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.Party Ideas.
And that's how they got together. A bit fluffy, no? Well, excuse me for being a girl. They make a cute couple, and I'm glad to see them together. Now, let's bring you seven months after that fated SeeD ball.
We were all (and by all, I mean Squall, Rinoa, Irvine, Selphie, Seifer, Zell, and myself) sitting at our usual cafeteria table.
Squall and I had been discussing plans of remodeling Garden, but Rinoa had suddenly appeared, and her annoying high-pitched voice pulled his attention away.
I sighed to myself and looked around our table. Irvine was listening patiently as Selphie explained her ideas for the Spring Festival.
Seifer and Zell? Well, Seifer and Zell were off in their own little world, and all of Seifer's attention (mouth) seemed to be on Zell's mouth, and vice versa. And they seemed to be completely okay with public displays of affection. The first time they did a PDA, they had received curious looks from all who saw. Now, however, it's completely normal to see the two going at it.
Squall suddenly cleared his throat and got our attention. Seifer and Zell, both knowing not to piss the Commander off, reluctantly pulled away from their kiss.
"Rinoa says we should begin planning for Zell's birthday party," he announced.
"No, Squally, you were supposed to send Zell away before you said anything!" Rinoa giggled like a young child.
Squall stared at her blankly and did a small shrug of his shoulders.
Zell seemed excited with the idea of a birthday party. "A party? When?"
I sighed and shook my head. "It was supposed to be a surprise."
We all glared at Squall.
"Selphie would've told him anyway," Squall tried (in vain) to defend himself.
We all (with the exception of Selphie) nodded with agreement.
"I say we hire a stripper," suggested Irvine. Because of his personality, we weren't able to tell whether or not he was joking.
Seifer, either way, didn't like the idea. "I don't think Commander Leonhart would allow a stripper on campus."
Selphie giggled. "Who says the party is going to be on campus? I think a stripper is a good idea." With Selphie's innocent personality, we were all pretty surprised, but we know that with a boyfriend like Irvine, the girl can't be too innocent.
"Would you let me have a stripper, Baby?" Zell turned to Seifer and tried his cuteness routine, something he knew that Seifer couldn't resist. His bottom lip stuck out, and he snuggled close to the taller blonde. "It'd be fun."
I stifled a giggle behind my hand and pretended to yawn.
Seifer glared at Irvine for coming up with the idea.
"I don't think a stripper would be appropriate," I said, saving our famous lovebirds from an argument.
Seifer sent me a thankful look.
Zell frowned. "Maybe you're right."
"Don't worry, Zell, we'll find another way to make your party special," Rinoa assured him with a smile.
He nodded absently, though we could tell he was disappointed. "Well, guys, I have a class to teach, so I'll be seeing you later." Zell gave Seifer a quick kiss, stood, waved to the rest of us, and left before we could reply.
* * *
"Can I show you what I got Zell for his birthday, and you tell me what you think?" Seifer asked earnestly.
Irvine and I nodded. We were in Seifer's dorm because he had asked us to be there. We had sent Selphie to distract Zell while Seifer showed us whatever it was he had to show us.
"Okay, but you know you can't tell him what it is." Seifer gave us a look that told us that he'd skin us alive if we even told Angelo.
"We swear," Irvine said.
"Seifer, you can trust us," I told him.
He looked at us evenly for a moment, probably wondering why in Hyne's name he was trusting Irvine Kinneas and Quistis Trepe of all people. Seifer finally took a deep breath and pulled his shirt over his head.
"Whoa, Buddy, whatcha doin'?" Irvine asked, stepping back.
Seifer rolled his eyes. "Do you see this tattoo?" He pointed to an ink marking on his chest, right over his heart.
Irvine and I nodded again. I looked closer at it, feeling no shame that I was peering at Seifer Almasy's chest. It was a heart with FH written beautifully inside. Under the FH were Zell's initials.
I smiled, realizing what it meant. "That's sweet, Seifer."
Irvine continued to examine it, obviously not understanding the significance. "Why the hell did ya get Fisherman's Horizon's initial's tattooed on yer chest?"
I giggled, and Seifer rolled his eyes again.
"I didn't get it for Fisherman's Horizon. It stands for 'forever his.' I'm going to ask him to marry me," Seifer explained, pulling a small gray box fro his back pocket.
"Oh!" Irvine smiled, a look of realization crossing his features. "Really had me worried there for a second."
"Do you think he'll say yes?" Seifer inquired, turning to me.
Why was he asking me? He knew Zell better than I did, but I suppose he needed a second opinion. "Of course he'll say yes! He loves you, Seifer," I said. And it was the truth. Zell lived for Seifer. I had never seen Zell so happy.
"Quisty's right, Seif. You an' Zell are meant to be together," Irvine said.
That seemed to boost Seifer's dampened self-esteem. "You think?"
"Definitely," I said. Seifer wasn't one to stop and doubt anyone's feelings for him. You either liked him or you didn't. You were either friend or foe. But either way, you respected him. He rarely returned that respect, but Zell received more than anyone else. Zell also received Seifer's love, something I guessed that Seifer was giving away for the very first time. He was actually trusting Zell with his heart. There was a time when I would've kicked Seifer's ass, but now, I'll kick Zell's ass if he even thinks about hurting Seifer.
Seifer was staring intently at the box he held.
"Can we see it?" Irvine asked cautiously.
Seifer's eyes narrowed suspiciously, as if he were just now realizing he shouldn't be trusting us.
"No, Irvine, it's fine," I said. "We'll see it eventually."
Irvine was definitely disappointed, but he respected whatever Seifer decided. "Okay. I'm sure he'll love it."
I nodded, agreeing with Irvine. "Are you going to ask him at the party tomorrow?"
Our ex-knight put the small box in the top drawer of his desk before pulling his shirt back over his head. "Yeah. Probably after everyone leaves."
But that, my dear reader, is where I am forced to turn it over to our author, where she will continue the story. For this is all I know. Only she, Zell, and Seifer know the rest of the story, and it seems as if she's the only one who wishes to tell the rest. Ciao.