Chapter Four
You Must be Delusional
"So anyway, I was just walking down the street, normal as can be, when I saw this meowing sound by my leg! Of course I bent down to see what it was. You know what they say, you're always sure what you'll find."
"Don't you mean you're never sure what you'll find?" Squall rolled his eyes dramatically. His mother smacked his arm.
"I didn't raise my boy to be like this!" She smiled.
Laguna ignored them and continued his story.
Man, this is so boring. I really should've gone with Irvine tonight. Maybe it's not too late.
"Dad? I just remembered, it's Zell's birthday today."
"Really...?" Laguna looked confused. "But I thought-"
"Yeah, uh, me too." Squall pushed back his chair, but Raine held it forward, crushing his legs.
"What the hell-?"
"You're staying RIGHT HERE mister."
Dammit.
"Zell? Have you ever been in love?" Irvine sighed dreamily
as he watched Ms. Legs walk past.
Zell made a phbt! noise.
"I think you've had too much to drink, man."
"I'm fine. It's great to be here, Zell. I haven't been to Deling City in such a long time..."
"What? You're getting delusional again..."
"I don't know what you're talking about Zell. It's great to be here, Zell. I'm in love."
Irvine held a dazy smile as he approached Ms. Legs.
"Hey darlin', how you feelin' on this lovely night in Deling?"
Zell shook his head in amusement.
"Huh?" She tilted her head to the side, a sure sign of stupidity. Or at least, according to what Squall had said.
"You know...you, me, the stars, falling everywhere. Just like your hair..."
The girl raised an eyebrow in disgust and walked off. Irvine frowned, his body swaying uneasily.
"See Zell? It's all your fault, we should've stayed in Esthar..."
"I'm not so sure about that, Irvine, we ARE in Esthar."
"No, we're not. We're in Deling. Cause remember how Squall gave you that vacation and we went to Deling together and I picked up a buncho of chicks? And we came to this club!"
Some people next to them were staring.
"Irvine, you need to go home? I could call you a lift."
"No! I'm perfectly...fine...in fact, I feel better than ever....
And the next thing everyone knew, another person had passed out on the floor at Club Esthar.
Zell sniggered.
"And they say the drinks here aren't poisoned. Thank Hyne alchohol has never touched my mouth!"
Dinner was finally over, and Squall was sitting in his room, reading a magazine. A knock on the door roused him from his thoughts.
"Who is it?"
"Your father."
Ugh.
"Come in." He sighed and put down his magazine, turning in his chair to face the door.
Laguna scratched his head nervously.
"Uh, hey Squall."
"Is something wrong?"
"No. Why?"
Squall groaned inwardly.
"Nothing. Why did you come in?"
That's it, be direct and get this over with.
"Well, it's nothing important, but- I found this cute-"
"That's okay Dad, I don't need a date."
What a nightmare. My father setting me up.
Laguna laughed and shook his head.
"No, it's not that."
"Then what?"
"It seems like you need some more company then Zell and Irvine-"
"No, they're fine."
"-so I went to the animal shelter and-"
Animals- wait-
"You WHAT?!?"
Squall stood up so fast in his chair that it fell over.
"Dad, I don't like animals."
They blow.
"Squall, you're going to LOVE this one. It's the cutest little doggie-"
Dogs blow. Cats are better. But I don't like cats either. Oh what am I saying? I must've had too much wine.
"Lemme show you."
Laguna disappeared to the left the of the door for a moment and brought back a little brown and white thing in his arms.
"Look! A little puppy! Isn't it cute?"
Squall slapped his forhead.
"No, I don't need a pet."
"It's not a pet, it's a companion."
"What's the difference?"
Laguna sighed.
"Listen, this is a present. Just enjoy it, your mother and I searched forever to find a puppy you would like."
"Well, I don't-"
I shouldn't make this into a bigger deal.
"Whatever."
"Great!" Laguna beamed and set the puppy on the floor. "I'll come by in the morning to give some instructions on how to take care of it. Good night!" He bounded happily out of the room.
How old is he, ten?
Squall shook his head and picked the dog up.
"What's your name?"
It whimpered in reply.
"You don't like me either? Good. Great, I'm talking to a dog." He sighed impatiently. "And your name will be-"
Squall picked his magazine up off the floor. On the cover was some sports guy. It said ANGELO STRIKES BACK.
"Angelo."
Angelo whimpered again, and Squall rubbed the dog's neck.
Angelo. I wonder if it's even a boy...who cares.
A/N: This is probably gonna be the last you hear from me for a week, unless I sneak on again. I hope you liked this chapter, I spent a nice amount of time today on it (considering it was only a day :( )
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