'Amends'
Author: The Notorious Naurwen
Chapter 3: Advice.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, my friends don't own them, and, odds are, neither do you. Doesn't that really suck?
Author's Notes: I'd like to thank Imhotep Ardeth Bey (Hi!) for helping me come up with ideas and being my Beta Reader! Thanks! Oh, and I'm thinking of starting a duel POV thing: part of the chapter focusing on Seifer, and the other part focusing more on Zell. I'm not sure though, because it would be really awkward at this time in the story and I'm so used to writing Seifer now. If you have any suggestions, please include them in your review. Thank you!
Seifer ran a hand through his hair nervously as he reached for the telephone receiver. He took a deep breath and dialed Zell's number. It rang a few times.
"Hello?" Came the voice on the other end. Seifer swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath.
"Hi." Seifer replied, an anxious feeling rising in his stomach.
"Oh. Hey." Zell said awkwardly. "S'up?"
"Nothing much. Just wanted to talk." Seifer rubbed the back of his neck and sighed softly.
"Oh." Zell said. "What for?"
"Um . . . "Seifer began to panic and then blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "You, uh, need to work on your right hook, is all. It's getting a little sloppy, you know?"
"What?" Zell asked in a startled tone.
"Um. Forget it." Seifer hung up the phone, leaving a very bewildered Zell on the other end. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!" Seifer chanted, smacking himself on the forehead repeatedly. Seifer stalked out of the room disheveled and embarrassed. Running a hand through his short hair, he walked down the hall towards the Training Center. He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Selphie bounding down the halls, nunchaku in hands.
"Hey, Seifer!" She greeted happily, hopping in step beside him. "How's it going?"
"Not bad." Seifer sighed. "You?"
"I'm great!" She giggled, a bounce in her step. "But you seem like there's something on you're mind . . ." she trailed off. "Anything I can do?" The thing about Selphie is, she's naturally a kind, accepting person. No matter who you are, she'll be there to help you out or just plain cheer you up. She had helped convince Squall and Cid to let Seifer back into Garden, as well as Matron. So Seifer felt that he owed it to her to tell.
"It's just that . . ." Seifer paused as they entered the Training Center and Selphie looked up at him expectantly.
"Hm?" She asked, following Seifer.
"I apologized to Zell two days ago," He began, "but we haven't really talked. I mean, I tried calling him, but I end up choking and saying something idiotic."
Selphie placed her index finger to her chin and thought. "My advice would be," she paused, "tell Zell how you feel about him."
Seifer was blown away. "What? But-how did you . . .?" How could Selphie know he had feelings for him?
Selphie giggled. "I'm just good at reading people, I guess!" She smiled cheerily and sort of hopped up and down in place. "You and Zell would be so absolutely adorable!" She leaned a little closer to Seifer and whispered. "I think Zell feels the same. He just doesn't know it yet."
Seifer looked her right in her emerald irises. "You really think so?" He asked.
Selphie nodded and they walked deeper into the Training Center. "I see him looking at you the way that Irvine looks at me. Or Squall looks at Rinoa. It's just a little glance usually, but there is this glint in his eyes. I can tell." Seifer sighed in relief.
"Thanks Selphie. I needed this." Selphie just waved it off and smiled.
"Hey, I'm always here to talk!" She her eyes went past him and she her nunchaku. "Now, let's kick some grat butt!"
Seifer drew his gunblade and turned around to see 5 grats howling with hunger. "Alright!"
Author's Notes! The sequel!: Thank you for reading! Ii would also like to say 'Hi' to Kammy, Thia, and Silver! Hi!
Author: The Notorious Naurwen
Chapter 3: Advice.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, my friends don't own them, and, odds are, neither do you. Doesn't that really suck?
Author's Notes: I'd like to thank Imhotep Ardeth Bey (Hi!) for helping me come up with ideas and being my Beta Reader! Thanks! Oh, and I'm thinking of starting a duel POV thing: part of the chapter focusing on Seifer, and the other part focusing more on Zell. I'm not sure though, because it would be really awkward at this time in the story and I'm so used to writing Seifer now. If you have any suggestions, please include them in your review. Thank you!
Seifer ran a hand through his hair nervously as he reached for the telephone receiver. He took a deep breath and dialed Zell's number. It rang a few times.
"Hello?" Came the voice on the other end. Seifer swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath.
"Hi." Seifer replied, an anxious feeling rising in his stomach.
"Oh. Hey." Zell said awkwardly. "S'up?"
"Nothing much. Just wanted to talk." Seifer rubbed the back of his neck and sighed softly.
"Oh." Zell said. "What for?"
"Um . . . "Seifer began to panic and then blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "You, uh, need to work on your right hook, is all. It's getting a little sloppy, you know?"
"What?" Zell asked in a startled tone.
"Um. Forget it." Seifer hung up the phone, leaving a very bewildered Zell on the other end. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!" Seifer chanted, smacking himself on the forehead repeatedly. Seifer stalked out of the room disheveled and embarrassed. Running a hand through his short hair, he walked down the hall towards the Training Center. He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Selphie bounding down the halls, nunchaku in hands.
"Hey, Seifer!" She greeted happily, hopping in step beside him. "How's it going?"
"Not bad." Seifer sighed. "You?"
"I'm great!" She giggled, a bounce in her step. "But you seem like there's something on you're mind . . ." she trailed off. "Anything I can do?" The thing about Selphie is, she's naturally a kind, accepting person. No matter who you are, she'll be there to help you out or just plain cheer you up. She had helped convince Squall and Cid to let Seifer back into Garden, as well as Matron. So Seifer felt that he owed it to her to tell.
"It's just that . . ." Seifer paused as they entered the Training Center and Selphie looked up at him expectantly.
"Hm?" She asked, following Seifer.
"I apologized to Zell two days ago," He began, "but we haven't really talked. I mean, I tried calling him, but I end up choking and saying something idiotic."
Selphie placed her index finger to her chin and thought. "My advice would be," she paused, "tell Zell how you feel about him."
Seifer was blown away. "What? But-how did you . . .?" How could Selphie know he had feelings for him?
Selphie giggled. "I'm just good at reading people, I guess!" She smiled cheerily and sort of hopped up and down in place. "You and Zell would be so absolutely adorable!" She leaned a little closer to Seifer and whispered. "I think Zell feels the same. He just doesn't know it yet."
Seifer looked her right in her emerald irises. "You really think so?" He asked.
Selphie nodded and they walked deeper into the Training Center. "I see him looking at you the way that Irvine looks at me. Or Squall looks at Rinoa. It's just a little glance usually, but there is this glint in his eyes. I can tell." Seifer sighed in relief.
"Thanks Selphie. I needed this." Selphie just waved it off and smiled.
"Hey, I'm always here to talk!" She her eyes went past him and she her nunchaku. "Now, let's kick some grat butt!"
Seifer drew his gunblade and turned around to see 5 grats howling with hunger. "Alright!"
Author's Notes! The sequel!: Thank you for reading! Ii would also like to say 'Hi' to Kammy, Thia, and Silver! Hi!