One: Why Me?
Squall paused before entering the key code to his door, hearing soft giggles from inside his room.
'Not again...' With a sigh, he let his fingers drift from the keypad, instead opting to lean against the door. He'd been in the Training Center all day, opting to fight without all his junctions. He'd been unable to lift Lionheart, so he'd taken just his Revolver. After falling victim to twenty sleeping spells (and getting his ass kicked promptly thereafter), he called for Diablos and gotten out of the Center.
'Damned Grats...' He scowled, enjoying the cool metal of the door. He could hear the footsteps of others walking by, but didn't care how he looked. He was tired, hungry, and wanted whoever was in his room - out.
"Are you sure he's not going to mind?"
Quistis questioned, passing the popcorn. Rinoa had invited them all in, and they were in the middle of a movie marathon. They'd just watched Legend, and swooned all over Tom Cruise. Next had been The Lost Boys. Quistis had always liked Kiefer Sutherland, and after remarking she did, Selphie had laughed.
"Hmm, Keifer, Seifer... oo, both blonde. Are you telling us something, Quisty?"
"But he has blue eyes." Rinoa remarked, her eyes on Jason Patric.
"Doesn't matter! Just look at the names. Now! Do you like him, or not?"
Quistis was saved from answering, as Rinoa threw popcorn at Selphie to get her to hush.
And now, they were watching Labyrinth. Selphie's favorite movie. In fact, Quistis believed that only Jareth could catch her attention faster then Sir Laguna.
They were at the beginning of the ballroom scene, and Selphie sighed as the music began.
"I wish someone would do that for me."
Outside, Squall shifted. Selphie's voice? What was she doing in his room?
The other two girls nodded. "I know!" Rinoa remarked, eyes flickering from the screen to her friend's. "Jareth is sooo romantic, if I was in the movie, I would have accepted his offer."
"I wouldn't mind having Se.... Er, Jareth as a slave."
Two sets of eyes went to her, wide. Quistis smirked.
At the moment, the door slid open, and all turned to see a rather grubby looking Squall staring at them.
"What are you doing?"
They all blinked, as one, then started laughing. He scowled, placing a hand on his hip. Trying to look menacing only made it worse. Squall was not aware of the fact that he had purple streaks all over his face and his hair, due to the odd colored powder of the Grats. Add onto the fact that everything else was caked with dirt, and a rather annoyed Squall looked rather funny.
'Why Me....'
Squall groaned, as Rinoa clutched her sides, falling over with laughter.
"I'm sorry. It's just...." Quistis tried to speak between laughing, but gave up when Squall just shook his head.
"Whatever. I want you gone by the time I'm out of my shower."
And with that, he stalked off, eliciting another round of laughter as he did so. The back of Squall's pants looked like it had handprints all over it, not the pod marks of the Grats.
He stayed under the water for almost an hour, hearing the rustling sounds of the girls gathering their things and leaving. He was surprised Rinoa had remembered the code, they hadn't been together for... Ish, a while already.
But, he was aware of the reason why they'd been invited to his room. About a week ago he'd bought a 76 inch wide screen TV, with everything. It took up one whole wall. However, he had yet to watch it. Ah, well. He'd ask one of the girls tomorrow how the picture was.
He just slung a towel around his hips, knotting it so it wouldn't fall as he grabbed another before walking back out into the living room. Maybe he'd watch some TV while drying off, before falling into the bed that was calling his name.
"You really need to get a tan."
Squall froze, then looked towards his couch. Selphie was still there, a faint pink dusting her cheeks as she looked away.
"I just... wanted to say sorry."
'Thank Hyne I didn't walk out here naked....'
Squall shrugged.
"It's alright. I just wish she had told me that she would be inviting you guys over. I don't mind."
"Whatever." She grinned, using his catchphrase. "We know how lions are about their den's, and all that. Next time, we'll ask you, first. We didn't really want to invade your privacy."
He nodded, watching as she stood. "Well, I'll be outta be before a pool forms on your carpet. See ya later, Squall."
She started walking towards the door, turning when he called her name.
"Selphie... Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
"What was it that you wished a guy do for you?"
"You heard me?" She grinned. "How long were you outside?" Then she waved her hand, dismissing the question. "Here." She tuned on the dvd player and the TV, selecting the 'skip to a scene' menu, and setting it up for the ballroom.
"Just watch that, and you'll see why."
He nodded, catching the remote, but in the process dropped his towel. As he muttered something under his breath, and leaned over to pick it up, he felt the knot come loose.
The last thing he heard was the sound of Selphie giggling as she beat a hasty exit.
'Aww, he's so cute when he blushes... Waitaminute... I just thought Squall was cute?'
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Notes: I didn't notice the name thing till I was typing it, I swear. ^_^ But it makes sense, now that Seifer is demanding to be the lead role in that story. Er, off subject. =) I don't own anyone in this, they all belong to their respective copyright holders. I'm just having a bit of fun.
Btw, I think everyone might go ooc in this, just to warn you.
Squall paused before entering the key code to his door, hearing soft giggles from inside his room.
'Not again...' With a sigh, he let his fingers drift from the keypad, instead opting to lean against the door. He'd been in the Training Center all day, opting to fight without all his junctions. He'd been unable to lift Lionheart, so he'd taken just his Revolver. After falling victim to twenty sleeping spells (and getting his ass kicked promptly thereafter), he called for Diablos and gotten out of the Center.
'Damned Grats...' He scowled, enjoying the cool metal of the door. He could hear the footsteps of others walking by, but didn't care how he looked. He was tired, hungry, and wanted whoever was in his room - out.
"Are you sure he's not going to mind?"
Quistis questioned, passing the popcorn. Rinoa had invited them all in, and they were in the middle of a movie marathon. They'd just watched Legend, and swooned all over Tom Cruise. Next had been The Lost Boys. Quistis had always liked Kiefer Sutherland, and after remarking she did, Selphie had laughed.
"Hmm, Keifer, Seifer... oo, both blonde. Are you telling us something, Quisty?"
"But he has blue eyes." Rinoa remarked, her eyes on Jason Patric.
"Doesn't matter! Just look at the names. Now! Do you like him, or not?"
Quistis was saved from answering, as Rinoa threw popcorn at Selphie to get her to hush.
And now, they were watching Labyrinth. Selphie's favorite movie. In fact, Quistis believed that only Jareth could catch her attention faster then Sir Laguna.
They were at the beginning of the ballroom scene, and Selphie sighed as the music began.
"I wish someone would do that for me."
Outside, Squall shifted. Selphie's voice? What was she doing in his room?
The other two girls nodded. "I know!" Rinoa remarked, eyes flickering from the screen to her friend's. "Jareth is sooo romantic, if I was in the movie, I would have accepted his offer."
"I wouldn't mind having Se.... Er, Jareth as a slave."
Two sets of eyes went to her, wide. Quistis smirked.
At the moment, the door slid open, and all turned to see a rather grubby looking Squall staring at them.
"What are you doing?"
They all blinked, as one, then started laughing. He scowled, placing a hand on his hip. Trying to look menacing only made it worse. Squall was not aware of the fact that he had purple streaks all over his face and his hair, due to the odd colored powder of the Grats. Add onto the fact that everything else was caked with dirt, and a rather annoyed Squall looked rather funny.
'Why Me....'
Squall groaned, as Rinoa clutched her sides, falling over with laughter.
"I'm sorry. It's just...." Quistis tried to speak between laughing, but gave up when Squall just shook his head.
"Whatever. I want you gone by the time I'm out of my shower."
And with that, he stalked off, eliciting another round of laughter as he did so. The back of Squall's pants looked like it had handprints all over it, not the pod marks of the Grats.
He stayed under the water for almost an hour, hearing the rustling sounds of the girls gathering their things and leaving. He was surprised Rinoa had remembered the code, they hadn't been together for... Ish, a while already.
But, he was aware of the reason why they'd been invited to his room. About a week ago he'd bought a 76 inch wide screen TV, with everything. It took up one whole wall. However, he had yet to watch it. Ah, well. He'd ask one of the girls tomorrow how the picture was.
He just slung a towel around his hips, knotting it so it wouldn't fall as he grabbed another before walking back out into the living room. Maybe he'd watch some TV while drying off, before falling into the bed that was calling his name.
"You really need to get a tan."
Squall froze, then looked towards his couch. Selphie was still there, a faint pink dusting her cheeks as she looked away.
"I just... wanted to say sorry."
'Thank Hyne I didn't walk out here naked....'
Squall shrugged.
"It's alright. I just wish she had told me that she would be inviting you guys over. I don't mind."
"Whatever." She grinned, using his catchphrase. "We know how lions are about their den's, and all that. Next time, we'll ask you, first. We didn't really want to invade your privacy."
He nodded, watching as she stood. "Well, I'll be outta be before a pool forms on your carpet. See ya later, Squall."
She started walking towards the door, turning when he called her name.
"Selphie... Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
"What was it that you wished a guy do for you?"
"You heard me?" She grinned. "How long were you outside?" Then she waved her hand, dismissing the question. "Here." She tuned on the dvd player and the TV, selecting the 'skip to a scene' menu, and setting it up for the ballroom.
"Just watch that, and you'll see why."
He nodded, catching the remote, but in the process dropped his towel. As he muttered something under his breath, and leaned over to pick it up, he felt the knot come loose.
The last thing he heard was the sound of Selphie giggling as she beat a hasty exit.
'Aww, he's so cute when he blushes... Waitaminute... I just thought Squall was cute?'
--
Notes: I didn't notice the name thing till I was typing it, I swear. ^_^ But it makes sense, now that Seifer is demanding to be the lead role in that story. Er, off subject. =) I don't own anyone in this, they all belong to their respective copyright holders. I'm just having a bit of fun.
Btw, I think everyone might go ooc in this, just to warn you.
