Author's note: I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for the very long lack of update! I am! I really am! I can't believe that I broke my promise, yet again! Okay, to make that up, I guess I will, I repeat yet again, will update every day. No exception. Will. Got that? I will. Now, on with this chapter…enjoy! And oh yeah, I will!
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Chapter 15
Selphie Calls Irvine
"Hello, please?"
"Hello—Irvine?"
"This is Irvine?"
"No. I'm calling Irvine."
"You are called Irvine? That is a bizarre coincidence. There is also a youth named Irvine who abides in this house."
"No, no. Zell? Is this Zell?"
"You are calling my name?"
"This is Selphie Tilmitt. I am trying to reach Irvine."
"You are reaching Zell. Your tongue is in my ear, so to speak. Ha-ha! Do you enjoy my witticism?"
"Yes. Ha-ha. That's a riot. Is Irvine—"
"Perhaps you would enjoy a peculiarly humorous anecdote that is told in my country."
"Perhaps I would. But not right now."
"That's okay. I am not remembering it too well, anyway. It involves two armadillos and a pitch helmet. Are you familiar with it?"
"No. No, I'm not."
"What a pity. Its quite daring, as I recall, and just a little bit naughty. Hee-hee."
"Maybe some other time, okay? Is Irvine there?"
"Irvine lives here. You are correct in that assumption."
"Zell, is Irvine there now?"
"As we say in my country, an empty dog sheds no light."
"What?"
"I guess it does not translate."
"I guess not."
"I am enjoying your voice in my head. Your voice is soft, like a girl's."
"That's probably because I'm a girl."
"You? A girl? Named Irvine? I am filled with bewilderment."
"No. I am a girl named Selphie."
"No wonder."
"No wonder what?"
"I do not know. I am a lowly seeker of answers, as are we all. The questions are many and the answers are few. As the wise men often say in my country, a healthy tree knows as many questions as a sick monkey."
"Zell, I really must speak to Irvine now. It's very important. He called me about the homecoming and—"
"The dance. Ah, my goodness yes. The dance. Thank you for your kind and gracious invitation. I most humbly accept."
"You what? No, wait—"
"We will be like the head and tail of a worm, moving as one wherever our heart bids us to slither and crawl."
"That's beautiful, Zell. But you don't understand—"
"It is written in the book of time. I will escort you on wings of song."
"What does that mean?"
"It has no meaning. It is an expression."
"Zell, I can't—I mean, you can't—I mean—"
"Thank you for asking me to the dance. I am overcome with please and anticipation. My knees are trembling. My kidneys ache."
"No! No! Do you hear me? No!"
"Do you like peanuts?"
"No! No! No!"
"I will arrive two hours early so as not to keep you in suspense. I will gladly pay for my own ticket of admission, even though it was you who invited me to attend."
"No! No! No! Can't you hear me? No!"
"Okay. I will accede to your wishes. You may pay for my admission, too."
"No, please. Listen to me. You've got to listen to me!"
"I will listen as the mountain goat listens to the tin can in the grass. And until we meet, my tongue will be clucking your name."
"No, please. Please don't cluck my name. I'm begging you, Zell. Don't cluck my name."
"You are making a witticism, right? I enjoy a well-praised witticism, even if I do not understand it. Hee-hee!"
"Uccch. That giggle. I'm going to be sick."
"I am sick with anticipation as well, my flower. Until we meet, until I am dazzled by the light of your golden aura, and dizzied by the thundering beauty of your feet moving across the dance floor, I will say good night."
Click.
"Zell? Zell? Is Irvine there? Zell?"
Author's note: I will! ^_~