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Chapter 4
Irvine Calls Squall
"Hello."
"Hello, Squall?"
"No. This is his dad. Who's this?"
"A friends of his."
"Oh. Hold on. I'll get him. Isn't this a little late to be calling?"
"Yeah. I guess. I just got home from basketball practice."
"I see. Hold on."
"Hello?"
"Squall?"
"Speaking."
"I'm Irvine Kinneas. How ya doin?"
"Irvine? Hi. What's happening?"
"Not much. I just wanted to ask you about that girl."
"Girl? What girl?"
"Come on, man. I'm onto your little joke."
"Irvine, I really don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah. Sure."
"What girl?"
"The girl you sent over to my house. Rinoa Heartilly."
"Rinoa? I sent Rinoa to your house?"
"Come on, Squall. What's the joke? I don't get it."
"I don't get it, either, Irvine. Rinoa's a friend of mine. Actually, she's my sister's friend. But I didn't send her over to your house. Why would I do that?"
"I don't know."
"She was at your house tonight?"
"Yeah."
"Well, what makes you think I sent her?"
"She told me."
"She what?"
"She told me you sent her, Squall."
"But that's impossible."
"I don't get it, man. Were you trying to embarrass me or something?"
"No. I--"
"Then I don't get it."
"I don't get it, either."
"Maybe she's bananas, or something."
"Maybe."
"She must be bananas because I think she's after your bod, Squall."
"What?"
"The way she kept talking about you. She's after your bod, man."
"That's stupid, Irvine."
"Yeah. I know."
"Well, you don't have to get insulting."
"I think she's hot for you, man. She's not bad looking, either. I'd ask her out myself if I wasn't going with Sarah--and Quistis."
"This is some kind of put-on, right? Rinoa just barely tolerates me. Every time we talk, we get into some kind of fight."
"Sounds like true love, Squall."
"No way, Irvine. No way this makes any sense."
"Tell me about it. She said you told her to come see me. I don't get it, man. I don't get the joke."
"It must be some kind of mix-up."
"Yeah."
"I'll bet my sister had something to do with it. Selphie and Rinoa are best friends. But it wasn't me. Really."
"Yeah."
"No. You've got to believe me!"
"Whatever you say, man. I've got to get some shut-eye. I'm whipped, man. Coach was in a bad mood tonight, and when he's in a bad mood, we do laps. Lots of laps."
"Too bad."
"Yeah."
"Well, okay. See you around, Irvine."
"Not if I see you first. Ha-ha!"
"Funny."
"Hey, Squall--one other thing."
"What's that?"
"Do you have notes for Miller's chemistry exam?"
"Yes."
"Can I borrow them?"
"I guess so."
"Thanks, man. See ya."
"See ya."