"I'm back again...Endless times.
Found a girl that I used to know.
Somebody came to the door that I didn't know, and I knew I had to let her go. . .
Is it over? All over?"
Quistis turned her head to aside, as she soon grew uncomfortable. Her blue eyes gazed upon another table, as her mind stayed on one main thing. Irvine let out a breath, as he came up beside the young woman, a cup of tea in one hand, as he willingly offered it to her. Quistis quickly looked up at him, taking a couple of minutes to take it. It might have sounded awfully stupid, but it was as though it was the idea of finally letting him back in her life.
After all, she had said once before directly to him, that she didn't want him in her life, neither did she want anything from him. And yet, there she was, giving in to the man that she gave over and over again before. Quistis solemnly brought the cup to her lap, as she held it in place, her eyes gazed downward. Irvine hesitated, as he sat down beside her on the bench, one arm rested on it.
His dark blue eyes gazed upon the blonde woman reluctantly, waiting for a time to get something out, "Aren't you gonna drink it?"
Quistis' eyes quickly turned to his, as though on que, "I'm not thirsty." A smile slowly played across the young man's lips as he slowly leaned back, getting comfortable.
"You're not...," he uttered, leaving a question to occur within Quistis' mind. "I thought you'd be..." He slowly turned his attention to her, as he then took the cup from her, consuming to his own thirst. There was a long pause, as Quistis turned away, not a word entering her mind. She wouldn't recall being nervous around the man. She just really didn't want to be there. At that second, he wouldn't have said anything to make her feel any better than she would have long ago.
"There's alotta things I learned...," Irvine began, seeming to just start up a conversation. Quistis solemnly stared at him from the corner of her eye, as she quickly gazed away. "You know...like those things you'd expect I wouldn't."
"I never said you were stupid, Irvine," Quistis commented, sounding a bit offended.
The statement caused him to smile, "I know."
"Or was that just your attempt to make a conversation?" Quistis retorted, her eyebrow arose. The man smiled, as he slowly stood up, shoving his hands deep within his pockets.
"You're catchin' on, eh?" he replied, with that everlasting smile. Quistis soon followed, as she leaned over to pick up her clipboard. She solemnly took off her glasses, as she gazed up at the tall man, who seemed to hover over her.
"It doesn't do well for your game," she retorted, a bit of a please smile upon her rosy red lips. "I thought you would have had that one figured out on your own, Kinneas." Irvine held onto his smile, as he sighed deeply, shaking his head.
"You know what...," he began, still gazing upon the woman that seemed to shove everything in his face. His eyes slowly peered over Quistis' shoulder, as he noticed a familiar figure heading in their direction, "Thank you....for your time." There was a long pause that fell soon after, as Varen slowly came up behind Quistis, seeming to have placed his hand somewhere he shouldn't have, causing her to jump forward, bumping into Irvine roughly.
"Sorry 'bout that," Varen uttered, an expression Quistis couldn't quite make out. The blonde woman forced a smile, as she felt herself grow hot.
"Hey, Varen," Irvine greeted, his eyes gazed directly into the other man's.
The black haired man smiled, "Irvine, funny seeing you here. I thought you'd be off on another one of your 'women hunt'."
"I'll humor you on that one," the cowboy replied, stealing a glance at Quistis, "I would be off at about this hour. I needed a thirty minute break."
"Interesting," Varen retorted, glancing down at Quistis, who was now turned to opposite direction, eyeing something off subject to the matter.
"Well, I should be goin' anyway," Irvine began, smiling, "Hope you two have fun."
Quistis paused, as her blue eyes gazed downward, instead of paying all of her attention to the matter at hand. Her mind just kept on playing that same game with her. Always off subject, always thinking about something that she didn't' even want to hear of.
"Quistis?" Varen's voice bumped into her head, as her light blue eyes quickly gazed up, startled. She immediately flashed the man a smile, not persuading enough to make him believe.
"Yeah," she uttered, paying full attention to him.
Varen hesitated, as his eyes stared directly into her own, "You haven't been yourself." Quistis smiled, who the hell did this guy think he was to honestly know who or how she really is. It sounded pathetic to her, even if he had tried to make something happened. Sure, she enjoyed part of his company, but at times he tried too hard. Making her believe that she was actually some prize to be won. A competition between himself and Irvine....
"Really?" Quistis quickly answered, sipping out of her straw. "I guess its just too fancy for me," she smiled.
Varen's expression turned odd, as he leaned slightly over the rounded table, "Quistis..., we're at a pub." The young blonde's eyes slowly fell upon him, as a smile played across her lips.
"Oh," was all that she had in mind for a short and quick answer. Varen slowly sat back, as his blue eyes grazed upon her full features. Her eyes were set in the distance, as she joyfully watch the guitarist play to a melody she didn't quite recall.
"Guitars," Quistis uttered, turning back to him.
"Yeah," Varen replied, before giving her a chance to finish, "They play good music." The statement caused a sudden urge for Quistis to smile, as she leaned her elbows on the table, resting her hands below her chin.
"It's only if the person holding is good at it," she uttered, as though falling deep within a trance. Varen stared at the blonde woman, trying hard to read the expression upon her seemingly pale face.
"Do you...know anyone who plays?" he questioned, causing her attention to fall immediately back on him.
"No," was her curt reply, as a quick smile fell into place, "Um...I'm getting kind of tired." The man before her smiled, as he quickly stood up, walking beside her as he pulled out her chair. Quistis slowly stood up, flashing him a smile, as the two then headed out of the pub.
Quistis slowly walked down the empty corridor, as the sound of Varen's footsteps sounded behind her. She let out a short breath, as she finally made way to her door, quickly turning back to face him. Her gloved hands slowly reached for the knob, as a smile fell over her lips, and the young man stood only inches away from her to the point where she could feel his body brush up against her own. Quistis' eyes stayed fixed upon his lips, as she felt the sudden urge to kiss him, but held back, when he finally moved in.
Her hand slowly fell over his chest, as she gently pushed him away. Varen smiled, wearily, as his hand placed upon her door, supporting his weight, "Not tonight?"
"Tonight? What to you mean?" Quistis questioned, as if she were a confused little girl.
Varen let out a short witted laugh, as he quickly stood up straight, "Ah, come on, Quistis. You're killin' me. Listen, Sweetie," he began again, as his gloved hand fell upon her chin, lifting her face to the his own, "I'll just see you tomorrow." With that, he slowly made way towards his dorm room, without a least bit of courtesy that he had shown early on that night.
Quistis paused, as she watched the young man disappear around the corner, letting out a longing sigh. She slowly turned the knob, as she entered her room, locking the door behind. Quistis' blue eyes scurried about the quietness, as she solemnly walked over to her bed, slowly sitting down. Varen was actually all right if you had really gotten to know him. She wasn't too sure about giving him a chance, when she had already gone that far.
Her thoughts quickly scattered, as a knock sounded at the door. Quistis let out a sigh, as she slowly made way to it, pulling it open just enough to see her greeter. She then let go, leaving the door to open wide, as she noticed a frightened expression on Selphie's face.
"Selphie...," Quistis uttered, "what are you---"
"It's Irvine! He's dead!"
Note: hmm...okae, well there it is. Hope you can review and I'll keep it coming~!
