a/n: So what if I have compulsive drives to suddenly do something stupid?! Just skip this chapter if you don't like it…I just wanted a break from all the band campers . Not to mention I was on a message board the other day and we were discussing horrible band jokes! So I had to put these on here!
Shame I can't remember what forum I was at…
Chapter X: Zidane and Fujin Exchange More Lame Band Jokes
Zidane had walked over to Fujin earlier that day while the band campers were trying to sleep through Quistis's musical theory class. There was a smug look on his face as he plopped down across from her.
"I," he said with a proud smile, "know a bunch of band jokes that I bet you don't know."
Fujin lifted an eyebrow as if to say "Sorry you lousy excuse for a Final Fantasy main character, I'm just not interested"
"What is a gentleman?" Zidane grinned.
"Someone who knows how to play trumpet, but doesn't," Fujin frowned. "Or a band camp counselor who knows a bunch of stupid band jokes, but doesn't tell them."
Zidane ignored the last comment.
"What's the different between trumpet players and government bonds?"
"Trumpet players eventually mature and earn money," Fujin answered, wishing that she was back at Balamb wasting her summer fishing with Raijin and Seifer. Together, they had more brains than this guy did, and intelligent conversations were sounding like heaven right now.
"What's the difference between a French horn section and a '57 Chevy?" Zidane asked, and Fujin couldn't help but wonder if he'd already told some of these before…
"You can tune the Chevy," Fujin mumbled. At least when Raijin and Seifer got annoying they would occupy each other and she wouldn't have to talk to them…curse this stupid boy…why had she signed up to be a counselor anyway?! Next year she was gonna sign up for Commander Leonhart's job!
"Why did the chicken cross the road?" Zidane asked.
Fujin looked up at Zidane, who was actually smiling. Smiling! Smiling like he honestly believed he was funny!
"To get away from the annoying band camp counselor who wouldn't shut up!" Fujin shrieked, taking her lovely little weapon that you should be able to buy at Wal-Mart and chucking it at his head. Zidane did not see this coming, and fell to the ground, twitching.
Fujin hadn't felt this good since she'd shoved Raijin off the docks at Balamb.
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a/n: *dodges a bunch of grand lethals* I HATE ZIDANE!!!!! *kicks at the twitching Zidane*
Okay the next chapter is actually kind of long, or at least longer than the last few, and I actually, you know, put some thought into it! I promise it won't be as worthless as this one! Please don't desert me just yet!!