Uh... I am soooo sorry guys, I haven't updated in around a year right?
(literally) There's school going on also, I'm probably not going to update
this story in awhile. So my updating will be twice as slow... But I am by
no means going to give up on it. Relax, there was a reason why Seifer was
being so mean to Quisty.
Ch. 4: Roommates. (Ah, I never know what to name the title)
Seifer sat for a moment after Quistis had left, poking his slaughtered livestock with his fork. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had expected to see Quistis less than she had expected to see him. All memories of the Garden, of his dream as a seeD came rushing back to him when he saw Quistis. People started to stare at him, they had obviously seen the fight. He couldn't take it anymore. Swigging a large mouthful of wine, Seifer picked up his coat and headed for his lavish (not to mention free) room.
Quistis turned the key into the lock and opened the door to what might have been two apartments combined. She gaped and stared wide-eyed at the 5 star room. The room was decorated in royal blue and creamy white. The window showed the beautiful scenery of the ocean. Quistis loved it. Dropping all her luggage on the one King sized bed available, she ran to the bathroom and smiled. After seeing someone who pissed off more than half the Garden, it would be nice to take a warm, refreshing shower. She turned on the water, stripped off her clothes and stepped into warm, steaming bliss; letting out a rare sigh of perfect contentment.
"No Seifer, free boat cruise and one million gil," was all that floated through her mind.
Seifer looked up at the golden numbers, which signified that he was at the right room. He opened the door and couldn't help showing off a genuine smile. The room was huge, and decorated in blue and white. He glanced at a pile of luggage on the one bed in the entire room.
"Those stupid people delivered the luggage to the wrong room." He mumbled as he picked one of the bags up. Seifer glanced around as if someone was going to come out and attack him, but seeing as he was the only one in the room, he unzipped the bag. It was filled with bras, thongs, makeup and everything that only a girl would own.
"Maybe they didn't deliver this stuff to the wrong room." Seifer grinned and pictured a hot blonde who would knock at the door, apologizing for the luggage mix-up. Maybe..... Suddenly Seifer saw a present wrapped in tissue paper at the bottom of the bag. It read:
I'm sorry I forgot your present so I hid it in your luggage for you to find later. I hope it still tastes good. From Zell.
Seifer wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Zell??" He thought. He had to open it .
BOOM!!!!!!!!
Quistis was just getting out of her shower and was toweling off when she heard a loud BOOM that sounded as if something exploded just outside her bathroom. She dropped her towel and opened the door, stark naked. She of course expected to be the only one in the room at that moment. Instead, she found a tall blonde man holding a handful of bras and thongs, many of which were covered in white....... stuff. She suddenly realized who that man was.
"YOU!!!" She shouted at the same time he did.
Silence ensued.
"......... nice boobs Trepe" Seifer managed to break the silence. Quistis became very red in the face, slammed the bathroom door and emerged a few seconds later, fully dressed but very angry.
"What the hell do you think you are doing, and why did you open my bags??" Quistis practically had steam pouring from her ears. "You smell disgusting!!!" She put emphasis on "usting"
"Well, apparently if you keep 5 week old milk in a package that would be opened. It explodes." Seifer held up a carton of milk with an expiration date that said August on it. It was October. "Zell has a pretty weird idea of a good birthday present."
"Oh god," Quistis said. The smell was so bad that all thoughts of why and how he was in HER room were devoid of her mind. She rummaged through her bags. "Here, I've got this scented candle."
"Yea, burn down the room!" Seifer sneered.
"Open a window."
"So I can jump out and be rid of the smell??"
Quistis sighed. "I've got perfume."
"Then this place'll smell like a cow died in a whorehouse."
"I'm not going to take your shit, Seifer. You started it, you finish it. Clean it up, come on." Quistis said. She was beginning to lose patience.
"It's Zell's fault! I never-"
"Yes you did."
"Ok fine, but who started..."
"You."
"Alright, but what about....."
"Still you."
"Dammit."
Quistis smirked. She had won this battle. As she watched him wipe off the spoiled milk from his face, she asked "What are you doing in my room anyway?"
"It's as much of my room as yours. Probably part of the poem deal." He replied, putting on his familiar smirk. Quistis looked at him. Really looked at him. He looked tired, but still put up his best effort to act like he used to in front of Quistis. She could tell that now, he was a mere shadow of his old self but he still refused to give up his arrogant attitude. She observed that he had brought his gunblade, as the case was very familiar to her eyes. She knew better than to ask how he was able to bring a weapon onto the ship.
" I am not going to share a room with you. We are going to get separate rooms first thing tomorrow morning. But I'm going to bed." She announced. It was 12:39 p.m.
"Which side do you want?" He asked.
"Excuse me?" Quistis was not going to share a bed with HIM.
"Side? You know, of the bed?" He repeated the words in a tone that made it look like Quistis didn't understand English.
"I know what you mean! We are not sharing a bed. You get the couch."
"How about I get the bed and YOU get the couch."
"Fine I'll take the couch." The words were out before Quistis could stop them. Seifer raised an eyebrow. Quistis mentally beat herself. How could she be so stupid? She was losing the game. She felt as if she'd lost a major battle. She trudged toward the couch and grit her teeth. They would forever be out of each other's way tomorrow morning - Quistis had to keep reminding herself. Tomorrow would be the day. Tomorrow.......
A/N: Again, I am so sorry about the terribly slow pace of posting a new chapter. And to be totally honest, I'm not real sure where I'm going with this story. If you want to maybe give me ideas of what should happen, or anything funny you'd like me to put in my story, I'd be happy to hear your ideas and give credit to anyone who does give me some. my email is lilasheebugcox.net. and my screen name for aol IM is lilasheebug, gimme a shout!
Ch. 4: Roommates. (Ah, I never know what to name the title)
Seifer sat for a moment after Quistis had left, poking his slaughtered livestock with his fork. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had expected to see Quistis less than she had expected to see him. All memories of the Garden, of his dream as a seeD came rushing back to him when he saw Quistis. People started to stare at him, they had obviously seen the fight. He couldn't take it anymore. Swigging a large mouthful of wine, Seifer picked up his coat and headed for his lavish (not to mention free) room.
Quistis turned the key into the lock and opened the door to what might have been two apartments combined. She gaped and stared wide-eyed at the 5 star room. The room was decorated in royal blue and creamy white. The window showed the beautiful scenery of the ocean. Quistis loved it. Dropping all her luggage on the one King sized bed available, she ran to the bathroom and smiled. After seeing someone who pissed off more than half the Garden, it would be nice to take a warm, refreshing shower. She turned on the water, stripped off her clothes and stepped into warm, steaming bliss; letting out a rare sigh of perfect contentment.
"No Seifer, free boat cruise and one million gil," was all that floated through her mind.
Seifer looked up at the golden numbers, which signified that he was at the right room. He opened the door and couldn't help showing off a genuine smile. The room was huge, and decorated in blue and white. He glanced at a pile of luggage on the one bed in the entire room.
"Those stupid people delivered the luggage to the wrong room." He mumbled as he picked one of the bags up. Seifer glanced around as if someone was going to come out and attack him, but seeing as he was the only one in the room, he unzipped the bag. It was filled with bras, thongs, makeup and everything that only a girl would own.
"Maybe they didn't deliver this stuff to the wrong room." Seifer grinned and pictured a hot blonde who would knock at the door, apologizing for the luggage mix-up. Maybe..... Suddenly Seifer saw a present wrapped in tissue paper at the bottom of the bag. It read:
I'm sorry I forgot your present so I hid it in your luggage for you to find later. I hope it still tastes good. From Zell.
Seifer wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Zell??" He thought. He had to open it .
BOOM!!!!!!!!
Quistis was just getting out of her shower and was toweling off when she heard a loud BOOM that sounded as if something exploded just outside her bathroom. She dropped her towel and opened the door, stark naked. She of course expected to be the only one in the room at that moment. Instead, she found a tall blonde man holding a handful of bras and thongs, many of which were covered in white....... stuff. She suddenly realized who that man was.
"YOU!!!" She shouted at the same time he did.
Silence ensued.
"......... nice boobs Trepe" Seifer managed to break the silence. Quistis became very red in the face, slammed the bathroom door and emerged a few seconds later, fully dressed but very angry.
"What the hell do you think you are doing, and why did you open my bags??" Quistis practically had steam pouring from her ears. "You smell disgusting!!!" She put emphasis on "usting"
"Well, apparently if you keep 5 week old milk in a package that would be opened. It explodes." Seifer held up a carton of milk with an expiration date that said August on it. It was October. "Zell has a pretty weird idea of a good birthday present."
"Oh god," Quistis said. The smell was so bad that all thoughts of why and how he was in HER room were devoid of her mind. She rummaged through her bags. "Here, I've got this scented candle."
"Yea, burn down the room!" Seifer sneered.
"Open a window."
"So I can jump out and be rid of the smell??"
Quistis sighed. "I've got perfume."
"Then this place'll smell like a cow died in a whorehouse."
"I'm not going to take your shit, Seifer. You started it, you finish it. Clean it up, come on." Quistis said. She was beginning to lose patience.
"It's Zell's fault! I never-"
"Yes you did."
"Ok fine, but who started..."
"You."
"Alright, but what about....."
"Still you."
"Dammit."
Quistis smirked. She had won this battle. As she watched him wipe off the spoiled milk from his face, she asked "What are you doing in my room anyway?"
"It's as much of my room as yours. Probably part of the poem deal." He replied, putting on his familiar smirk. Quistis looked at him. Really looked at him. He looked tired, but still put up his best effort to act like he used to in front of Quistis. She could tell that now, he was a mere shadow of his old self but he still refused to give up his arrogant attitude. She observed that he had brought his gunblade, as the case was very familiar to her eyes. She knew better than to ask how he was able to bring a weapon onto the ship.
" I am not going to share a room with you. We are going to get separate rooms first thing tomorrow morning. But I'm going to bed." She announced. It was 12:39 p.m.
"Which side do you want?" He asked.
"Excuse me?" Quistis was not going to share a bed with HIM.
"Side? You know, of the bed?" He repeated the words in a tone that made it look like Quistis didn't understand English.
"I know what you mean! We are not sharing a bed. You get the couch."
"How about I get the bed and YOU get the couch."
"Fine I'll take the couch." The words were out before Quistis could stop them. Seifer raised an eyebrow. Quistis mentally beat herself. How could she be so stupid? She was losing the game. She felt as if she'd lost a major battle. She trudged toward the couch and grit her teeth. They would forever be out of each other's way tomorrow morning - Quistis had to keep reminding herself. Tomorrow would be the day. Tomorrow.......
A/N: Again, I am so sorry about the terribly slow pace of posting a new chapter. And to be totally honest, I'm not real sure where I'm going with this story. If you want to maybe give me ideas of what should happen, or anything funny you'd like me to put in my story, I'd be happy to hear your ideas and give credit to anyone who does give me some. my email is lilasheebugcox.net. and my screen name for aol IM is lilasheebug, gimme a shout!