A/N: Sigh I had wanted to update a little more frequently, but it seems that things simply won't go my way! I had a huge book analysis paper due in English at the beginning of this week, and then 2 essays due at the end of the week (Friday), AND just tons and tons of Calculus homework, of course. Not to mention a home football game (which means the band has to play. I'm a drummer by the way ~_^), along with various other things. Sigh A week filled with confusion. Hail Eris! Anyway, on with the show. in which we play the dating game! I think I might post a smaller chapter, so that my fans (hahaha, "fans" hahahaha) have something to read. I feel bad for not updating.





***** Seifer's POV *****



"Heh. Finished that in under ten minutes. Score." Seifer began to swing his gun blade in wide circles, reliving the battle with the fire GF Ifrit within the Fire Cavern. "I creamed him good . . . didn't even have to use Shiva."

Just then, Instructor Trepe decided to end his reverie. "Ok Seifer, I admit, you did a great job. Can we hurry up and get back now, it's 7:00."

// 7! Holy Shit! I'm supposed to see Zell at 8! It'll be quarter- past by the time we get back to Garden . . . that'll only give me half of an hour to get ready if I wanna get to the café on time! // Seifer's eyes widened with worry, and before Quistis knew what had happened, he was running in the direction of Balamb.

"Seifer! Wait! Wait for me!" After losing sight of her companion, Quistis slowed to a quick-paced walk. An audible sigh escaped her lips. "That boy. Oh well . . . if he wants to leave me behind, that's ok. It'll just give me more time to think about my big date tonight." A lecherous grin spread across Quistis's features, and she began her trek toward Balamb Garden.



Meanwhile, Seifer made it back to the Garden ahead of schedule. "Heh. Five minutes knocked off. Looks like I might have time to whack off in the shower." Remembering the increasing number of whacking sightings, Seifer decided against taking any action at present time. "Nah . . . I don't think I should. After all, the last thing I need is a Garden full of onlookers while I whack myself silly. After all, if things go the way I plan them, I won't need to whack * myself * off . . . heh heh heh . . ."

Seifer stepped toward the shower, and turned it on to a steamy spray. Considering his recent train of thought, an idea stuck him, and he turned the water to a cool, almost cold downpour. // Better safe than sorry //

Seifer removed his clothing, and admired himself in the mirror (sorry, censor bars are in place . . . no checking out Seifers goodies . . . yet). After staring in shock at the censor bars, and wondering what they were, he shrugged it off and attributed it to the insane author. He mumbled to himself: "Freakin' authors, always puttin' weird shit in palces it shouldn't be . . . mumble mumble, incoherent . . . If I had a dime for every time they paired me with Rinoa . . . come on, I learned my lesson first time!"

After Seifer was finished with his shower and a few more annoyed ramblings about Squinoa and Quifer, he decided it would be better to just leave the subject alone for the time being. He settled down into a chair at his desk, and began rummaging through the drawers. After finding his favorite cologne (Attitude, it's called), he dabbed a little in every crevice he could find. When he was sufficiently drenched, he put the cologne away and took out a bottle of hair-gel. He slicked his hair back with extra gel, cursing himself for letting it grow so much longer than usual. // Damn, I almost look as shaggy as Squall. I need to get a cut after this . . . I wish I'd gotten one before . . . //

Looking in the mirror, he decided he looked good enough either way, and began to look for the right clothes. He couldn't wear his usual . . . that might be less than impressive. Instead he settled on a pair of simple khakis and a mild blue button-up shirt. After all, casual meant confident. He'd show off his tight leather pants some night when he wasn't trying to convince Zell that he was in love with him.

Seifer looked at himself one last time in the mirror. // Damn I'm hott. // When he noticed the clock in his bathroom read "7:48" He cursed to himself (very loudly) and ran out his door, forgetting to lock it.

"Heh. Surely he won't mind if I'm just a * little* late."





Selphies POV



// A date . . . with Nida. What the hell am I supposed to wear on a date with NIDA?? Should I be sexy? No . . . that'd be just asking for trouble. Formal? No . . . I don't want him to think I went through some kind of trouble for him. But if I go casual, he might think I'm comfortable with the idea of dating him. Argh! Why is this such a chore? All I wanted was to get Zell a hotdog . . . and when I actually did that, all I got for thanks was a view of him wanking his hotdog. Which, actually, was a pretty nice sight . . . mmm . . .//

Selphie was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of knocking at her door. She wondered who it could be. When she opened the door, Zell rushed inside, looking anxious as a teenager getting ready to go on a date.

"Zell? What's wrong? You look about as anxious as a teenager getting ready to go on a date."

At this, Zell seemed to choke. "A d-date? Me? Ahh . . . what would make you think that, Selph?"

Selphie smiled a wicked smile. She was gonna get to tease Zell. "~~Zell~~ . . . you DO have a date? Who with!? Who with!? Who is she!?"

Zell blushed visibly, and Selphie noted this with no small satisfaction. "Selphie, please, I promise I'll explain later, but for now . . . I need you to help me." Zell swallowed, and Selphie thought he might reveal something very important to her just then . . . "This is hard for me to admit Selph," Zell seemed afraid to say what he was thinking, "I . . . I . . . I'm . . . I'm clueless about what to wear."

Selphie, of course, was on the ground, with a sweat-drop formed above her head. So much for important revelations. "Well, what time is your date?" She hoped that was said without too much venom in her voice. She didn't exactly want to belie her geniality when she herself had a date this evening.

"8:00"

"Hyne, Zell! It's almost 7:30 now! Why didn't you come sooner?"

"I don't know, Selphie, but you gotta help me!" Zell pleaded like a poor lost puppy dog. He was so cute when he did that.

"Sigh, fine. But let's be quick about it. I have a date tonight, too, and mine's at 8:30." She followed Zell back to his room, and began to rummage through his closet. "Too cheap, too flashy . . . too ugly . . . too formal . . . too much blue. Hyne, Zell, don't you have any good - Ah-ha!" Selphie shouted with glee as she pulled out a pair of khakis and a mild looking blue button-up shirt. "This is good. Casual, but still cute." Zell smiled at the thought, and took the clothes from her.

"Thanks Selphie. What would I do without you?"

"Suffer. Horribly. Now go get dressed. I'll see you later." With that, she exited Zell's room unceremoniously, closing the door behind her.

"That boy. Gods, but I love him to death." And with that, she headed to her room to prepare for her own date that evening.



Seifer's POV



Seifer wasted no time in heading for Balamb. After running from numerous battles (to save time), he arrived at the edge of Balamb.

"Stupid chicken-wuss . . . Hyne, I hope he realizes that I love him enough to run from Funguars. I mean, come on! Some freakin' Funguar out there thinks its tough shit, 'cause Seifer Almasy ran from it. . ."

Seifer was brought out of his reverie when something bumped into him. Something . . . short.

"Oh. Hello, Nida."

"Hi Seifer. What're you doing here?" Nida was dressed in a rather dapper-looking suit. It was quite obvious he wasn't in Balamb for just any old reason.

"Oh . . . I've got a date." Siefer had to smile to himself at this. Zell would have an coronary if he knew that Seifer were telling people about their date. "What about you, pretty-boy? Got a hott date?"

Nida smirked, and tried to look cool. (It wasn't working). "As a matter of fact, I do. With Selphie. Who is yours---"

Before Nida could finish his question, Seifer was already on the ground laughing himself silly.

"You . . . laugh . . . with . . . Selphie!?!? Hahahahahaha!" Seifer began to gasp for air, and Nida began to look annoyed. He didn't seem to see the humor in the situation.

"What's so funny about that? Our love will blossom like the flowers of spring!"

At this, Seifer continued to laugh. Nida is so gay. "Hahaha . . . haha . . . ha . . . whew . . . What did you have to do to get her to accept? Threaten her?"

Nida blushed slightly, remembering his psychotic treatment of a certain hotdog, in Selphie's presence. "Well . . . I didn't exactly threaten *HER * . . ."

Seifer was about to respond, but he suddenly remembered that he was nearly running late. He quickly closed his conversation with Nida with a simple 'Hey I gotta run, I'm gonna be late' and made his way toward the Balamb café. He walked in at exactly 8 o' clock, but couldn't seem to find Zell anywhere. Reasoning that Zell must simply be on his way, he took a table for two by the window, from which he could watch the door. He didn't have to wait long. Zell walked into the café looking confident, cute as hell, and wearing . . . exactly the same thing as Seifer?!?! Considering the look on Zell's face, he was shocked as well. // Sigh . . . It's ok . . . I'll just have to divest him of those clothes a little later on. // Because of his preoccupation with Zell, Seifer almost didn't respond when the feisty little blonde spoke to him.

" . . . I guess we either both have good taste, or both have bad taste in clothing."

// Yeah, screw the clothing. You're the one I want to taste . . .// Seifer mentally kicked himself. // Damn it. I need to focus on Zell, and not what I want to do to Zell.// He gathered his thoughts and made a quick response. "Well, if the fact that you look very good is any indication, I'd say we have good taste." Score.

Zell blushed furiously, and would have attempted a reply, but Seifer saved him the trouble of figuring one out.

"Have a seat, Zell. We'll order."

They did just that, and so began their date.



Selphie's POV



Selphie walked down the streets of Balamb, trying to keep her cool. It was nearly 8:30, and she would have to meet up with Nida soon. Without realizing where her feet had led her, she found herself standing only a short distance from the Balamb Movie Theatre. Of course, Nida had seen her. Of course, he was now waving at her. Of course, she wanted to vomit . . . on Nida, if at all possible. Giving in to her fate, she walked over to where he as standing. He frowned.

"Selphie . . . I . . . I dressed up, and you're wearing what you wear every day (not that he minded, really . . . that skimpy battle uniform was pretty nice, actually). I just thought that maybe we could have a nice evening together."

Selphie almost felt bad, now. She took in the sight of Nida . . . he didn't look bad. Actually, he looked pretty damn fine in what appeared to be a custom-tailored suit. // Hmm . . . Maybe this date will actually be worth my time. // Just as Selphie was reconsidering the dejected nature of her date with Nida, said boy began to jump up and down repeatedly, pointing to his watch.

"Look at what time it is! You're gonna make us late! We can't miss the movie, come on, let's hurry inside!"

Nida then proceeded to run into the movie theatre like an excited child running into a candy store. // Ok, I was wrong. This is looking to be the biggest waste of time, ever. // Knowing that her fate was irreversible, Selphie followed Nida inside the theatre.

Nida walked up to the counter, where they were selling tickets, and ordered two tickets for a very good movie. "I'd like two tickets for 'Sweet Home, Trabia," please. The girl behind the counter smiled, took Nida's money, and handed over two small white stubs.

"Down the hall, and to the left." The giggled and winked at Selphie, who contemplated bounding over the small counter, and throttling the stupid- looking girl. After deciding against any violent action, Selphie simply turned and followed Nida into the vast darkness of the theatre.

When they finally found their seats, Selphie was the first to speak. "Thanks for buying my ticket . . . I never knew you were such a gentleman."

Nida smirked, although Selphie couldn't see it. "What, you expect me to take a girl to the movies, and make her pay for herself? Nuh-uh, not this guy." Heh. If Selphie wanted to play hard-ball, then they'd play hard- ball. After all, everyone knows that the best way to get into a girl's pants is to act nice, sensitive, and caring.

"Well thanks again." Selphie smiled at herself . . . was she flirting? Maybe it would be time to expand the topic of conversation. "So I've heard this movie is pretty good. But everyone says it's a 'date flick' haha." // Yeah . . . 'haha' . . . like that isn't obvious flirtation. //

"Yeah well . . . I just thought it looked like a really good movie. Most of the guys hate these movies . . . they think they're 'chick-flicks,' or whatever. But I really like the movies that are sweet, like this. I guess I'm just a sensitive guy." Nida was laying it on, thick enough to catch a moose. . . and Selphie was eating it up. Before she could respond, the previews started.

. . .

Movie. Time passes.

. . .

Selphie and Nida left the movie theatre holding hands. When Nida had cried at the end, that was it for Selphie. She fell for it. Now she was really noticing how handsome Nida was, in his suit. . . She began to wonder what he would look like, OUT of the suit. She pulled him into an alley, off the street, and began to kiss him madly and passionately. Ok, so it's cliché, who cares? She began to unbutton his jacket, when he stopped her to say . . .

"Not here, Love . . . Let's go to the hotel."

Selphie forgot all reason, and nodded her consent. The two made their way to the Balamb hotel, and toward a long night of mad, passionate, kinky sex in room 202.



Zell's POV



Zell sat at his table smiling. Seifer was currently in the bathroom, and Zell had been left alone with his thoughts momentarily. He was amazed by Seifer's intelligence and wit. He'd always thought the bully was just that . . . a bully. He'd never known Seifer had a likeable personality. The two seemed to have a lot in common, actually. Both had read many of the same books, both enjoyed Galbadian Anime, both were fans of Dave Matthews Band . . . Zell was honestly surprised by that one. When Dave was brought up in conversation, Zell had thought Seifer would make fun of him. He pictured Seifer as a fan of harder music . . . but Seifer surprised him by closing his eyes, licking his lips, and singing part of the lyrics to "Crash Into Me" :

"Sweet like candy to my soul . . . Sweet you rock, and sweet you roll . . . Lost for you, I'm so lost for you . . . When you come crash . . . into me . . . And I come into you . . ."

As Seifer returned from the bathroom, Zell heard the song again . . . but this time, from the jukebox in the corner. Seifer only smiled, and offered Zell his hand.

"Care to dance?"

Zell was unsure at first, but as he heard the music, something overtook his heart, and he consented. As they danced slowly, close together, Seifer whispered the words of the song into Zell's ear:

"Oh, I watch you there through the window, and I stare At you wearin' nothin', but you wear it so well . . . Tied up, I'm twisitn, the way I like to be . . . For you, for me . . . come crash into me, baby . . . Come crash into me, yeah . . . Crash into me . . . crash into me . . ."

Zell's eyes began to water, and he began to hug Seifer closer to himself. He was truly touched by the way Seifer had sung to him . . . he felt like Seifer really meant every word. It was a good feeling to feel.

Suddenly, Seifer whispered again into Zell's ear.

"Let's leave. I'd like to be alone with you."

Zell needed no convincing, and nodded his head happily. Seifer grabbed Zell's hand, and led him put of the small café toward the Balamb hotel. The two boys heard the song even as they made their way to room 203 for the night.



End chapter







A/N: So.. What do you think? I think I got a little wordy in some places. sigh It's just been rough lately. As a personal note, the song "Crash into me" was playing when I got my first kiss from the man I love. Granted, we're no longer together . . . we still love each other, but thought it better to retain our friendship by ending our physical relationship. Sigh Oh well. So, is it too obvious where my plot is going? I'll try to keep the humor up, but there might be some angst involved in later chapters. I do promise a generally happy ending though, if that's any consolation. Also, I'd like to apologize to anyone and everyone for taking so long to update. Between Academic competition, regular schoolwork, AP schoolwork, and my role in the Rural Arts Council here in town, I just have no free time (It's about 1 Am on a Monday, as I write this LOL).