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Light has a way of warming you. It transforms your discomfort into something you can be content with . . . that is, unless you have a splitting headache.
"Ow . . . what the hell? Ohhh . . . what happened to me?" Zell looked at his surroundings. A white cot, white curtains on the window (which weren't keeping much of that damned light out), white floors, and white walls. // The Infirmary. Great. What am I doing here? Last thing I remember was . . . was kissing him. //
"Ah, Zell! Glad to see you're awake. I guess those pain pills knocked you out cold. I never knew you had such a low drug tolerance." The doctor was all cheer, but Zell wasn't feeling so great. Yeah, the drugs he'd been given let him sleep easy, but they also left him with a throbbing migraine.
"So why is it I feel like I've been trampled on by a T-Rexaur, again?" Zell was honestly curious . . . why would the doctor feel the need to pump him full of drugs just for a sprained ankle?
"Well . . . when you were brought in, you looked rather . . . umm . . . dazed. I thought you might be in shock, so I gave you some drugs that would relax you, and make it easy for you to sleep."
// Shocked? Me? Shocked that Seifer-fucking-Almasy kissed me? . . . you bet your ass I was. // Zell mumbled to himself: "yeah . . . shocked . . . you can say that again."
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Nothing Doc. I was just wondering if I were ok now, or if I needed to stay off my feet or something." // Nice cover-up Dincht. Heh heh heh . . . //
"Well, you should be fine. You didn't hurt yourself too badly, but you definitely don't want to run or put too much pressure on your ankle for a week or so. You should be able to walk without any real problem." At this, the Doctor helped Zell up from the bed, and escorted Zell to the door. While Zell could indeed walk, he found that he could not do so without some slight discomfort, at first.
"Thanks Doc." Zell left the Infirmary and made slow progress toward his room. He traversed the Garden without incident, but upon arriving at his door, he heard a familiar voice from behind him.
"Zell! Hi! Are you doing ok? Do you need help opening your door? Would you like me to get you an ice pack? Extra Pillows? Read to you? Get your homework for you? Bring your dinner to you? Anything?" Selphie Tilmett was spunky. That's the word . . . spunky. Annoyingly so, at times. But for all her annoying spunk, Zell loved her like a sister. Standing just over 5'1'', she wasn't exactly what one would call intimidating. She made up for her lack of height with her excess of energy, which was more than enough to make her dangerous.
"That's ok, Selph, I'm not hurt that badly. But if you really want to, you could go get me a hotdog from the cafeteria." Come on. Did you honestly think Zell would pass up a chance to get a hotdog?
"Ok, Zell! You can count on me! I'll be back with your hotdog in a jiffy!" And with that, she ran in the direction of the cafeteria.
// sigh Selphie, what would I ever do without you? //
Zell unlocked his door and made his way in. After making himself comfortable, he began to let his mind wander . . .
// Wow . . . I need to clean this place. I wonder if I can railroad Selphie into doing it for me . . . nahh . . . it would be nice, but I can't take advantage of her like that. //
Seeing that his television was nearly as lonely as he was, Zell decided to see what was on.
// Hmm . . . News? No. Discovery Channel? Maybe later. Old movie? Nah. Ooooh! SpongeBob! //
And thus, Zell enjoyed his Saturday morning . . . watching Sponge Bob Square-Pants.
***** Selphie's POV *****
Selphie arrived in the cafeteria only to find the hotdog supply exhausted.
"Argh! Stupid morning hotdog rush! Wait a sec . . . there's not usually a rush this early on Saturdays . . . everyone else sleeps in! Hey, what gives?!?"
Selphie had addressed a cafeteria woman named Estelle. Estelle was somewhat . . . burly, one might say. In a frighteningly low-pitched voice, she replied: "If you want hotdogs, talk to them. They just bought every last one." The ladle she was holding seemed to indicate in the direction of Raijin and Fujin, who were laying on the ground near a very messy table.
"Hey guys, what gives? Where's all the hotdogs?"
Fujin let out an uncustomary loud burp, and slumped even further into the ground.
"What's wrong with you guys?" Selphie couldn't help but ask. The scene was simply too ghastly too imagine.
"FULL" Was the only reply given, until Raijin spoke up:
"Ugh . . . We ate 'em all, ya know? We only had one left . . . so we gave it to that Nida kid, ya know?"
"Yes. I know." Selphie didn't hide the fact that she disliked Raijin and Fujin. After all, they didn't make very good conversation.
After hearing a few more burps, and a few other disgusting sounds, Selphie decided to go find Nida. // Who knows . . . maybe he hasn't eaten it yet. //
***** Zell's POV *****
Zell sat on his bed, facing the television set. Sponge-Bob was encased in a clear jar, by a no-name Jellyfish. "Hey, what's that smell? Smells like big business . . . "
". . . " Normally Zell loved Sponge-Bob . . . but today it was different. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in the Training Center. // He kissed me. Wow. Should I talk to him about it? Did he . . . did he mean anything by it? I remember all the times he called me names and picked on me . . . why would he do all of that if he liked me? Maybe I should just forget it. Do I really like him enough to . . . pursue some kind of relationship with him? //
"Stop it, Zell. You're jumping way ahead of yourself. You don't even know that he would want anything to do with you." Zell turned off the television, and sat in silence for a while. "Heh. I'm acting too much like Squall . . . I should stop thinking and go talk to him about it. But what should I say? Maybe I should ask someone . . ."
Moments later, Zell arrived at the door of one very relationship- knowledgeable cowboy. At least Irvine could give him a few flirting tips. Zell stopped to listen at the door to make sure Irvine was home . . . He didn't hear anything, so he knocked on the door. . . . Now one answered, so he tried the knob.
"Huh. It's unlocked. I'll just see for myself if he's home."
What he saw amazed him. Irvine Kinneas sitting on his couch ass-naked . . . polishing his gun wink wink, nudge nudge .
"Gasp! Irvine! I . . . uhh . . . that is, uh . . ."
Zell would never admit it, but at that moment, all he could think about was joining in Irvine's little gun show . . . (or maybe he should say, * big * gun show).
"Zell! Shit!" Irvine covered himself as best he could, and attempted to hide himself behind the couch. Zell continued to stare into space, with a dazed (but happy) look on his face. "Well uh, partner, seems ya caught me. Heh. I admit it, I wank the willy. I flog the dolphin. I pull my -"
"Ok! Ok! I get the point! I'll come back later, if you want." Well, to be honest . . . Zell would have liked to have stayed and watch Irvine finish the job . . . but maybe some other day.
"No, no! That's alright. Just lemme get dressed and I'll be out in a right-quick minute." Zell turned around (although he * really * didn't want to) while Irvine dressed. "All right partner, you can look now." Sweatpants. How quaint.
"Well, now that you're decent . . . I wondered if you could give me some advice?"
"What fer? Shoot, everyone knows I give bum advice about everything but women."
Zell thought to himself: // Well . . . that's not * exactly* what I'm here for . . . but you'll have to do. // "Yeah, that's kinda what I wanted to talk to you about. See, there's this . . . girl." // Heh heh . . . if Seifer ever knew I was referring to him as a girl, he'd have my balls for breakfast. Hmm . . . would that be so bad? // "Anyways, there's this girl, and I think I really like her. We kinda kissed once, but I don't know if she was just playing around or what. Any idea on what I should do?"
Irvine seemed to think for a minute. "Well . . . you outta just ask her out on a date. If she really likes you, she'll take you up on it. Who knows, maybe you can even have a little fun . . . heh heh heh. And if she was jus' playin', she'll let you know, plain and simple."
"Thanks Irvine. I'm glad I came to you about him . . . I mean, uh . . . her! I'm glad I came to you about her!"
Irvine chuckled. "It's ok Zell, I kinda figured you were more into boys. After all, you were lookin' mighty hungrily at me doin' my business earlier." Zell blushed, and Irvine leaned in closer to whisper . . . " . . . but what I don't tell everyone is . . . that I'm not 100% a ladies man."
"You mean . . ."
Irvine smirked, and Zell was momentarily reminded of Seifer. "Yep. I'm a bisexual. Truth be told, I probably like guys just as much as girls . . . in fact, I've been chasing our own Mr. Leonhart for quite some time now."
Zell was dumbfounded . . . and he did not hide it very well. He simply could not fathom the possibility of Squall and Irvine being a couple. It seemed nearly as improbable as his potential relationship with Seifer. Zell quickly left his bewildered state, and decided to end the conversation quickly, so as to go find Seifer. "Well man, if you wish me luck with mine, I'll wish you luck with yours."
Irvine smiled at him, and said simply . . . "Deal."
Zell left Irvine's room feeling quite good about himself. He would find Seifer, and sort things out.
***** Selphie's POV *****
After searching quite some time for Nida, Selphie was getting tired. Finally, she sat down on a bench near the Garden entrance/exit.
"Sigh I'm tired. And a little hungry too."
Suddenly, a voice came seemingly out of nowhere. "Would you like a hotdog?"
"Nida! Where have you been, I've been looking all over for you!"
The boy smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "I just came down here to relax for a while. I had been hungry, but for some reason I just couldn't eat this hotdog. Do you want it?"
"Why yes, I want it! Zell will be so happy when he finds out I got him a hotdog!"
The boys face seemed to twist with consideration. "The hotdog would be for Zell? But . . . I wanted it to be for you. I really wanted you to have my hotdog . . . "
Selphie was slightly disturbed by Nida's insistence that she take his hotdog. She didn't know what to make of the way he lunged it at her. "Well, I'm sorry Nida, but I just wanted to get Zell a hotdog."
"Oh. I see how you are." Nida looked at Selphie with accusation in his eyes. Needless to say, it was becoming clear to Selphie that this boy was more than a little odd.
"Umm . . . it was a very nice thought Nida, but umm . . . I just wanted the hotdog for Zell. Could I please have it?" She hoped that he would stop acting so strange, and just give her the hotdog. No such luck.
"No. Why should I give it to you? You're just going to give it to * Zell * 'cause he's so special. Well, I don't want Zell to have my hotdog."
"But Nida- !"
"But nothing, bitch! If you want this hotdog, you have to pay for it, like everyone else!" Nida seemed rather maniacal, now that Selphie considered it. She didn't want to talk to him anymore . . . but she needed that hotdog!
"How much?"
Nida smiled an evil, vile smile . . . the smile that would would expect of a sadistic rapist, or an insane clown named Kefka. "I want . . . you to go out on a date with me."
"WHAAAT?????" Was Nida serious? Apparently so . . .
"Either you go on a date with me . . . or this hotdog gets to meet my friend, Mr. Trashcan! Mwahahahahaha!"
"No, you idiot . . . you're not supposed to laugh like that, unless you're going to take over the world. A freak like you is supposed to giggle! God, haven't you ever played Final Fantasy VI?!"
"Oh . . ." Nida cleared his throat and tried again . . . "U-wee-hee-hee! Better?"
"Much. Now where were we?"
Nida frowned in concentration, but could not recall what the topic of conversation was. Suddenly, a florescent light-bulb appeared above his head, and he managed to remember. "Oh yeah! I was holding your hotdog hostage, until you agreed to go on a date with me!"
At this, Selphie sweat-dropped. "All right, you jerk . . . I guess I'll go on a date with you."
"Good! I'll pick you up tonight, and we'll go to Balamb to catch a movie." After saying this, Nida leaned in close to Selphie and whispered something unintelligible to the audience. Quite suddenly, Selphie stepped back and smacked Nida as hard as she could, which sent him flying over the bench, and on to the ground.
"No, I won't stay in the Balamb hotel with you! Hmn!" At that, Selphie took the hotdog she worked so hard for, and went to find Zell.
***** Seifer's POV *****
"Ha! Take that, Leonhart!" Seifer swung his gun-blade at an imaginary Squall, who was apparently defeated. At this, Seifer did a happy dance, and was only interrupted by a seemingly shocked and confused Quistis.
". . . I didn't know you danced, Seifer." Quistis smirked in an evil manner. What she had just seen was potential blackmail, you see.
"Well . . . yeah. I just never bothered to let you in on it." Ssssst. Burn.
"Thank Hyne. Pleasantries aside, I've come on business. You're to report to my classroom within the hour, so we can go to the fire cave for your test."
"Awwww . . . do I have to?" Seifer mock-pleaded with Quistis, but only got a cold shoulder in return.
"Within the hour, Almasy." With that she left.
"Fine. Bitch. . . . What's this? A cute young blonde making his way towards me? Heh . . . I wonder if he's coming back for more . . ."
Zell walked up to Seifer and stood in awkward silence for a minute or so. After deciding that silence would not best proclaim his love for Seifer, he decided to speak. "So . . . uhh . . . was that Quistis that just left?"
Seifer smiled to himself. // He's nervous. Heh heh heh . . . I still have that Almasy Charm. Wait a sec . . . I've been listening to that Irvine guy way to much. Just play it cool with him. // "Yeah, that was her. Just wanted to talk about class stuff."
"Oh. Well . . . I just . . . I kinda wanted to umm . . . to talk."
"Oh?" Seifer arched an eyebrow. "What about?" Oh, this would be fun. Quistis wasn't the only person who could be slightly sadistic.
"Well . . . umm . . . about last night."
"What about last night?" // Hmm . . . maybe I'm pulling his line a little too hard. I might want to give him some slack pretty soon. //
Zell looked a little perplexed for a moment, until a realization seemed to dawn on him. "Oh . . . I guess it's nothing. I just thought that . . . maybe we could . . ."
// Oh for Hyne's sake, we'll never get anywhere this way. Time to take charge, Almasy . . . // "Hey, I've gotta be in Trepe's classroom pretty soon for a test. How would you like to go down to Balamb with me, to celebrate my forthcoming perfect score?"
" . . . Me?"
"Well, yeah, you. Who else am I talkin' to? It'll give us a chance to really . . . talk." Seifer was gonna reel this one in, and it would be fun.
"Well sure, I guess." Zell looked a little dazed.
"Great. Meet me at the café in the Balamb hotel around 8 tonight. See ya then."
"Yeah . . . see you then . . ." Zell looked more than a little dazed. Did he just make a date with Seifer? Whoa . . . he needed to go sort some things out.
Seifer and Zell walked in opposite directions, each having somewhere to go. Each with a smile playing on their lips.
***** Zell's POV *****
Zell made his way to his room as quickly as he could. He'd just made a date with Seifer fucking Almasy. Wow. He arrived at his door, and looked around to make sure no one would disturb him. As quietly and inconspicuously as he could, he slipped into the darkness of his room.
// Oh god, I can't believe I just made a date with Seifer. Mmm . . . he's so freakin' hott! I can't take it anymore . . . I've gotta do something about this . . . //
Zell slowly undid his pants, and came to rest on his bed. He slipped his pants off his hips and began to rub himself gently. He slid off his shirt, and threw it to the floor. Taking a bottle of lotion from under his bed, he began to make his hands well lubricated, and adequately slick. He began to tend to his body's needs, when all of a sudden . . . -
*Knock knock knock *
"Zell are you in there?" Selphie opened the door without waiting for a reply, but when she had full view of the room - "AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The earth-shattering scream was enough to ensure that Zell was sufficiently alerted of her presence.
Needless to say, Zell stopped what he was doing. "Selphie!? What the . . ."
Before he could say anymore, Selphie stopped him with her own words. "UM . . . sorry Zell, I just had another hotdog for you . . . I mean, uh . . . A nice big hotdog . . . oh gods . . . What I mean is umm . . . Oh, forget it!" Selphie then proceeded to throw hotdog at Zell rather unceremoniously, and made her way quickly out the door.
"Great. That'll be all over the Garden by the end of Lunch today." And with that, Zell turned his television back on, and decided that Sponge-Bob was preferable to worrying about his reputation.
End Chapter Two
A/N: Sooo. reviews? Por Favor? I'll much appreciate any and all reviews, of course. Special thanks go out to those who already did review. Purple Penguin, Linkin Fantasy, Kyri, L.M. Frickendorffer, justaname02, and Little Leila . . . I love you all. Especially you, Linkin and Fantasy. (Anyone and everyone should read their stuff. I love it). I've decided to definitely continue this, and I hope I can get at least a 10 chapter fic out of it. I'm going to try to improve my writing style, and work on descriptive narrative in future chapters, so bear with me. Thanks again to the readers, and I love you all. (But I love Irvine more . . . tee-hee . . .)
Light has a way of warming you. It transforms your discomfort into something you can be content with . . . that is, unless you have a splitting headache.
"Ow . . . what the hell? Ohhh . . . what happened to me?" Zell looked at his surroundings. A white cot, white curtains on the window (which weren't keeping much of that damned light out), white floors, and white walls. // The Infirmary. Great. What am I doing here? Last thing I remember was . . . was kissing him. //
"Ah, Zell! Glad to see you're awake. I guess those pain pills knocked you out cold. I never knew you had such a low drug tolerance." The doctor was all cheer, but Zell wasn't feeling so great. Yeah, the drugs he'd been given let him sleep easy, but they also left him with a throbbing migraine.
"So why is it I feel like I've been trampled on by a T-Rexaur, again?" Zell was honestly curious . . . why would the doctor feel the need to pump him full of drugs just for a sprained ankle?
"Well . . . when you were brought in, you looked rather . . . umm . . . dazed. I thought you might be in shock, so I gave you some drugs that would relax you, and make it easy for you to sleep."
// Shocked? Me? Shocked that Seifer-fucking-Almasy kissed me? . . . you bet your ass I was. // Zell mumbled to himself: "yeah . . . shocked . . . you can say that again."
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Nothing Doc. I was just wondering if I were ok now, or if I needed to stay off my feet or something." // Nice cover-up Dincht. Heh heh heh . . . //
"Well, you should be fine. You didn't hurt yourself too badly, but you definitely don't want to run or put too much pressure on your ankle for a week or so. You should be able to walk without any real problem." At this, the Doctor helped Zell up from the bed, and escorted Zell to the door. While Zell could indeed walk, he found that he could not do so without some slight discomfort, at first.
"Thanks Doc." Zell left the Infirmary and made slow progress toward his room. He traversed the Garden without incident, but upon arriving at his door, he heard a familiar voice from behind him.
"Zell! Hi! Are you doing ok? Do you need help opening your door? Would you like me to get you an ice pack? Extra Pillows? Read to you? Get your homework for you? Bring your dinner to you? Anything?" Selphie Tilmett was spunky. That's the word . . . spunky. Annoyingly so, at times. But for all her annoying spunk, Zell loved her like a sister. Standing just over 5'1'', she wasn't exactly what one would call intimidating. She made up for her lack of height with her excess of energy, which was more than enough to make her dangerous.
"That's ok, Selph, I'm not hurt that badly. But if you really want to, you could go get me a hotdog from the cafeteria." Come on. Did you honestly think Zell would pass up a chance to get a hotdog?
"Ok, Zell! You can count on me! I'll be back with your hotdog in a jiffy!" And with that, she ran in the direction of the cafeteria.
// sigh Selphie, what would I ever do without you? //
Zell unlocked his door and made his way in. After making himself comfortable, he began to let his mind wander . . .
// Wow . . . I need to clean this place. I wonder if I can railroad Selphie into doing it for me . . . nahh . . . it would be nice, but I can't take advantage of her like that. //
Seeing that his television was nearly as lonely as he was, Zell decided to see what was on.
// Hmm . . . News? No. Discovery Channel? Maybe later. Old movie? Nah. Ooooh! SpongeBob! //
And thus, Zell enjoyed his Saturday morning . . . watching Sponge Bob Square-Pants.
***** Selphie's POV *****
Selphie arrived in the cafeteria only to find the hotdog supply exhausted.
"Argh! Stupid morning hotdog rush! Wait a sec . . . there's not usually a rush this early on Saturdays . . . everyone else sleeps in! Hey, what gives?!?"
Selphie had addressed a cafeteria woman named Estelle. Estelle was somewhat . . . burly, one might say. In a frighteningly low-pitched voice, she replied: "If you want hotdogs, talk to them. They just bought every last one." The ladle she was holding seemed to indicate in the direction of Raijin and Fujin, who were laying on the ground near a very messy table.
"Hey guys, what gives? Where's all the hotdogs?"
Fujin let out an uncustomary loud burp, and slumped even further into the ground.
"What's wrong with you guys?" Selphie couldn't help but ask. The scene was simply too ghastly too imagine.
"FULL" Was the only reply given, until Raijin spoke up:
"Ugh . . . We ate 'em all, ya know? We only had one left . . . so we gave it to that Nida kid, ya know?"
"Yes. I know." Selphie didn't hide the fact that she disliked Raijin and Fujin. After all, they didn't make very good conversation.
After hearing a few more burps, and a few other disgusting sounds, Selphie decided to go find Nida. // Who knows . . . maybe he hasn't eaten it yet. //
***** Zell's POV *****
Zell sat on his bed, facing the television set. Sponge-Bob was encased in a clear jar, by a no-name Jellyfish. "Hey, what's that smell? Smells like big business . . . "
". . . " Normally Zell loved Sponge-Bob . . . but today it was different. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in the Training Center. // He kissed me. Wow. Should I talk to him about it? Did he . . . did he mean anything by it? I remember all the times he called me names and picked on me . . . why would he do all of that if he liked me? Maybe I should just forget it. Do I really like him enough to . . . pursue some kind of relationship with him? //
"Stop it, Zell. You're jumping way ahead of yourself. You don't even know that he would want anything to do with you." Zell turned off the television, and sat in silence for a while. "Heh. I'm acting too much like Squall . . . I should stop thinking and go talk to him about it. But what should I say? Maybe I should ask someone . . ."
Moments later, Zell arrived at the door of one very relationship- knowledgeable cowboy. At least Irvine could give him a few flirting tips. Zell stopped to listen at the door to make sure Irvine was home . . . He didn't hear anything, so he knocked on the door. . . . Now one answered, so he tried the knob.
"Huh. It's unlocked. I'll just see for myself if he's home."
What he saw amazed him. Irvine Kinneas sitting on his couch ass-naked . . . polishing his gun wink wink, nudge nudge .
"Gasp! Irvine! I . . . uhh . . . that is, uh . . ."
Zell would never admit it, but at that moment, all he could think about was joining in Irvine's little gun show . . . (or maybe he should say, * big * gun show).
"Zell! Shit!" Irvine covered himself as best he could, and attempted to hide himself behind the couch. Zell continued to stare into space, with a dazed (but happy) look on his face. "Well uh, partner, seems ya caught me. Heh. I admit it, I wank the willy. I flog the dolphin. I pull my -"
"Ok! Ok! I get the point! I'll come back later, if you want." Well, to be honest . . . Zell would have liked to have stayed and watch Irvine finish the job . . . but maybe some other day.
"No, no! That's alright. Just lemme get dressed and I'll be out in a right-quick minute." Zell turned around (although he * really * didn't want to) while Irvine dressed. "All right partner, you can look now." Sweatpants. How quaint.
"Well, now that you're decent . . . I wondered if you could give me some advice?"
"What fer? Shoot, everyone knows I give bum advice about everything but women."
Zell thought to himself: // Well . . . that's not * exactly* what I'm here for . . . but you'll have to do. // "Yeah, that's kinda what I wanted to talk to you about. See, there's this . . . girl." // Heh heh . . . if Seifer ever knew I was referring to him as a girl, he'd have my balls for breakfast. Hmm . . . would that be so bad? // "Anyways, there's this girl, and I think I really like her. We kinda kissed once, but I don't know if she was just playing around or what. Any idea on what I should do?"
Irvine seemed to think for a minute. "Well . . . you outta just ask her out on a date. If she really likes you, she'll take you up on it. Who knows, maybe you can even have a little fun . . . heh heh heh. And if she was jus' playin', she'll let you know, plain and simple."
"Thanks Irvine. I'm glad I came to you about him . . . I mean, uh . . . her! I'm glad I came to you about her!"
Irvine chuckled. "It's ok Zell, I kinda figured you were more into boys. After all, you were lookin' mighty hungrily at me doin' my business earlier." Zell blushed, and Irvine leaned in closer to whisper . . . " . . . but what I don't tell everyone is . . . that I'm not 100% a ladies man."
"You mean . . ."
Irvine smirked, and Zell was momentarily reminded of Seifer. "Yep. I'm a bisexual. Truth be told, I probably like guys just as much as girls . . . in fact, I've been chasing our own Mr. Leonhart for quite some time now."
Zell was dumbfounded . . . and he did not hide it very well. He simply could not fathom the possibility of Squall and Irvine being a couple. It seemed nearly as improbable as his potential relationship with Seifer. Zell quickly left his bewildered state, and decided to end the conversation quickly, so as to go find Seifer. "Well man, if you wish me luck with mine, I'll wish you luck with yours."
Irvine smiled at him, and said simply . . . "Deal."
Zell left Irvine's room feeling quite good about himself. He would find Seifer, and sort things out.
***** Selphie's POV *****
After searching quite some time for Nida, Selphie was getting tired. Finally, she sat down on a bench near the Garden entrance/exit.
"Sigh I'm tired. And a little hungry too."
Suddenly, a voice came seemingly out of nowhere. "Would you like a hotdog?"
"Nida! Where have you been, I've been looking all over for you!"
The boy smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "I just came down here to relax for a while. I had been hungry, but for some reason I just couldn't eat this hotdog. Do you want it?"
"Why yes, I want it! Zell will be so happy when he finds out I got him a hotdog!"
The boys face seemed to twist with consideration. "The hotdog would be for Zell? But . . . I wanted it to be for you. I really wanted you to have my hotdog . . . "
Selphie was slightly disturbed by Nida's insistence that she take his hotdog. She didn't know what to make of the way he lunged it at her. "Well, I'm sorry Nida, but I just wanted to get Zell a hotdog."
"Oh. I see how you are." Nida looked at Selphie with accusation in his eyes. Needless to say, it was becoming clear to Selphie that this boy was more than a little odd.
"Umm . . . it was a very nice thought Nida, but umm . . . I just wanted the hotdog for Zell. Could I please have it?" She hoped that he would stop acting so strange, and just give her the hotdog. No such luck.
"No. Why should I give it to you? You're just going to give it to * Zell * 'cause he's so special. Well, I don't want Zell to have my hotdog."
"But Nida- !"
"But nothing, bitch! If you want this hotdog, you have to pay for it, like everyone else!" Nida seemed rather maniacal, now that Selphie considered it. She didn't want to talk to him anymore . . . but she needed that hotdog!
"How much?"
Nida smiled an evil, vile smile . . . the smile that would would expect of a sadistic rapist, or an insane clown named Kefka. "I want . . . you to go out on a date with me."
"WHAAAT?????" Was Nida serious? Apparently so . . .
"Either you go on a date with me . . . or this hotdog gets to meet my friend, Mr. Trashcan! Mwahahahahaha!"
"No, you idiot . . . you're not supposed to laugh like that, unless you're going to take over the world. A freak like you is supposed to giggle! God, haven't you ever played Final Fantasy VI?!"
"Oh . . ." Nida cleared his throat and tried again . . . "U-wee-hee-hee! Better?"
"Much. Now where were we?"
Nida frowned in concentration, but could not recall what the topic of conversation was. Suddenly, a florescent light-bulb appeared above his head, and he managed to remember. "Oh yeah! I was holding your hotdog hostage, until you agreed to go on a date with me!"
At this, Selphie sweat-dropped. "All right, you jerk . . . I guess I'll go on a date with you."
"Good! I'll pick you up tonight, and we'll go to Balamb to catch a movie." After saying this, Nida leaned in close to Selphie and whispered something unintelligible to the audience. Quite suddenly, Selphie stepped back and smacked Nida as hard as she could, which sent him flying over the bench, and on to the ground.
"No, I won't stay in the Balamb hotel with you! Hmn!" At that, Selphie took the hotdog she worked so hard for, and went to find Zell.
***** Seifer's POV *****
"Ha! Take that, Leonhart!" Seifer swung his gun-blade at an imaginary Squall, who was apparently defeated. At this, Seifer did a happy dance, and was only interrupted by a seemingly shocked and confused Quistis.
". . . I didn't know you danced, Seifer." Quistis smirked in an evil manner. What she had just seen was potential blackmail, you see.
"Well . . . yeah. I just never bothered to let you in on it." Ssssst. Burn.
"Thank Hyne. Pleasantries aside, I've come on business. You're to report to my classroom within the hour, so we can go to the fire cave for your test."
"Awwww . . . do I have to?" Seifer mock-pleaded with Quistis, but only got a cold shoulder in return.
"Within the hour, Almasy." With that she left.
"Fine. Bitch. . . . What's this? A cute young blonde making his way towards me? Heh . . . I wonder if he's coming back for more . . ."
Zell walked up to Seifer and stood in awkward silence for a minute or so. After deciding that silence would not best proclaim his love for Seifer, he decided to speak. "So . . . uhh . . . was that Quistis that just left?"
Seifer smiled to himself. // He's nervous. Heh heh heh . . . I still have that Almasy Charm. Wait a sec . . . I've been listening to that Irvine guy way to much. Just play it cool with him. // "Yeah, that was her. Just wanted to talk about class stuff."
"Oh. Well . . . I just . . . I kinda wanted to umm . . . to talk."
"Oh?" Seifer arched an eyebrow. "What about?" Oh, this would be fun. Quistis wasn't the only person who could be slightly sadistic.
"Well . . . umm . . . about last night."
"What about last night?" // Hmm . . . maybe I'm pulling his line a little too hard. I might want to give him some slack pretty soon. //
Zell looked a little perplexed for a moment, until a realization seemed to dawn on him. "Oh . . . I guess it's nothing. I just thought that . . . maybe we could . . ."
// Oh for Hyne's sake, we'll never get anywhere this way. Time to take charge, Almasy . . . // "Hey, I've gotta be in Trepe's classroom pretty soon for a test. How would you like to go down to Balamb with me, to celebrate my forthcoming perfect score?"
" . . . Me?"
"Well, yeah, you. Who else am I talkin' to? It'll give us a chance to really . . . talk." Seifer was gonna reel this one in, and it would be fun.
"Well sure, I guess." Zell looked a little dazed.
"Great. Meet me at the café in the Balamb hotel around 8 tonight. See ya then."
"Yeah . . . see you then . . ." Zell looked more than a little dazed. Did he just make a date with Seifer? Whoa . . . he needed to go sort some things out.
Seifer and Zell walked in opposite directions, each having somewhere to go. Each with a smile playing on their lips.
***** Zell's POV *****
Zell made his way to his room as quickly as he could. He'd just made a date with Seifer fucking Almasy. Wow. He arrived at his door, and looked around to make sure no one would disturb him. As quietly and inconspicuously as he could, he slipped into the darkness of his room.
// Oh god, I can't believe I just made a date with Seifer. Mmm . . . he's so freakin' hott! I can't take it anymore . . . I've gotta do something about this . . . //
Zell slowly undid his pants, and came to rest on his bed. He slipped his pants off his hips and began to rub himself gently. He slid off his shirt, and threw it to the floor. Taking a bottle of lotion from under his bed, he began to make his hands well lubricated, and adequately slick. He began to tend to his body's needs, when all of a sudden . . . -
*Knock knock knock *
"Zell are you in there?" Selphie opened the door without waiting for a reply, but when she had full view of the room - "AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The earth-shattering scream was enough to ensure that Zell was sufficiently alerted of her presence.
Needless to say, Zell stopped what he was doing. "Selphie!? What the . . ."
Before he could say anymore, Selphie stopped him with her own words. "UM . . . sorry Zell, I just had another hotdog for you . . . I mean, uh . . . A nice big hotdog . . . oh gods . . . What I mean is umm . . . Oh, forget it!" Selphie then proceeded to throw hotdog at Zell rather unceremoniously, and made her way quickly out the door.
"Great. That'll be all over the Garden by the end of Lunch today." And with that, Zell turned his television back on, and decided that Sponge-Bob was preferable to worrying about his reputation.
End Chapter Two
A/N: Sooo. reviews? Por Favor? I'll much appreciate any and all reviews, of course. Special thanks go out to those who already did review. Purple Penguin, Linkin Fantasy, Kyri, L.M. Frickendorffer, justaname02, and Little Leila . . . I love you all. Especially you, Linkin and Fantasy. (Anyone and everyone should read their stuff. I love it). I've decided to definitely continue this, and I hope I can get at least a 10 chapter fic out of it. I'm going to try to improve my writing style, and work on descriptive narrative in future chapters, so bear with me. Thanks again to the readers, and I love you all. (But I love Irvine more . . . tee-hee . . .)
