If You Only Knew
Disclaimer - I own FFVIII as much as I own a palace in Europe, a pure-bred Palamino pony, and every single Saifuu hentai doujinshi I can get my little hands on!! (If any actually exist... _)
*sews a life-size dummy and writes "Writer's Block" on it* *shoots the dummy several hundred times, and doesn't hit it once* 'Nuff said.
*** Wednesday, next week - Seifer's Gym Period, Fujin's Break Period ***
Fujin didn't usually spend her Wednesday break at the boys' gym class, actually, she probably never did. But trying to get away while three boy-crazy girls were pulling her there was impossible. She was stuck there on the bleachers.
And she couldn't even study for the English test!
Rinoa, Quistis, and Selphie were the self-acclaimed 'The Veterans of Boys' Wednesday Gym Class.' They deserved the title, they were here every week since High School had begun. Fujin was 'The Newbie.' Every single time something happened or someone said something, the 'veterans' had to explain it. Who'd think their gym class was so different?
"This is our favourite part," Rinoa, who was sitting next to Fujin, poked her arm, "Pay attention."
"Now what?" she asked, slightly annoyed.
"It's called 'Shirts or Skins,'" said Quistis, who was on the other side of Fujin.
Fujin slumped over, "And what are WE supposed to do?"
"Hope the guy you like gets chosen for skins!" Rinoa giggled.
Although she had no clue what she meant, she knew by that giggle she was going to end up with a red face.
The coach separated the boys into two groups. One just stood, doing nothing. The other group, to Fujin's utter surprise, were taking their shirts off!
Fujin was right, her face did turn red...
Seifer was among this group.
"Only Fujie got lucky!" Selphie reached over and punched her arm. Two more punches followed from Rinoa and Quistis.
Fujin grabbed her arm, "What are you doing?"
"The guy you like got on skins! You get a punch!" Quistis explained, laughing.
She groaned and got up, ready to leave. Rinoa pulled her back down to the bleachers, "Oh, come on! You'll probably get to punch us next time!"
Fujin inched off the bench a bit, to see what they would say.
"Don't make us duct tape you to the bleachers..."
"All right, fine," Fujin shook her head and watched the game. The whistle had already been blown, and the basketball game had begun. Basketball was never a game that was fun to watch or play for Fujin. She hardly knew how the game worked at all.
She could feel her face get redder. Her eyes couldn't be kept away from Seifer. Fujin's eyes traced the well-defined muscles of his back, chest and abs. She dared not blink, not until she was completely sure not an inch was overlooked.
This was the perfect moment for Fujin to faint, throw up, do anything embarassing in front of 40 boys, 20 practically half-naked. And with Seifer among these 20...
Oh, yeah, she could feel something coming...
( Something is horribly wrong with me... ) she bit down on her lip hard and tried to understand the game...
But this was basketball...
Fujin was royally screwed.
*** Lunch Break, any restraunt with waiters _ ***
Seifer read the Hamlet script intently. Well, you could call it intently, if you ignored the fact he was checking the clock every 8 seconds.
Fujin rushed over to the booth and caught her breath as she sat down, "Sorry I'm late..."
"20 minutes late."
"Sorry, my band teacher kept me in again..."
"I already ordered for you, hope you don't mind."
"It was my fault being late..." Fujin flattened out her skirt.
Seifer put away his script away, "I saw you get punched at Gym, why do you girls do that anyway?"
"I... don't know, they won't tell me," she said uneasily, "Because I'm... 'the newbie,'"
Seifer nodded, a little confused, "I... see."
"What role are going to try out for?"
"Minor role," he shrugged, "I don't either of us we'll have time to remember a lot of lines. What with music rehearsals and our project."
"Oh, I'm almost finished my report," she took out three handwritten pages and put them on the table, "I just need to write up two more pages, then type it up."
"You still haven't done that?" Seifer asked as he looked through the papers, "I've already printed mine out."
"... What?"
"Yeah, the reason it took so long was because I was having trouble printing."
Fujin just blinked.
"Oh, by the way, I got the final application drafts for the competition," he took it out of his bag, "We have to check it for mistakes, what is written here is exactly what the judges are going to read."
She glanced over the page, finding one mistake, "... Who writes these up anyway?"
"Someone who works there just takes the information we were required to fill out and puts them in sentences. I think it was some woman... I don't remember her name... did she screw something up?"
Fujin nodded, "Mmm-hmm."
"Really? Where?" she pointed at the very first line.
"'Fujin Almasy.'"
Okay, that was kind of stupid but I STILL HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK!!! RAGE!! *kicks Buggy* Buggy: MY NAME ISN'T BUGGY!!! Me: *shrug* Whatever. Buggy: ... I need a real job...
Writer's block haters of fanfiction.net, UNITE!!! *unites*
Buh-bye
MZF
Disclaimer - I own FFVIII as much as I own a palace in Europe, a pure-bred Palamino pony, and every single Saifuu hentai doujinshi I can get my little hands on!! (If any actually exist... _)
*sews a life-size dummy and writes "Writer's Block" on it* *shoots the dummy several hundred times, and doesn't hit it once* 'Nuff said.
*** Wednesday, next week - Seifer's Gym Period, Fujin's Break Period ***
Fujin didn't usually spend her Wednesday break at the boys' gym class, actually, she probably never did. But trying to get away while three boy-crazy girls were pulling her there was impossible. She was stuck there on the bleachers.
And she couldn't even study for the English test!
Rinoa, Quistis, and Selphie were the self-acclaimed 'The Veterans of Boys' Wednesday Gym Class.' They deserved the title, they were here every week since High School had begun. Fujin was 'The Newbie.' Every single time something happened or someone said something, the 'veterans' had to explain it. Who'd think their gym class was so different?
"This is our favourite part," Rinoa, who was sitting next to Fujin, poked her arm, "Pay attention."
"Now what?" she asked, slightly annoyed.
"It's called 'Shirts or Skins,'" said Quistis, who was on the other side of Fujin.
Fujin slumped over, "And what are WE supposed to do?"
"Hope the guy you like gets chosen for skins!" Rinoa giggled.
Although she had no clue what she meant, she knew by that giggle she was going to end up with a red face.
The coach separated the boys into two groups. One just stood, doing nothing. The other group, to Fujin's utter surprise, were taking their shirts off!
Fujin was right, her face did turn red...
Seifer was among this group.
"Only Fujie got lucky!" Selphie reached over and punched her arm. Two more punches followed from Rinoa and Quistis.
Fujin grabbed her arm, "What are you doing?"
"The guy you like got on skins! You get a punch!" Quistis explained, laughing.
She groaned and got up, ready to leave. Rinoa pulled her back down to the bleachers, "Oh, come on! You'll probably get to punch us next time!"
Fujin inched off the bench a bit, to see what they would say.
"Don't make us duct tape you to the bleachers..."
"All right, fine," Fujin shook her head and watched the game. The whistle had already been blown, and the basketball game had begun. Basketball was never a game that was fun to watch or play for Fujin. She hardly knew how the game worked at all.
She could feel her face get redder. Her eyes couldn't be kept away from Seifer. Fujin's eyes traced the well-defined muscles of his back, chest and abs. She dared not blink, not until she was completely sure not an inch was overlooked.
This was the perfect moment for Fujin to faint, throw up, do anything embarassing in front of 40 boys, 20 practically half-naked. And with Seifer among these 20...
Oh, yeah, she could feel something coming...
( Something is horribly wrong with me... ) she bit down on her lip hard and tried to understand the game...
But this was basketball...
Fujin was royally screwed.
*** Lunch Break, any restraunt with waiters _ ***
Seifer read the Hamlet script intently. Well, you could call it intently, if you ignored the fact he was checking the clock every 8 seconds.
Fujin rushed over to the booth and caught her breath as she sat down, "Sorry I'm late..."
"20 minutes late."
"Sorry, my band teacher kept me in again..."
"I already ordered for you, hope you don't mind."
"It was my fault being late..." Fujin flattened out her skirt.
Seifer put away his script away, "I saw you get punched at Gym, why do you girls do that anyway?"
"I... don't know, they won't tell me," she said uneasily, "Because I'm... 'the newbie,'"
Seifer nodded, a little confused, "I... see."
"What role are going to try out for?"
"Minor role," he shrugged, "I don't either of us we'll have time to remember a lot of lines. What with music rehearsals and our project."
"Oh, I'm almost finished my report," she took out three handwritten pages and put them on the table, "I just need to write up two more pages, then type it up."
"You still haven't done that?" Seifer asked as he looked through the papers, "I've already printed mine out."
"... What?"
"Yeah, the reason it took so long was because I was having trouble printing."
Fujin just blinked.
"Oh, by the way, I got the final application drafts for the competition," he took it out of his bag, "We have to check it for mistakes, what is written here is exactly what the judges are going to read."
She glanced over the page, finding one mistake, "... Who writes these up anyway?"
"Someone who works there just takes the information we were required to fill out and puts them in sentences. I think it was some woman... I don't remember her name... did she screw something up?"
Fujin nodded, "Mmm-hmm."
"Really? Where?" she pointed at the very first line.
"'Fujin Almasy.'"
Okay, that was kind of stupid but I STILL HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK!!! RAGE!! *kicks Buggy* Buggy: MY NAME ISN'T BUGGY!!! Me: *shrug* Whatever. Buggy: ... I need a real job...
Writer's block haters of fanfiction.net, UNITE!!! *unites*
Buh-bye
MZF