Hey all! I'm back! Don't want to bother you with an annoying speech, so go ahead and read. ^_^  Oh! Pre-Warning type thing: I think I made Seifer a little OOC, but when someone confronts his or her crush, isn't everyone a little shy?

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, I own the plot…and a pencil. I suppose that's it. Wait…I also own the paper I used to write this down before I typed it up. Yup. That's about it.

.Matchmaking.

            Seifer Almasy was finally a SeeD. I found it rather hard to believe, but he passed with flying colors. He looked amazing in his SeeD uniform, as if he were made for it.

            And his smile.

            His smug smile was replaced with a genuine look of happiness.

            I approached him at the ball and complemented him on how nice he looked. I had always had a tiny crush on him, and telling him to his face that he looked very handsome was quite an obstacle. I'm glad I did tell him. I mean, if I hadn't approached him, he probably never would've ended up dancing with Zell, and then they wouldn't be together. Give me some credit!

            *cough* Sorry about that. I'm getting off track.

            So I told Seifer that he looked rather handsome, with his earnest smile and his uniform.

            His smile seemed to grow, and his mysterious emerald eyes twinkled. "Thanks, Quisty."

            I blushed slightly and nodded, turning to leave.

            But Seifer gently touched my arm and turned me around. "Hey, Quistis, we're friends, right?"

            I was caught off guard by his question but answered honestly, "Of course, Seifer. Why do you ask?"

            His smile faltered a bit as he laughed nervously. "Well, uh…I can confide in you, right?"

            Okay, Seifer was always able to confuse me, with his lewd jokes and his ability to keep a look of innocence when he knew he was doing something he shouldn't be doing, but I was now more confused than ever. "Yes, I suppose you can," I said slowly, cautiously.

            Seifer's nervous smile then turned into a semi-serious grin. He broke eye contact with me, finding a sudden interest in his SeeD boots. "Say…um, hypothetically speaking, of course…say that someone wanted to, uh, ask a, um, certain Chicken-Wuss out, how would this *cough* someone go about doing that?"

            I raised an eyebrow at him as I tried to comprehend what he had just asked. "Hypothetically speaking? Someone wants to ask Zell out?" A sly, knowing smile suddenly spread across my face.

            He looked up at me and suddenly began to shake his head. "No! It's not me!"

            My sly smile only widened. "In denial, eh?"

            "Who's in denial?" a familiar voice asked curiously.

            And wouldn't ya know it? It was the tattooed, hotdog lovin' blonde bombshell named Zell.

            I bit my bottom lip to fight back a giggle and continued to talk to a very flushed Seifer. "Well, I think that if a certain someone wants to ask a certain Chicken-Wuss out, he should just start out by simply asking this Chicken-Wuss to dance." I took Zell's arm and gently pushed him to Seifer.

            Zell gave me a confused look, probably wondering what in Hyne's name I was doing. He then shrugged and turned to Seifer. "Hiya, Seif. Congratulations on making SeeD."

            Seifer, in all his redness, simply nodded but sent me a glare.

            I nodded towards Zell and mouthed, Ask him.

            Seifer blushed all the more and shook his head.

            Zell turned back to me. "Do ya have a secret language goin' on?"

            "No, Zell," I replied, "but Seifer has made up his own language, Language of the Coward. I think he's trying to ask you if you'd like to dance."

            Zell's face seemed to brighten at that statement, and he turned to Seifer again. "Seif?" He put a hand under Seifer's chin and brought Seifer's gaze up from his boots. "You wanna dance with me?"

            I had never seen Seifer look so vulnerable and timid as he gave Zell a silent nod.

            Zell laughed. "Aw, Seif! Ya shoulda asked me sooner! C'mon."

            And without another word, the most unlikely pair (or so we thought) was out on the dance floor. Zell wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck, and he pressed his cheek against Seifer's chest.

            Seifer stood dumbfounded for a moment before cautiously slipping his arms around Zell's waist.

            They were so cute out there in each other's arms. I couldn't help but giggle and congratulate myself on a job well done.