A/N: I revised this chapter because I wasn't happy with the last one. Not much change, except I added some details.

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VIII or the characters.

New Neighbor

Thump, thump

Bang

Quistis opened one eye and looked up at the ceiling. More noise reverberated through the ceiling. Quistis groaned, "I don't need this." She turned onto her stomach and buried her face into the pillows.

Thump

Quistis' eyes opened, then there was a loud screech and Quistis was wide awake. "Hyne, I'm trying to sleep." As if responding there was suddenly a loud drilling noise. "That's it," Quistis said sitting up. She stood on her bed holding one of her pillows. "Shut up," Quistis yelled upwards throwing the pillow at the ceiling. It was Sunday, the last day of the week before she had to go to work Monday morning. Quistis had hope to sleep in late, her pride and ego still bruised from yesterday's event at the gym.

After the horrifying scene, which luckily only Selphie had witnessed Quistis pretended nothing happened and continued with her workout. But the two men chatting behind her was a reminder of her embarrassment. Quistis stayed at her spot, face devoid of any emotions. It wasn't as if she actually talked to him, Quistis kept thinking to herself, yet her mind began to form scenarios of what might have happened if Quistis had got up and talked to him. Suddenly, a red tinge began to form on her cheeks before her face became a full blown red. Quistis had ran to the showers, Selphie at her heels, she stayed there for a good half an hour as she composed herself.

Telling herself and Selphie that she would never step foot in that gym again, Quistis stopped by the nearest ice cream parlor filling herself with whatever calories she just burned off. The rest of the day Selphie dragged Quistis around the city going from shop to shop insisting that shopping would cure everything. Quistis however, wasn't a "shopping" kind of girl, so cutting the day short she just went home and into the comfort of her waiting bed.

The had drilling stopped.

Quistis sigh and was about to catch the remaining of her sleep when the sound of a hammer pounded against the walls. "Son-of-a...," Quistis muttered angrily jumping off her bed and running out of her apartment forgetting that she was bare feet and still in her pyjamas.

Sprinting up the flight of stairs to the next floor, Quistis yanked open the metal door that leads to the hallway. Unfortunately, she pulled a little too hard and the door banged against the wall making Quistis wince. Furniture was scattered through out the hall, making it difficult for Quistis to walk around it. "New neighbors," Quistis thought absentmindedly. "Still they could have waited until the afternoon to move in."

Moving around chairs, tables, and a king size mattress that was propped diagonally against the opposite walls, Quistis made her way to the door. When she got there, she poked her head inside the open apartment. The large empty space of the living room greeted her. Quistis wondered what her new neighbors would be like, before she remembered the reason why she came up here in the first place. Giving three loud hard knocks against the door, Quistis waited for someone to acknowledge her. Nothing.

The noise had stopped, but no one came to the door. After some internal debate with herself, Quistis decided to go into the apartment. The layout was exactly like her own apartment, which means that the bedroom should be at the end of the hall. Walking past the open kitchen Quistis turned left into the hallway. The wooden floor suddenly felt cold and dirty against her bare feet, regretting that she had ran out of her apartment without first putting on her shoes.

Quistis stopped at the entrance to the bedroom, there was no one there except for a medium sized hole that decorated the left side of the wall. Feeling uneasy now that she had trespassed into someone's home, Quistis began to turn around and go back to her own apartment figuring that she should come back later.

"Who are you?," the sudden addition of someone's voice behind her was not what Quistis had expected. Turning around quickly, Quistis was face to face with a woman who was looking at her with disdain. Her blue-green eyes shifted up and down Quistis' disheveled form. Quistis blushed imagining what she must look like at the moment, no shoes, rumpled clothing, hair not comb (probably sticking every which way), face not yet washed, and worst was that she hadn't even brush her teeth yet! Looking at the woman, her glossy red-brown hair fell in waves around her shoulders, skin slightly tan, make-up applied professionally. Quistis suddenly felt self-conscience about her own image.

"I'm sorry, my name is Quistis Trepe. I live one floor below you, and I was wondering if you can perhaps lower the noise a little," Quistis finally said. "That's it, be professional," Quistis thought to herself, her face emitting nothing but calm and composure.

The woman stared at Quistis as if she suddenly grew a second head. "Were we disturbing you?," the woman finally ask haughtily. Quistis refrained from rolling her eyes, "What do you think, I came up here for a tea party? I just said you were making too much noise," Quistis thought to herself. "As a matter of fact-," Quistis began but was interrupted my a noise in the living room. The woman's snobbish expression turned ecstatic and she practically ran to the living room completely ignoring Quistis. Quistis' mouth fell opened in disbelief. "What just happened?"

Quistis made her way to the living only to stop as she saw the awkward scene in front of her. The woman and a man was making out as if they were the only ones there. They were pressed against each other so hard that they could have molded into one. Quistis cleared her throat but it didn't seem to have any affect. Quistis cleared her throat again, this time loud enough that it echoed through the empty living room. The two "lovebirds" stopped what they were doing and look or glared at Quistis. Quistis cleared her throat again except this time out of the awkwardness.

The man, his expression as if fixed in a permanent scowl glared at Quistis with cold green eyes, she could almost feel his dangerous aura crushing her. The scar that ran diagonally from near his left eye to the bridge of his nose did nothing to comfort her. He dropped his tool belt on the floor without once removing his eyes from Quistis.

"Ava, who the fuck is this?," the man demanded looking at his girlfriend. The woman, who's name was apparently Ava pouted playfully, "Oh, someone who lives downstairs. I don't remember her name; Casy or something." Again the woman was completely ignoring Quistis and it was seriously pissing her off, "Hello, I'm not invisible and my name is Quistis." This time it was the woman who glared at her but Quistis countered by ignored her.

Instead, Quistis turn her attention to the man who was now regarding her with a bored expression. "Look, I just want you guys to lower the noise a little, some of us are still trying to sleep," Quistis said directing it to the man. The man raised an eyebrow and his green eyes looked up and down Quistis form taking in everything from her tangled hair to her shoeless feet and he smirked.

Quistis bristled as he smirked at her. "Seifer, tell her to go away," the woman said nonchalantly studying her nails. Seifer walked up to Quistis, his frame easily towering over hers. Quistis stood where she was her own blue eyes glaring into his green ones , "So Quisto, you always greet your new neighbors looking like this, I mean where's the casserole?" Quistis narrowed her eyes, "It's Quistis, Seizer."

Seifer's own eyes narrowed and a glaring contest ensues between the two. Then Seifer's face turned to amusement as he walk back to his girlfriend and puts an arm around her curvy waist. "Sorry Quisto, but I don't think we can lower the noise because in a minute you'll be hearing more than just hammers."

Quistis' face turned in disgust as she realize what Seifer meant. Without a word she turn, head held high and walk out the apartment, but not before hearing a loud squeal as she once again maneuver her way around the furnitures. "What a disgusting asshole," Quistis thought, "Hope I never run into him or his air head girlfriend."

Back in her own room, Quistis gave a sigh of relief when she didn't hear any strange noises from upstairs. "Great, not only did I lose sleep but I had to deal with those two idiots. Can my life get any better?" Quistis said to herself sarcastically as she fell back into bed.

To be continued...