(Here's the continuation. I added a little more surrounding description to it)

'And I thought I was the horny one.' Rinoa placed her mug down on the wooden table. Wiping the coffee from her mouth, Rinoa passed that printed copy to Selphie, who was sitting on Rinoa's bed. Selphie snatched it from Rinoa's hand, eager to read the message again. 'No matter how many times I read it, I STILL can't believe it!' Selphie exclaimed. They had printed out a copy so they could read it over and over again. Rinoa smirked, 'To tell you the truth, I wish you hadn't known about this.' 'Too late I suppose?' Selphie teased, she gave the copy back to Rinoa. She got of the bed, and started combing Rinoa's hair, 'so, how are you and Squall going to start it off? Smooth or hardcore?' Rinoa placed a finger at her lips, 'Shh. Selphie, my room isn't soundproof. Passerby's can hear you.' Selphie continued to comb Rinoa's hair, 'Pretty nervous aren't you?'

Squall placed the desktop down on his desk. Taking off his clothes, he stepped into the shower. As the warm water poured down on his face, Squall started to feel a little more relaxed. He never liked the cold, which was why he wore jackets and gloves.

The lively sound of Balambs small community brought a simple mood back to Irvine. He and Zell had come here for a visit to Zell's parents. Spitting on the ground, the gunslinger walked towards a diner, 'Dumb blonde, ditching me like that; "Hi ma! I'm home. Can we have dinner here? What? Only enough for one more? Well, than, sorry Irvine." Dummy.' The red evening sky was turning to dark blue, and it was starting to drizzle small snowballs. He'd better eat fast and go back to the Dincht's before it pours down. He simply chose a restaurant and walked into it. The interior was bright red with the smell of 'Chinese food?' Irvine thought. Damn, of all the places to rush into, he had to choose one that had the world's most disgusting delicacies. 'Guess I don't have a choice,' He sat down at a table nearest to him and took of his hat, placing it on the silk threaded table. After a minute, a Chinese girl passed by, holding a note pad and a pen. 'Can I have your order?' she asked. The girl had a slight Chinese- English slang. Irvine took his hat and put it back on. He didn't like people looking at his bald spot, 'Okay, yeah. I don't really know much Chinese food, so, could you recommend any?' The girl went into the kitchen and came back with a menu, 'Here you go,' she passed it Irvine, 'it's got the name, picture, and description of its contents.' 'Thanks, I'll call you when I've chosen.' Irvine opened the menu. 'Okay, let's see. 'One ton mean'? What's one ton mean?' He read the description, 'Noodles served in soup with pork dumplings.' Irvine waved at the girl. She came back with the same pen and notepad, 'Yes, made up your mind yet?' Irvine nodded, 'Yeah, I'll take one of those 'one ton mean's,'

'You got the thong?' Rinoa asked. Selphie opened the plastic bag and took out a measly piece of cloth. 'Here you go.' Rinoa took the cloth piece off Selphie and placed it near her waist, trying the thong out. 'A perfect fit,' Selphie exclaimed. Rinoa smiled, 'You think so?' Selphie nodded indicating she had no doubt. 'Okay than, wish me luck,'

Squall stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a dry clothe around himself, 'Brr, it's freezing.' He quickly dried himself up and put on a white shirt. After turning on the furnace, he swooped down on a chair and opened his laptop. He had to get his message through to her. (Start's speaking as he types again) [Dear Rinoa, -

Irvine sat outside the Dincht's house. It was snowing very heavily, causing him shiver. 'St-stupid girl and her, 'Not "One ton mean", it's "wan tan min". Maybe she should pair up with Zell's dumb "Hey, ma! Irvine's home. What, ma? There're relatives staying over and there's no room for him to sleep? Sorry Irvine,"' A car sped by, spinning ground snow at his face. Irvine wiped it off, 'dumb car, going "whir-

[-and I hope you understand that though we have went through a lot together and share a strong trust, I still want to explore you more intellectually, not your body. Hope you understand. Love, Squall.]' The Seed clicked 'send' and laid back on his chair. 'Right, now all I got to do is-' the door knocked. 'Coming,' Squall turned his laptop off. And headed for the door. Opening it, he saw Rinoa, standing there shyly. Her face was looking down, too shy to look at him. 'Hi Squall.'

'If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have took pity on Zell having no one to accompany him on this stupid trip,' Irvine tightened his grip on the jacket and covered himself. 'I've gotta find a motel,' He got up, and ran down the street. He walked by a building with a rusty sign, 'Balamb Motel. You can hear the sea winds. This should do.' He went through the rotating door. Inside was warm and cozy, unlike the outside. There was a spiraling staircase to the left, and a custodian at the right. 'Hey, I'd like a room please,' Irvine asked. He wasn't shivering that much now. 'Thanks for coming, it'll be 50 gil per night, please.' Irvine reached for his wallet. He opened it, 'dammit,'

Squall and Rinoa laid on the bed, both looking at the ceiling. 'God that was good.' Rinoa rolled next to him, and placed an arm around his chest, 'I'm so happy you agreed,' Squall looked at Rinoa, 'I did?' Rinoa smiled, 'yeah, remember the email you sent me, 'wear a thong'?'. Squalls face was horror stricken. 'Cos if you didn't want it I'd really, really, regret it,' Squall smiled nervously, 'uh.yeah,(shit)' Rinoa rested her head on him, 'let's just go to sleep okay?'. Squall felt terrible by the minute, he needed to delete that email somehow. 'How did I get into this?'

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So far so good for my first fanfic. But I promise my future ones will be better. ( continuation on this story is determined by reviewers anticipation. (Irvine's story will grow deeper)