A/N: Ok… Well, people have been telling me that they want Squall to meet Rinoa…. But being the evil person I am, I've decided to make you all wait. *Grins triumphantly* unless I can't think of anything to write… You might be in luck. So anyways… Let's just see where my imagination takes the story.

~ 3: The Best ~

The ride from Esthar to Deling wasn't a short one. Ten hours in a car wasn't my idea of how I'd spend my Thursday. Oh well. I might as well just get used to it because I will be doing this for the next ten years or more.

I looked out the window, watching the countryside flash by. The sky was blue and there was nothing but the open road ahead of us. The air that infiltrated the bus through the open window smelled like it was freshly cut.

Taking the seat in front of me, Selphie turned around and began to talk about… I don't remember what she was talking about. That is, before she, "- and I heard that his daughter has a really nice ass!" I whirled my head around and looked at her. She got my attention.

"Finally. I got your attention. Is that all it took? I thought that it would've been harder." She grinned at me.

"Oh. So tell me more about his daughter." I said. She had me hooked.

"No. You don't want to get mixed up with her. She has certain qualities about her that suggests that she's chaste." She told me. Who uses the word 'chaste' nowadays?

"Chaste? What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. Does that mean she a virgin or does it mean otherwise? I don't want to think about the 'otherwise'.

"It means that she just broke up with her boyfriend of about two years. Supposedly she walked in on him with some other girl. Ever since, she swore off men." She said.

"So does that mean she swings that way?" Damn. Oh well. There are plenty of other fish in the sea.

"No. It means that she needs time. Besides, I don't think you'd want her to disfigure your lovely face." What was that supposed to mean?

"It already is." I said, pointing at my scar.

"How did you get it?" She asked.

"I got in a fight after they told me my brother was dead. The doctors said I was lucky that it wasn't a little to the left." I simply said- almost like it was less of a deal than it was. I don't even know why I said that. She was probably going to ask me about my brother now.

Instead, she got up and went to the back of the bus. "I'll be right back. Those six cups of coffee are catching up with me." She called as she walked off.

The impatience was beginning to get to me. I couldn't stand it anymore; my ass fell asleep!

Getting up from my seat, I walked to the front of the bus to where the buss driver was seated.

"How much time left before we get there?" I felt the past coming back to get me again. I felt like I was once again on the soccer field, asking the ref how much time was left until the end of the game. I never really did develop a liking towards the sport; my parents made me take it up in a worthless effort to get my mind off racing. They just can't accept that I have a need for speed-not the drug.

"Sit back, son. We still have another two hours to go. Nothing like waking up at the crack of dawn, huh? It was a beauty." He said, focussing all of his attention on the road again.

I walked back to my seat and sat down. Two hours? I looked to the back of the bus and decided that I should probably pretend to sleep because she might come back and start to play 'Twenty-One Questions' about my brother.

Why is it that I can't stop thinking about my brother these past few days? I know… But I'll never admit it. Maybe later, but not now.

I shut my eyes before she came back. I wasn't asleep but I still heard her swear over it.

"Damn coffee! Why now? The conversation was just getting somewhere! Damnit!" were the last words before I actually drift off into a sleepless dream.

***

"Hey! Squall! Wake up!" Selphie said as she shook me. Where are we? Was I asleep for that long?

"Where are we?" I asked groggily. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I saw that the sun was still high in the sky. Completely forgetting about the time difference, I began to feel very confused.

"We're there! We're in Deling! The race starts Saturday and there's a pre-race briefing tomorrow where all the racers meet and Mr. Caraway gives his speech. Who knows; maybe his daughter will be there!" She said excitedly.

"How is it that you know all this stuff?" I asked her.

"Well, while you were asleep, I took the liberty of reading the program. It's a great way to spend three hours. I think I read it three times to keep myself busy." She explained, "Oh! And we get to meet all the other drivers and oh my god! This is going to be so much fun!!!!"

Right. Fun. With a girl. That probably means shopping. Great. She better find herself some friends because I'm not going with her. That's probably the last thing that I want to do… Unless it's car shopping.

"Oh! And you could meet him there!" She said.

"Who?" I asked.

'The best." Are you kidding me? There's already someone who claims to be the best? What an arrogant jerk.

"Listen, I know what you're thinking. He doesn't claim to be the best… He just simply is. Anyways, he's only the best for the time being. We'll take him down." She had an ego just as big as my own! Incredible!

"Ok." I said.

Suddenly, something or someone out the window caught her attention. "Oh my god! That's him! The guy who's the best driver… For the time being."

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Seifer Almasy. I think… Yeah. He is the guy… He's Caraway's daughter's ex."

Great. Just great.

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A/N: Who saw it coming? I did! I wrote it! Maha! Anyways, please review. Lemme know what you think… And be a little creative… GO NUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, direct your attention to the little box on the bottom left and push the 'Go' button. Come on! You can do it! I know you can…. Uh. That sounded a little wrong. I think I'll go now. *Leaves*