dropped the nails in. "Aren't ya gonna ask what me and Rinoa talked about?" Selphie asked as she climbed slowly up the ladder. When she reached the top reached her hand down, got a nail, and began to pound it into the wood frame.
"No."
Selphie sighed and looked down at him. "If you're gonna be my helper then you're gonna have to talk. Even if it kills you," she added with a giggle then gave him a stone-faced glare. She got another nail and began to hammer again.
"…Fine. How's the Festival going?" He said, looking around at the decorations that had been strewn around, waiting until they would be hung.
"It's going great! I've got a band that'll play. I've heard 'em before, you'll all love it," she rambled on excitedly, "And then Matron, I don't care what everyone calls her, convinced Cid to give me money to help, and there's ton of volunteers! Almost all of the freshmen and sophomores wanna help!" Squall handed her another nail, listening to her list off all the good luck she'd come by ever since the first stages of planning it. "Glad to hear it," she said when she had stopped.
"You don't sound like it. But I believe ya. Oh…" her voice suddenly sounded disappointed, "the nail bent. I need another one." She dropped the nail onto the ground; she'd throw it away when she was done stringing lights.
Selphie ran her hand across her forehead. It wasn't even summer yet and students and workers alike were already donning their shorts and sandals. Even Squall had left his leather jacket at his dorm. She had begun to string the lights around the nails, carefully looping the wires. She kept hammering, occasionally getting off the ladder so Squall could move it and she'd climb back up and string more lights. By the time she had finished a good hour had passed. Selphie climbed down for the final time and for the second time cheered. She stepped back to look over her work and, satisfied, grinned. "Thanks!" She looked at Squall who nodded, and she knew he liked it too. "I'd hug ya but it's too hot," she said, fanning her face with her hand. "But how 'bout if I buy ya a soda or somethin'? Sound good?" He nodded and smiled.
"That sounds good." Selphie grabbed her shoes, hooking one with each hand, and began to walk towards the main building. "Wait," Squall told her, and bent down to pick up the bent nail she had thrown earlier. He tossed it into a small garbage can that sat near a bundle of tools.
"Oops." Selphie shot him a sheepish yet undeniably cheeky grin. "Thanks again." He shrugged and they walked away, abandoning the area.
***
Selphie walked down the empty corridor, heading towards her dorm, her steps in rhythm with a tune she made up as she hummed it. She had rested at the cafeteria with Squall and then convinced Zell and a group of students to help her with wiring the lights. Now she was ready for a shower and then bed.
As she rounded on the turn to her dorm she stopped, her foot half way to the ground, as she saw two people. Assuming they were students she turned around, she wasn't part of the disciplinary committee, after all, she thought. "Thank you so much, Irvine, I don't know how I would've got that done without your help," she heard a girl say. Curiosity and suspicion won over common sense and she crept back towards the turn. There's more than one Irvine at the school, I'm sure, she caught herself thinking and peered carefully. Sure enough she saw the two silhouetted against light that came in from a window, and she could distinctly see the cowboy hat, the long coat. She watched as the girl leaned forward, giving him a kiss. And she watched as he didn't pull back.
I told you I suck at endings! _ Um… yeah. oo So things didn't really pick up this chapter… ._.;; Sorry if it was rushed, I'm really not feeling the best. ._. Anyway, hope ya'll liked it and stuff. ^_^;;
Hoorah, 3rd chapter. Hopefully this is where things are gonna start to pick up. …Hopefully. Anyway, thank you sosoSO much for the reviews! ^__^ Just saying again, I'm switching to 3rd person for a while. Hope that doesn't throw anyone off. o_o
1 Butterfly
"Thanks, Nida!" Selphie chirped as the pilot of Garden set the ladder down. He dusted his hands on his pants with a small smile.
"Sure, no problem, Selphie. Good luck with the festival, by the way. 'Bye!" he turned and walked away in the opposite direction, half wondering if that would count as his help for the festival. Selphie stared up the ladder, wishing she had made him stay so she could have someone steady the ladder.
"Ah, well, what's the worst that could happen?" she said to herself as she placed a bare foot on the ladder; she had discarded her shoes at least an hour ago. In one hand she held a string of decorative lights, in the other she held a hammer and a small pack of nails and she paused, one foot still one the rung, thinking the situation over.
"Need some help?" She would have jumped, but with her predicament she was too excited about someone passing by at the right time.
"Yes, I do!" Selphie removed her foot and spun around to face Squall. He took a step back and waited, his weight shifting to one side. "Could you hold the ladder and… the nails? And hand me one when I ask?" She leaned forward, widening her eyes slightly. Selphie let out a small cheer as Squall moved to the side of the ladder and held out a hand, which she dropped the nails in. "Aren't ya gonna ask what me and Rinoa talked about?" Selphie asked as she climbed slowly up the ladder. When she reached the top reached her hand down, got a nail, and began to pound it into the wood frame.
"No."
Selphie sighed and looked down at him. "If you're gonna be my helper then you're gonna have to talk. Even if it kills you," she added with a giggle then gave him a stone-faced glare. She got another nail and began to hammer again.
"…Fine. How's the Festival going?" He said, looking around at the decorations that had been strewn around, waiting until they would be hung.
"It's going great! I've got a band that'll play. I've heard 'em before, you'll all love it," she rambled on excitedly, "And then Matron, I don't care what everyone calls her, convinced Cid to give me money to help, and there's ton of volunteers! Almost all of the freshmen and sophomores wanna help!" Squall handed her another nail, listening to her list off all the good luck she'd come by ever since the first stages of planning it. "Glad to hear it," she said when she had stopped.
"You don't sound like it. But I believe ya. Oh…" her voice suddenly sounded disappointed, "the nail bent. I need another one." She dropped the nail onto the ground; she'd throw it away when she was done stringing lights.
Selphie ran her hand across her forehead. It wasn't even summer yet and students and workers alike were already donning their shorts and sandals. Even Squall had left his leather jacket at his dorm. She had begun to string the lights around the nails, carefully looping the wires. She kept hammering, occasionally getting off the ladder so Squall could move it and she'd climb back up and string more lights. By the time she had finished a good hour had passed. Selphie climbed down for the final time and for the second time cheered. She stepped back to look over her work and, satisfied, grinned. "Thanks!" She looked at Squall who nodded, and she knew he liked it too. "I'd hug ya but it's too hot," she said, fanning her face with her hand. "But how 'bout if I buy ya a soda or somethin'? Sound good?" He nodded and smiled.
"That sounds good." Selphie grabbed her shoes, hooking one with each hand, and began to walk towards the main building. "Wait," Squall told her, and bent down to pick up the bent nail she had thrown earlier. He tossed it into a small garbage can that sat near a bundle of tools.
"Oops." Selphie shot him a sheepish yet undeniably cheeky grin. "Thanks again." He shrugged and they walked away, abandoning the area.
***
Selphie walked down the empty corridor, heading towards her dorm, her steps in rhythm with a tune she made up as she hummed it. She had rested at the cafeteria with Squall and then convinced Zell and a group of students to help her with wiring the lights. Now she was ready for a shower and then bed.
As she rounded on the turn to her dorm she stopped, her foot half way to the ground, as she saw two people. Assuming they were students she turned around, she wasn't part of the disciplinary committee, after all, she thought. "Thank you so much, Irvine, I don't know how I would've got that done without your help," she heard a girl say. Curiosity and suspicion won over common sense and she crept back towards the turn. There's more than one Irvine at the school, I'm sure, she caught herself thinking and peered carefully. Sure enough she saw the two silhouetted against light that came in from a window, and she could distinctly see the cowboy hat, the long coat. She watched as the girl leaned forward, giving him a kiss. And she watched as he didn't pull back.
I told you I suck at endings! _ Um… yeah. oo So things didn't really pick up this chapter… ._.;; Sorry if it was rushed, I'm really not feeling the best. ._. Anyway, hope ya'll liked it and stuff. ^_^;;