Chp 2 Night out. Beginning will stink but get better.

NOW, to the 3 reviewers. I asked for ideas about what the night out would be like. Read more carefully.

x20vision: she finished her sentence in the next chapter update 'is garden'

Golden author: u blab what I said and u DIE!!!

Luscie-person (sorry) wow… u liked it?! Wow

AND NOW IT STARTS note. Subliminal messages ahead

"FREEDOM!!!!" Squall yelled, as he ran off the train, earning the glances of freaked out passer-byes. review. The others got off next.

"Hey, Zell, pay up. Now." Irvine demanded.

"NO! You probably made a deal with him, just to get back at me for-"

"Zell, just pay the man!"

"NONONONONONONONONO!"

"What's, wrong with Squall?" Selphie asked as she got off their train, with genuine concern. review.

"Gee, Selph, lets think here." Seifer said mockingly.

(flashback)

"Train train take us away, Train train take us away……"

Squall, slamming his head mercilessly against the wall, as the boys watched amusedly.

"Please. Stop. Singing song. Must knock. Self. Out." he muttered.

"10 bucks says he lasts 10 more minutes. Place your bets, guys." Zell smirked.

"I'll say, mm, 20 minutes."

(end flashback)

"Common guys we hafta check in to the hotel first. Then you can go get drunk."

Selphie said cheerfully, as she jumped up and down on one foot.

Irvin put his arm, around Selphie, and acted like he been severely insulted

"Now Sefie, we don't get drunk, we merely…express our selves and get rid of pre-show jitters. Now, if we drink in the process, it is merely, getting us in good humor for….other events." he said with a smile.

He probably would of gotten further. If, that is, a facial twitching Seifer didn't walk up and smack him upside the head.

"Irvine, why don't we let the others go first, and we'll catch up. And we can have a little talk about things we can and, cannot do." Seifer said menacingly.

Irvine gulped, knowing exactly what happened to Selphie's ex. "S-s-sure S-s-seifer."

"That's good. Now, lets go get those bags."

Sucked I know. 9:00 That night, Deling's Night Life.

Squall's POV

Question are answered

Is there anything more boring than waiting? I honestly want to know. In our hotel, no less. Every 5 minutes we were mobbed by groupies. And now, we had to go out and probably get mobbed again.

"Tell me again why I'm doing this." I questioned Zell. He let out one of his annoying 'how stupid are you' sighs

"Weren't you listening to Irvine? We, meaning you, need to loosen up. We can't have you being so cold to people. Besides, I know a great tattoo and body-piercing parlor around here. Seifer seemed really interested."

"Whatever."

"See, that what I mean you gotta loosen up. You gotta get a girlfriend," I silenced by way of a Triple Patented Glare Of Death. Not a faked one. I was seriously pissed. Why? Don't ask. "Sorry" he muttered.

"Whatever."

"Hey guys look who's here! It's the Cowboy, baby!!"

Irvine said as he ran in.

"Dude, what are you wearing? You look like a hillbilly!

Irvine's eyes flared wide open. "Well, Zell first off it's Cowboy, not hillbilly! And at least I don't look like a punk with shorts 20 times to big!" he retorted.

"PUNK!! You fricking hillbil-

"Shut up." I said coldly. That ended the conversation But Irvine did look pretty cool. Not in a hot way, but he did make the cowboy look actually look good. He had boots, pants and the usual hat and coat.

Zell started to pace around the lobby, while Irvine just tapped his foot. Where is Seifer.

"Where the f is Seifer?" I demanded of Irvine.

"Oh, yeah. He was gonna meet us at some pub called 'Illumina'. He said to hurry up."

"Great! Let's go. And I get to drive!" Zell shouted.

Aw shit.

Now they will do stupid things. Or they would, if u guys would have give suggestions as I asked! So, now we go right to the explaining part.

3:00, A.M. The Illumina

Squall's POV

Ok, I'm drunk. Now you should take advantage of my state to milk out all the stuff you wanna know.

Flashback to Balamb High, Squall's Senior year

My POV

"OK, I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna ask her." Squall was in his apartment, getting dressed in a front of his mirror. He was putting on his 'good' suit. He had a great task to accomplish. He was going to pop 'the question'.

"OK, let's go." He told himself. He started off to her apartment.

He gets in his Ferrari, a gift from a rich friend. He wasn't rich himself, but that would change. The local recording studio said he could be the next big thing! And she already had a job at Entertainment Magazine, writing short columns about movies. But she'd get promoted soon. He got to her apartment. He walked in.

"Hey, it's me, hey-"

He has walked into her bedroom, and saw the unthinkable. His girlfriend was curled up, naked, with that rich boy Seifer Almasy!!

"No" He whispered, and ran off.

Next day, Balamb High, Squall's fencing class

He still didn't get it. How could she? Than he saw him. Almasy. The class had started. Today they sparred. He picked up his gunblade, and so did Almasy. The others took fencing sabers. The coach had seen great talent in the two boys, and let them practice gunblade. Without using bullets on each other, of course. The rivals paired up.

"I'm gonna kill you, cretin."

"Now, Squally, just because I'm rich, doesn't mean you have to be jealous. I have parents, too. Now you can be jealous."

That was the last straw. Squall lashed out at him. Think the opemingFMV for the next parts, except without magic. They scared each other. They fell, exhausted.. They started talking. Turned out she'd been with Seifer as long as she had been with Squall. Two timin' bitch. They laughed.

"Hey, Seifer, you got a good voice, right?"

"Yeah, why."

"Well……."

End flashback.

Squall's POV

And that's it. What was her name?, you ask. Screw yourself. Now I'm drunk and puking.

"Squall you loser," a voice said. "God, let's get you and your friends out of here."

Next thing I know I'm back in my bed and Irvine and Selph are wide awake in the room next to mine.

3 AM, I'm drunk again, My head is standing underneath my puke, So make it stop, I'm getting off. Make it stop, I'm getting off. Sedatives and dizzy spells And feeling like a salad in my puke, So make it stop, I'm getting off. Make it stop I'm getting off. Well, slipped into a coma once again. Where's my organ donor? Lend a hand. So when you think you're all alone, No one's left to come around, Drop like flies and empathize, Cause I know that I will someday, And I know that I will suffocate, Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate. One night stands and cheap regrets, I take another drag off of my cigarette, So stop, I'm getting off. Make it stop, I'm getting off. One last stop for one track mind, Just give me shelter, give me give me something. Make it stop, I'm getting off. Make it stop, I'm getting off. Well, slipped into a coma once again. Where's my organ donor? Lend a hand. So when you think you're all alone, No one's left to come around, Drop like flies and empathize, Cause I know that I will someday, And I know that I will suffocate, Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate. So when you think you're all alone, No one's left to come around, Drop like flies and empathize, Cause I know that I will someday, And I know that I will suffocate, Cause I know that I will someday, And I know that I will suffocate, Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate.

WOAH! That was hard. Review. A lot.

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Carpe Diem,

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