A/N:: I'M SORRY! I know it's been AGES since I last updated it, but my muse decided to come back from Bermuda and I thought I'd put it to good use while it was with me. SO! Without further adu!
Selphie and Irvine, I'm glad you guys got married and
That was as far as Squall had gotten after two hours of sitting in his dorm room. A speech. As in, in speaking in front of people. Possibly the entire Garden… His stomach did quadruple back flips just thinking about it. This was not going to be fun…
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"One, two, three. One, two, -ow! Ok, uh… one, two, three. One- yowch!"
Selphie grabbed her foot in pain. She stood there in the middle of the quad, Irvy in front of her, who was making an effort to learn how to dance.
"Sorry. Look, Butterfly, I'm no good at this!"
"No! Irvy, I'm fine. Really. And you don't want to skip our first dance as a married couple, do you?" Selphie protested batting her eyes and masking her face in a pouty expression. "Now you almost had it that last time. Just one more try. Please?"
Irvine sighed and looked down at his fiancé. He couldn't say no to the pouty face. She, knowing this, used it as often as possible. "I suppose." With that, he put his hand back at her waist and began counting in his head…
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And Zell sat in the cafeteria… eating hot dogs.
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Selphie and Irvine, I'm glad you guys got married and I…
Yes! Another word. Squall was making progress! The SeeD closed his eyes and lashed the desk with his head. This wasn't supposed to be so hard! It's just a little speech! Wishing them the best! … Wishing them the best. … Wishing you the best. Squall's hand quickly scribbled down the flash of inspiration.
Selphie and Irvine, I'm glad you guys got married and I wish you the best!
Poetry!
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And Zell sat in the cafeteria… eating hot dogs.
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"You're a natural!" Selphie squealed. She had finally managed to get Irvy waltzing without breaking too many of her toes.
"Couldn't have done it without ya, babe." The cowboy replied kissing the top of her hair as they walked her to the cafeteria. "I wonder where everyone else is…"
"Well, Rinoa and Quistis finally managed to drag Seifer off to the Tux shop. I have no idea where Squall is, and Zell-"
"Ih wiet heaw!" Zell shouted through the gobs of chewed hotdog in his mouth. He waved from the back of the cafeteria, arms flailing.
Irvine shock his head and walked over. "Didn't your ma ever tell you not to speak with your mouth full?"
Zell's eyebrows pushed together in confusion, "huh?"
Selphie giggled and lightly patted Zell on the back. "So, have you finished your speech?"
Zell swallowed, but didn't reply until he had another chunk of hot dog between his teeth. "Nah… I thought I'd get up there and wing it. I mean, it can't be that hard. Just tell you guys how happy I am for ya… right?" He questioned, savagely ripping another portion off of the frank in his hand. "Gow, I wuv fees fings!"
"Yo, Zell! Slow down, man."
"Nevaw!"
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Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap
Squall cradled his head in his hand and tapped his pen on the table. The table under the abuse of the pen began to wear when it was finally saved by a quiet knock at the door. Squall pulled himself out of the chair and hurried over to the door.
"Hey!" Rinoa greeted him, inviting her self in. "Haven't seen you all day. Whatcha been up to?" She pondered wondering over to the desk.
"Oh, uh. This and that…" Squall bit down on his lip as his girlfriend picked up the piece of paper that he had been working on all day.
"Been writing your speech, have you?"
"Uh, maybe."
Rinoa smiled, " 'Selphie and Irvine. I'm glad you guys got married and I wish you the best.' I would have guessed you've just started; however… the condition of this piece of paper proves otherwise…" she joked, casting a sideways glance at Squall.
Squall made a grab for the script, "Yeah, well. Some things come easier to others. Ugh… I can't believe they're making me do this."
"Awe…" Rinoa cooed, walking over to Squall and wrapping her arms around him, "Is someone have a case a stage fright?"
"Whatever."
The brunette sighed, "You can direct an entire garden through a major crisis and lead a group of seven in a fight against the most powerful sorceress of all time, and you don't think you can manage a little toast for our friends?"
"…Whatever."
Rinoa scoffed, "I'm sure it's come to you. Your muse must be taking a vacation or something. Why don't you come down the cafeteria and get your mind off of it. Everyone's down there anyway. We were gonna go out together, 'member?"
Squall nodded and threw a gaze at the wrinkled piece of paper Rinoa had placed back on the desk, "Yeah. I guess."
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