Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Don't own Logan. It's a shame, huh? Sorry it's taking me so long to update but my stupid mother grounded me from the internet. I have to literally sneak on to update. I got caught the last time. Sorry! . So you should feel really special, I'm updating for the sake of what little reviewers I do have. Thank you Grasshopper! THANK YOU! PLEASE DO CONTINUE THE STORY! MAKE SEIFER LOVE MEEEE! Err…I mean…Yes…please continue with the original plot. Er… ::shifty eyes:: And I love to thank my muses with our…interesting…yes…interesting conversations…with Kammy (Kamela) and Emily (The Notorious Naurwen).

Cloud: …You love me still right? That story Grasshopper is writing…where you want to love Seifer. That's just…a story right? You aren't going to leave me are you?

Me: Of course not! Seifer's gay! He would never love me. In my stories any ways. So look at it as the alternate me in other people's stories. In love with the alternate Seifer. Err…

Seifer: …You're mean.

Cloud: THAT'S MY WIFE YOU'RE BAD MOUTHING! *pulls out buster sword and waves it around*

Me: Hey Kammy…Emily… ::sings:: Hey Jealousy…Hey jealousssssssssyyyyyy!

Zell groaned as he attempted to roll over, but an arm held him in place. "What? …Seifer?" He lifted his head and turned it ever so slightly, looking at half nude body behind him. Squall. Last night came flooding back to him. The soft touches, the kissing, the comfort…oh Hyne the comfort. A small smile placed itself on his lips as he turned around in his Squall's arms. "He looks so happy when he sleeps. Not that troubled man that was so cold to the world." He placed a finger on the sleeping man's soft lips, deep in thought.

"So…Why did you fall in-love with Rinoa if she said you loved me the entire time?" He studied the headmaster hunched over thinking.

"…Ever wonder why I just…'fell in-love' with her so easily? I used her. I didn't want anyone to catch on that their cold heartless leader was gay. You know how Balamb is…Don't ask, don't tell. But obviously you and Seifer defied Balamb, and all the gardens. Rinoa didn't care that I used her…she understood the circumstances. But damn Zell...don't think all that heavy flirting since we were fifteen didn't go unnoticed. Believe me…I noticed." Zell blushed, and blushed a bright pink.

He groaned as he felt a sudden wetness enveloping his finger, icy blue orbs glanced down to notice a smirking brunette. Zell's finger in his mouth; sheepishly he pulled his digit from Squall's mouth and itched the back of his head neurotically. "What were you thinking about?"

"Last night…about Rinoa…" Zell sighed as Squall pulled him into his arms, he noticed greatly as Squall rested his chin on top of his head, that Squall wasn't as tall as Seifer. "No…No…No…Seifer…Off limits." Zell scolded himself, and nuzzled his face into the slightly taller man's neck.

"Oh." Disappointment rang clear through his voice but suddenly changed to something…happier, "want to get something to eat?"

"It's…Oh…It's noon. Heh. Damn. Sure." Zell's eyes grew wide as he glanced at his clock, they must've really stayed up late last night talking, if Squall slept in this late. Zell rolled out of bed, and out of Squall's arms. He rummaged the unpacked duffle bag for some clothes and noted the emerald green shirt…that was Seifer's. What Squall doesn't know…won't hurt him. Right? Zell yanked the large shirt on and a baggy khaki pants.

"That shirt looks big on you." Squall inquired as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hands.

"Oh…this thing? My Ma bought it." That much was true…but whom she bought it for, was Seifer.

"I see." Squall let it rest at that as he pulled on his leather pants, and the white t-shirt he wore yesterday.

Emerald eyes cracked open at the blinding sunlight seeping through the half closed blinds. Balamb was on the move yet again. He grumbled incoherent curses as he flung his legs out of bed. The emptiness of the room was still too noticeable. How late did he stay up last night? The pounding headache let him know as through blurred vision he glanced at the beer can and the empty bottle of whiskey by the bed. "This day, is going to suck." He heaved a sigh and stood, catching himself before he tumbled to the floor. He wobbled over to the closet in search of clothes. Clean clothes. He yanked off the crumpled ones he was wearing, and searched the closet. Where was his favorite shirt? Oh look Zell left his behind. Couldn't hurt…Could it? Hanging the article over his arm, he rummaged his dresser then for pants and a pair of clean boxers. Closing his eyes tightly and groaning at the pounding headache, he made his way into the bathroom. He dropped the clothes onto the counter, and grabbed the open bottle of Diablos Aspirin, "For when those hangovers really hurt like a mutha F…" He recited as he remembered seeing the commercial late at night. Popping the two pills into his mouth, he dry swallowed, and trudged his way over to the shower.

The hot water felt good. It felt like…Zell's hands roaming his body. Tears pricked at the back of his eyes as he turned the knob as far as it would go into the cold. "Damn it." He cursed as the water cascaded his skin, Zell planting cold kisses all over him, after he ate an ice cube. "Piece of…" he groaned as he felt that familiar part of him perk up. Shower…bad idea. He quickly scrubbed himself clean of the smell of alcohol and stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist. "Quistis naked in the snow…Quistis naked in the snow licking her fingers." He chanted as he felt the towel fall loose. "Works like a charm." He mumbled as he tugged his boxers on. He glanced at himself in the mirror, now clothed, glad that Zell sometimes bought his shirts one size too big. He combed back his blonde tresses, smoothed out the wrinkles in his black pants, and stared at himself with sad eyes. The low rumbling of his stomach echoing in the bathroom. "So glad it's a Sunday." He stretched, grabbing his wallet of the kitchen counter as he left the dorm room.

What he saw as he walked in was not what he would ever expect…so soon. There he was, laughing, an arm casually slung around his shoulders. His eyes twinkling with sheer delight as he laughed at Selphie's antics. The man stole his spot. He shook his head dejectedly and strolled over to the table. He wasn't going to let Zell's happiness, and the man replacing him get him down today. No. He placed himself next to Rinoa and smiled bleakly at everyone. His emerald oculars glancing at Zell…his shirt. There was his shirt!

"Nice body!" Selphie wolf-whistled at the quiet man.

"Huh? Oh…Thanks." Seifer glanced at the brunette with the outrageous hair, and grinned. Hope glimmered in his eyes. "This 'ol shirt? Gotta show off to the guys. You know pick up a sexy man…like Logan." He winked as Rinoa covered her mouth in a stifled giggle. "What?" She pointed behind him. "This…can't be good." He turned slowly to find a flabbergasted feral man behind him, his hazel eyes wide with horror.

"I am not gay." He growled, and fled as a very obsessed woman came flitting by. She paused for a minute and glanced at the group, her russet eyes frowned at the new couple. Placing her hand on her hips she gazed at Seifer, and shifted her weight. Her troop coming up behind her, panting heavily.

"Come on Cynthia, he's on the run! Let's go get him!" Kammy pumped her fist into the air, proud to be on the hunt. She fell silent as she saw the headmaster there, a scowl replaced itself on her face as she glared at him. The teenager behind her stealing occasional flustered glances at the authority there.

"Seifer…" Cynthia murmured, placing a hand on his shoulder, nodding in response to the unspoken pain resonating from the blonde. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly whispering, "Squall doesn't stand a chance next to you. Besides, I always thought you and Zell were the most adorable couple. Zell will come running back to you, he doesn't know what he's missing." Seifer sat there, eyes wide, slowly he gave into the smile, and the overwhelming hope that the woman gave him. Hugging her back briefly he just grinned, the troop behind her staring at the two like they were circus freaks.

"Thanks. I appreciate it." Seifer pat her back and let her go, "better get back on the chase…looks like I have some competition." She just stuck her tongue out at him and sprinted off. He felt the jealousy run thick through the air, and he knew a pair of those majestic icy blues were watching him.

"I don't think ya have any competition, Seifer. The man did say he's not gay." Irvine drawled, taking a swig of Selphie's soda. She shrieked in response and slapped Irvine hard on the chest. "OW"

"That's my soda thank you."

"Don't pay attention to Irvine." Rinoa still amused with Logan's horrified face. "That man is screaming gay. He's too…manly to be gay." She flexed her frail arms and laughed, "C'mon, the sweat, the whiskey, the smell of motorcycles, the growling…to manly to be hetero. But then people act too gay to be gay." She tilted her head and thought. Seifer knew Zell wanted to bolt from the room…too bad Squall didn't catch on. A knowing smirk fell to his lips…Zell would come back to him.

"Squall, could you come back to my dorm and help me unpack?" Zell shrugged off the headmaster's arm and stood.

"Sure." Squall glared at Seifer briefly and left with Zell, his arm wrapped around Zell's waist.

"Seifer…Zell told us all about it. Are you okay?" Rinoa leaned in closer to Seifer, and placed a hand on his knee.

"I'm…fine. I think. I just need to get used to Zell already replacing me. How are you Rinoa? I know you love Squall." Seifer bit back the pain wrenching itself free from the bottle he so rudely put it in.

"I'm fine. It's you that I'm worried about."

"It's you, that we're worried about." Selphie corrected and glared at Irvine trying to plant a kiss on her lips. She shook her head no, and he visibly shrunk back into his seat embarrassed. Seifer just groaned and placed his elbows on the table, covering his face with his hands.

"…Selphie how could you?" He muttered through clenched teeth, as she had a look of bewilderment on her face. "How could you tell Zell our relationship was physical? If it was nothing but physical attraction, why the hell am I so torn up about him not being in my arms when I wake up? If it was physical attraction why the hell am I so torn up about not seeing him smile at me. Why the hell am I torn up that he's already kissing another man? Why the hell am I so torn up about not being able to look at Zell completely. If it was so damned physical, why am I torn?" Tears slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the table, his shoulders shook slightly and his voice cracked. "I was supposed to be his knight, and stay loyal to him. I obviously didn't fit the description if he left me. I always say the wrong things. If it was so physical, why the hell am I crying?!"

Zell grumbled as he stepped into his dorm, Squall following suit. "You knew I wanted to leave."

"I didn't know you wanted to leave."

"Didn't you at least sense it when Seifer walked in?"

"No. Was I supposed to?"

"…Seifer always knew what I was thinking, he never had to ask me. He'd just do it…I…"

"I'm not Seifer."

"I know."

"Then don't compare me to him." Squall growled and stormed from the room. Zell plopped down onto the floor looking up at the ceiling.

"Hyne…why do I always mess up? Please just convince me it was physical." A lone tear defied the rest and slid down Zell's tattooed cheek. His eyes glancing at the picture frame with that photo…that just taunted him from the dresser in his room. "…What the hell have I done? Just give me a sign that Squall has come to save me. Please Hyne?"

"…Zell I'm sorry. Let's just get you unpacked and we can talk about this later." Squall marched back into the room, and was immediately by his side. "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Is it about Seifer?"

"Thank you Hyne." He mouthed as he wrapped his arms around Squall's waist.

Author's notes: I know this chapter was longer than most, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't find a good place to end that left a cliffhanger. I like cliffhangers. And twists. Lotsa twists. Please review. I need to feel loved! I know I should continue…but lack of love…it makes me feel hurt. C'mon I got more love from Chicken Wuss! PLEASE LOVE ME! Also I think Emily is writing the 5th chapter, so that might be awhile too because I don't know when I'm able to get back online, or when I get the story. So…uhh…don't hate me.