Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII because if I did I would be rich and powerful and wouldn't even bother to write this fic since I could make a movie out of it… *Grins* In other words, I seriously do not own Final Fantasy VIII.
Point of View: Rinoa
Chapter IV
A month went by and my perfect life began to slowly shatter. I could easily ignore my brothers… But I could not ignore a nineteen-year-old male walking around in my house. Neither could my boyfriend and neither could my friends. Jake didn't like Squall, that was a given. Ever since Squall had deliberately mistaken him for 'The Pool Boy', he had grown a tad bit bitter to the fact that I was living with another guy.
My friends… Well, being the hormonally challenged seventeen year olds that they were, they fawned over him. Ok, I'll admit, I couldn't really blame them because the guy was good looking. It's just that when you really get to know Squall… He's a pain in the ass. Well… to me anyways.
Worst is that he teamed up with my brothers. So it's almost as if I had three brothers to put up with. Although… I never really looked to Squall as my older brother. And if I did, that would be disturbing. I can't really picture myself thinking 'Wow, my brother looks really hot today.'
I finished off my muffin and glass of milk in three minutes- my latest record- and dashed towards the stack of mail on the counter. Nothing for me. No college acceptances… Nothing. Beginning to feel a little bit helpless, I noticed a big, thick envelope addressing Squall Leonheart. Curiosity gnawing at the back of my mind, I nearly did open it… Then I reminded myself that that was a crime.
So instead, I picked it up and decided to bring it to him. I took two steps at a time and headed for my brother's playroom. The lazy ass was usually always there in his infatuation with that video game… The name escapes me… It's about a thieving raccoon.
I was right. He was on the couch, trying to hit a big alligator of some sort. It kept smacking its tail around and he dodged its attacks.
I stepped in front of the T.V. and the alligator hit him; he swore out loud and I smiled to myself slightly. I'm sure, had I not been a girl, he would have cracked me one over the head, "That was my last life! I nearly beat her!" He was trying really hard not to scream.
I waved the envelope around, "I think this belongs to you." I informed him.
He tried to snatch it away from me but I pulled it away just in time. He got up from the couch and started advancing towards me. I then realized a number of things. Number one: he wasn't going to fool around with this. Number two: he was twice my weight and size. Number three… He had really nice eyes.
I asked him casually, "I'm guessing you'd like your mail?"
"You guessed well." He responded still walking towards me threateningly.
I started to cave at his very threatening glances, "I'm a good guesser." Well that was certainly something stupid to say.
"Then can you guess what I'm going to do to you if you don't hand it over?" He was really starting to scare me but I knew he wouldn't hurt me… Would he?
I put the envelope behind my back and… Backed right into a wall. Well, that's great, he had me cornered.
He gave me a long, cold stare, reached in from behind me and grabbed the envelope. I guess at this point I was hoping he wouldn't touch anything but the envelope. Right… As if that was possible. The wall, envelope and my ass were all interconnected at this point. He looped both arms around me and reached towards my back… Then Jake decided to walk in.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He fumed at Squall.
"Just getting my mail, Jack …" He pulled the envelope from in back of me and waved it around like a smart ass. Hyne, I hate that look he gets. The idiot is too proud for his own good…
I saw Jake's face turn beet red and he began to fume slightly, indicating me that there would soon be a dead commander in my house. So I walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you had soccer practice…"
He seemed to calm down at least a little bit so I lead him out of the room, giving Squall my best death glare. I hoped this an uncomfortable situation that would never take place again. Then again… My prayers are never answered.
***
"And then I cut and paste things and I made pretty drawings…" Stu was nearly hanging on to his pant leg.
Jake finally caved, "Alright kid, I'm going to have to ask you again… Go away."
Squall just picks the best times to walk in, "Hey Jack…"
"It's Jake…" My boyfriend replied through clenched teeth. This was going marvelously, the guy just didn't give up. He was a real, typical asshole!
"Well no… It's got to be Jack… I mean, your last name's Ass isn't it? So, you're Jack Ass."
That was the worst pun in existence! Why did he have to do this? Jake replied rather icily and I could sense danger, "I think I know what my name is and it's Jake Asseline."
"Jake Asinine?" Squall burst out laughing, "Fits the description."
"Squall, get out!" I nearly screamed; witnessing a murder was not on my 'To-Do' list. I scowled at him and pushed him out of the kitchen, "Just butt out…" I hissed at him.
***
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" He asked in his 'Sweet Voice' for the fifth time.
"Positive… I'm really not in the party mood right now." Lamest excuse… Well, it was true. I hated these parties. I've got nothing against beer but I don't trip on Ecstasy or Speed.
He kissed me and I didn't really have a choice but to kiss back. I like Jake and everything… It's just that sometimes… Argh, never mind it's complicated.
He darted off my porch and headed towards his car. Great, safe haven… Now Squall could be the dipshit he was without getting killed. Wait a minute… When did I start caring? Well, whatever… Small pay back for finding my textbook.
Suddenly, I remembered his mail. I rushed up the stairs and let myself into the guest bedroom… And then I realized the importance of knocking…
"What are you doing?" I screeched, forgetting that it was me who had entered on impulse.
"Changing my shirt… Stu accidentally spilt orange juice on me. Now what the hell are you doing?"
I couldn't help look at his bare chest… Well… Give me a break; he's got a nice body! "Well… I … Uh … Needed to talk to you…" Now if he'd just take those pants off… Wait, what am I thinking!
He slipped on a black t-shit and said, "Look if it's about Asinine then fine, I'll be nice to him but if he takes a swing at me, I'll give him a free séance of plastic surgery…"
"That's not it…" I said, "I was just wondering what that big envelope was about…"
"Information on Balamb Garden. I have to pass ten preliminary exams before they start building the Garden again."
"What now? Why?"
"To see if the commander is in good shape…" He explained, "They need to check my sanity level, my physical strength and my intellectual abilities."
"Un… huh…" I said. "That's weird." I admitted.
He shrugged, "Five physical strength exams, three knowledge exams and two sanity tests. If I fail just one sanity test or one knowledge exam then I fail the rest."
"So it's that important to be sane, huh?" I asked.
"Yeah…" He said and there was an awkward pause. It was only then when I actually realized I had barged in his room.
"Sorry…" I mumbled an apology and left, closing the door behind me. I felt heat rise up to my cheeks. Why did he make me feel this way? I couldn't be falling for him… It was just impossible.
Sammy: How the hell is it impossible? Give me a break, he's Squall Leonheart! How can you NOT fall for him? Heh heh… Getting carried away now… Well, anyhow! Please review, more chapters to come soon… Yes… That's the word … Soon.
