"Without any words, I can tell that your hurt,
I can see it in your eyes, take hold of my hand,
Yes, I'll understand, if you break down and cry..."



Irvine slowly made way to the cafeteria, as he noticed Zell and Selphie arguing about something. Which was not at all unusual. He slowly pulled out a chair, as he slouched back in it, looking up at the two.
"Shut up, Zell!" Selphie squealed, her face flushed with anger, "You don't know what you're talking about!" He mumbled something beneath his breath, as he suddenly pressed a hand against her forehead, pushing her away, causing her to stumble backwards as he took a seat across from Irvine.
"AHHH!!!" Selphie screamed, as she pushed him back, hard. Irvine's attention slowly fell upon Quistis, who walked in with a tall young man beside her. He had short black hair, with bangs that fell below his gray eyes. The man was dressed rather simple, a short black jacket, with pants that were tucked into his boots lightly. He took in a deep breath, as he turned back onto Zell and Selphie. Who hadn't at all stopped babbling things to one another.
"Would you two just drop it?" he muttered, annoyed, as he brought Selphie's cup of soda to his lips and drinking it. She opened her mouth, angered at him.
"Drop what?" she began at Irvine, "There's nothing to drop!" With that, she obediently sat down, and tousled her hair in Zell's face. He continued to mumble, as he ate his hot dogs. Irvine placed the cup back onto the table, as he slouched back. Quistis' blue eyes trailed to the young man and his two friends, as she took a seat at a table a couple of rows down.
"Quistis," the man before her uttered, staring deeply into her eyes. She paused, as she then flashed him a nervous smile. He slowly took her hand into his own, as he sat admiring her from across the table. He smiled, as he stared at her deeply, "Why ya been so quiet?"
"Oh...," she began, as she turned her attention back onto Irvine, who was laughing at something Zell had to say. He doesn't care....
She brought her diligence back onto him, as she smiled, gently pulling her hand away, "It's nothing, Varen...." Selphie slowly brought her hands to rest below her chin, as she stared at the two from where she sat beside Irvine. Zell began to talk about some weird incident that happened to him earlier, when he was rudely interrupted....
"You ever wonder why Quistis bother seeing a guy like him?" she questioned, oddly. Zell and Irvine turned to where she was directing.
Zell smirked, "She got nothin' better to do....You know how she been stressin' about all that. Guess she just needa friend.."
Selphie quickly perked up, sitting straight, "But she's got us...."
Irvine shook his head, disagreeing, "Come on now, quit talkin' about them." Selphie smiled, slyly, as she noticed the look he had on his face. He paused, as he stared back at her.
"What?" Irvine mumbled.
"O-KAY.....," Selphie uttered, "so what did you do today, Irvy?"
"What's his name?" he questioned.
Selphie let out a laughter, as she pointed directly at his face, "HAH! Don't wanna know anything about them, do you?"
"Damn," Zell muttered, "just tell him the name and keep it quiet for once." Selphie rolled her eyes, quickly crossing her chest, with a smirk.
"I'm not saying anything," she replied, "I needa shut up remember? I'm not talking." Zell stared at her, giving her a disgusted look.
He turned over to Quistis, "That guy just transferred here, about 2 months ago. Varen Mcdohl, I think that's his name."
"And they're not together kay, Irvine," Selphie exclaimed, giving him a wink. He shook his head, sighing at her.
"Seems like he took an interest in her," he replied, as he took another sip from the cup.
Selphie smiled lightly, "Seems like someone cares."
He glanced up at her, then turned away, "Who said I cared? I'm just here for the so-called wedding, remember."
"And then you're leaving?" Selphie questioned, a tone of sadness in her voice. He arched his brow, as he turned in the direction of Quistis. He hadn't noticed, until Varen came up beside him, when he slowly looked up, a bit startled.
"Pleasant," he uttered, gazing downward at Irvine, who just glanced up at him, then turned away, taking a deep breath. "Came back, am I correct?"
"Right," Irvine replied, his eyes turning to the man.
"Just wanted to get through to you," he uttered, "since you were gone, I've taken your place now. So...I suggest you know where you stand." With a smile on his face, the man slowly walked off, without letting Irvine slip in a word. Irvine smiled, shaking his head, as his eyes fixed upon Quistis, who was flipping through a book.
Selphie smirked, as she stared at Varen, walking out towards the exit, "Why does he talk like he know you? Ewww....what a freak."
"He does," Irvine replied, reluctantly.
"Yo, you know him?" Zell questioned, a bit lost. He nodded, as he slowly stood up.
"He was a cadet at Galbadia Garden. New transfer, eh?" he replied, letting out a laugh at the end. Selphie gaped up at him, oddly, as she watched him walk in the direction of Quistis. Her blue eyes slowly glanced up, as she then turned away after.
"Seat taken?" Irvine questioned, signaling to the chair across from her. Without an answer, he slowly pulled up the chair close beside her, as she sat seated her back towards him. Irvine peered over her shoulder slightly, as to what she had been looking at.
Her eyes turned to him, as she gazed over her shoulder, "What are you doing?"
He smiled, lopsidedly, as he stared at her, "Lookin' at you." Quistis crinched her nose, as she rolled her eyes.
"Learn to smile correctly," she remarked, shaking her head, as she began flipping through the pages of the thick book. Irvine's hand slowly reached over, as he read the cover.
"You read novels?" he uttered, as Quistis stared at him, his face hovering only centimeters away. But for reasons, she didn't mind it. Deep down, she was wondering so hard why he acted the way he did just now. Acted as though nothing happened between them, then and yesterday. She nearly cried in pity for herself that night. But she held it back, and now there he was, seeming to taunt her.
"Damn!" She remarked, her eyes staring hard at him, as though she were ready to pounce. She quickly stood up, flashing him once last dirty look before she stormed out of the cafeteria. Irvine's eyes opened, in surprise, although he had somewhat of a smile upon his face.



Pathetic, Quistis thought solemnly to herself as she walked down the nearly empty corridor. She quickly turned the corner, when she felt someone's grip tightened upon her wrist. She swung around immediately, only to be centimeters away from a familiar pair of cerulean blue eyes. She paused, as she gaped up at the tall figure. She quickly pulled away from his chest, as she stood staring up at him, angrily.
"What the hell is your problem?" Quistis questioned, a bit annoyed. He had a stern look upon his face, something she hadn't seen for the last 2 minutes.
"...I really want things to be okay between me and you," Irvine uttered, as he stared back at her. She shook her head, as she gazed down the long hall.
Her eyes met his, "You're not doing so well, are you?" She finished, "You could really act as though nothing ever happened one-second, and change your mind the next. That's one thing I hate about you, Irvine Kinneas." She quickly continued walking away, when he came before her, his eyes revealing sadness, of course only to make her feel pity for the young man. Something he always came to do, his blue eyes staring back at her.
"Please...," he uttered, quiet afterwards. Quistis turned from his gaze, as her arms crossed her chest, as she breathed heavily. "Can't we just go bak to bein' friends...?" Her blue eyes quickly fell upon him, once again, as she gazed up at him, hurt.
"Friends?" she repeated, "I don't want to be your friend, Irvine...not just that, I don't wanna have anything to do with you! You know, you always fucken fuck everything up, the second someone starts to feel for you. You're so damn selfish." He stared back at her, a bit surprised. Irvine never recalled a time, she was ever more angry. She had never said such things to anyone, even though, he would have been an exception not to long ago. He quickly followed behind her.
"Damn, would you just hear me out?" he began again, keeping pace, "I had my reasons....they might not be good enough for you, but I just want you to know that I did everything for a purpose."
Quistis' eyes stayed bestir before her, "So that explains everything. I don't need your pity, Irvine. I've finally got everything up to this point on my own, together." She listened to the words that escaped her, all but lies. He continued down, when she came to a stop in front of her dorm room.
Her blue eyes gazed away from his own, as she uttered softly, "And, I don't need you to ruin it." Irvine stared down at her, his eyes studying her features. She stood, avoiding any signs of eye contact with the man. Silence fell over them, for what seemed an eternity. He nodded his head, lightly, a continuos motion for a second.
"If that's how you want it," Irvine replied, simply, as his hands raised up slightly at his sides, showing his carelessness. "I guess that's how it's gonna be." Without another word, the young man turned in the opposite direction, strolling freely down the hallway. Her eyes fell upon him, slowly, as she felt her heart pouncing deep within her chest. He was careless, he didn't care the things she did, nor did he try an attempt to do so. Quistis couldn't help but keep questioning herself, was that really what she wanted?



Heheh...so...should I continue? If ya have n e suggestions or ideas, be free to tell me, I would like suggestions....review please...