Note: I'm really sorry Kikyou for offending you and I didn't mean to do that. But there is no need for name calling, I certainly didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, especially people who are from Columbia or any other countries that I named that are thought to be a 'bad place.' I did not intend to make these countries look bad okay? Other than that, thank you for those who reviewed my chapters! ^^ Hope you enjoy this one too!
Chapter 16 – Simple Truth
The rest of the week has been quite awkward between them. Quistis refused to talk to Seifer, but continued with their tutorial anyway. Seifer, was as usual, very curious about Quistis' bruises that has been happening quite often and had the urge to leave the room, hunt down her father and maybe even murder him. That thought made him ponder for a minute. Why the sudden urge of helping the stubborn blond girl out? He couldn't quite understand this feeling.
"Hey Seifer!" The tall blond turned his head slightly at the voice calling him and watched as Travis, Quistis' little cousin and the one whom his mother used to babysat, approached him. Along with his girlfriend, a shy girl named Eliza Ferris, Travis gave Seifer a boyish smile before saying, "I've been looking for you for days and I finally found you."
Seifer folded his arms across his chest in his usual manner and looked at him, arching a single eyebrow. "What is it?"
The younger boy shrugged. "Well, I just wanted to know so much on why you were asking me where my Uncle lived."
The tall young man stared at him for a couple of seconds, before shrugging and unfolded his arms. "It's nothing that really concerns you, Trav, because I was just asking, that's all."
Travis stared into his eyes to see if he was lying, but Seifer was far too good at lying, than he was at telling the truth. "Oh…okay…"
Without giving Travis a moment to answer more, Seifer turned and left, deciding on heading straight to tutorial so he wouldn't be bothered by Travis for more questions about his odd curiosity about Sean Trepe's place of work. He was, as usual greeted by a cold looking Quistis who waited for him on the usual spot in the middle row of the classroom. She merely glanced at him, looking up from her work and acknowledged his presence until he sat down beside her.
"Did you go through the materials I gave you?" Quistis asked.
Seifer, with his usual snide remarks, leaned back on his chair, folded his arms across his chest and said, "Yes, teacher. Will I be also graded with it too?" He said with a smirk.
The blond girl looked up and frowned. "Are you mocking me?"
"Of course!" Seifer grinned. "I mean, I've been having tutorials from you for over three weeks now and you're STILL not used to this?"
"I've been tutoring you for over three weeks now and you're STILL failing math?" Quistis commented back, looking away in disbelief.
Seifer looked at her, shocked beyond words. "My, Quistis! I have NEVER seen you so… rude before! I am shocked!" He said, sarcastically.
Quistis threw her eraser at him. "Shut up!" She couldn't help but smile. Why was she getting along with this guy all of a sudden? Sure, she still has a crush on him, but this crush of hers will soon blow over and Seifer would never have to know. Of course he DID defend her about wearing her sunglasses in class and about her father. The blond girl stopped and glanced at Seifer, who was once again, staring into space. For this past week, Seifer's been on and off a trance whenever they did the tutorials or even during math classes together. However, as she stared at him, there was something he was hiding behind those green eyes. Right now, as he stared ahead of him, Quistis noticed something 'magical' about him, which reminded her of the Roman God of war, Mars, who was known to be handsome, but very destructive at the same time. That's what she saw in him.
"What's our lesson for today, teach?" Seifer suddenly asked, turning his head to face her.
The blond girl suddenly removed her eyes from him, afraid to look at the young man in the eyes, because she was scared that he might have noticed her staring at him from the corner of his eyes like an idiot. "Um…well…" She completely forgot what she had to do at that point and Quistis could feel heat rising in her face. 'Oh God, am I blushing?' she thought. 'Please don't let him see…please don't let him see!'
"Why are you so red?" the blond young man suddenly asked, one eyebrow lifted up curiously at her.
Quistis shook her head vigorously and fumbled desperately for her notes, while at the same time, finding some kind of excuse on why she was turning red every time she moved. "Um…you see…I uh- OH!" She looked up and smiled. "I'm red because you see, I have allergies…"
"Uh-huh…" Seifer smirked, folding his arms across his chest and continued to stare at her. "Well, okay I would love to figure out what you're allergic to, but I really have to get going, so can you hurry up and get this tutorial over with?"
'Why does he have to stare at her so much like that? And that damn smirk! I wish I could wipe that off with a slap of his face!' she thought, keeping her grin real to prove that she wasn't lying. But, he wasn't stupid. Sooner or later, maybe even now, he would recognize the reason for her blushes. "Well uh…we COULD just go over everything and see how much you've learned so far or you know…we could talk about something else to get things going for us…"
Seifer looked at her. "Like what?"
The blond girl shrugged. "I don't know. I think we should start over so you and I can know each other like… do you have a family? I mean, from what Travis told me your family divorced and-"
SLAM!
Quistis flinched and looked up. Seifer had slammed his right hand on her desk. The blond girl blinked, unsure of what happened, but sat there silently, waiting for Seifer's respond. Seifer wanted to be patient with her, but prolonging this afternoon was getting on his nerves. Just a few days ago, everything was going fine with him, but when he found out something he didn't want to know about, he's been feeling rather irritated. He knew what it was, but he was rather sick and tired of thinking about it. And now THIS! He looked up, his eyes staring back into large, blue orbs that stared right back at him. Seifer looked away, stood up and stuffed his hands in his coat pockets. "Look, can we just postpone this day and maybe I'll see you after school tomorrow?"
"I'm sorry…I didn't mean…" Quistis was tired of his attitude. What just happened? They were getting along just fine!
"You're so annoying! Get off my back! You have no right to ask me questions about my family!" Without even giving Quistis a chance to answer, Seifer turned and stomped off.
But Quistis, once again, was never done with him. She INSISTED to herself that she would get along with him, so she could easily teach him math without having to postpone anymore tutorials. She ran after him and when she was close enough, grabbed his arm, but Seifer, quickly turned and grabbed her arm. He gripped his hand tightly around her wrist and lifted up his other hand, as if ready to strike her.
"Go ahead! Hit me! I guess that's the only thing I'm good for!" Quistis yelled her hands clenched.
Seifer stopped his eyes, suddenly realizing what he was going to do and who he was doing it to. The blond young man dropped his hand and frowned. He didn't know what to say. A few days ago, he had seen the bruises on her eyes; he had defended her from Brandy's pathetic insults and actually went to where this girl's father works and beat the crap out of him. And the worst part of it was that he enjoyed it. He enjoyed defending for her but…why? He barely knew the girl and they barely talked, except maybe when they have something to argue about. "I…I'm sorry…" He spoke softly. He was ashamed now. Ashamed to really call what he did for her, 'defense,' because the very same thing he was taking vengeance for, had been placed in his own hands.
Quistis stood there, unmoved by his apologies. She knew he didn't mean it. He was probably being sarcastic, but as she looked into eyes, she saw something genuine as he spoke those words. She didn't know what to make of it. Should she believe what he said or…? "Um…that's okay…" She turned away. "I guess tomorrow?"
He felt awkward. Seifer looked away as well. "Sure…"
Without anymore words to exchange to each other both blondes turned and walked off into their own destinations.
'What just happened there?' They both asked themselves.
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That night, he couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, unable to close his eyes and wake up for the next day. He was also afraid of closing his eyes, for his mind would reveal something he didn't want to see. "Dammit!" he hissed. Seifer sat up and glanced at the clock sitting on his bedside table. It was close to eleven now and his mother wasn't home yet. He was starting to get worried, even though she was old enough to take care of herself, but lately, he hasn't been feeling like that towards her. It felt like he was the father, worrying about his daughter going out with some stranger pass her curfew. It was useless for him to sleep now. Too many things were in his mind, so Seifer decided to go downstairs and maybe get something to eat or watch a little television that would make him fall asleep.
As he neared the very bottom of the steps, he heard the front door click open. Seifer watched the door as he heard the keys being shoved inside the lock. He listened intently, until he could see the doorknob turning and the door opening to reveal a familiar figure. He could recognize his mother's clothes, which made her look like a hooker, but he didn't recognize the figure following behind her. She didn't seem to notice him standing there, because there were no lights shining around the house, only darkness. Seifer just stood there in the darkness, watching his mother and her partner patiently.
"Oh wait, let me just turn on the lights," Lynette spoke, reaching for the living room lamp. The lights suddenly flickered around the room, adding a little bit of light at the bottom of the stairs where Seifer stood, which startled Lynette with a gasp. "Seifer! God, you scared me!"
Seifer looked behind at Lynette's companion, who was nodding his head at him curtly. Instead of nodding back, the blond young man chose to examine him from where he stood. This man seemed different than the rest. He looked blond as well, tall, handsome and had green eyes like him and one who could be mistaken to be his real father, but Seifer hated thinking about that.
"Seifer, I'd like you to meet, Martine," Lynette spoke, after a few moments of silence.
The blond looked at his mother. "Who is he? Another one of you dates?" he asked with utter disgust. He was starting to get annoyed already, just by hearing his mother introducing to him one her many men she's dated.
Lynette frowned. "No, Seifer…" From her tone of voice, Seifer could tell his mother was getting irritated by his attitude. "He and I used to go to college together. We're college buddies, right Martine?" She glanced at him and smiled.
Martine laughed, nodding his head. "Yeah and I was so surprised how much your mother hasn't changed since she was nineteen! She's still as beautiful as ever!" He looked at her and smiled.
Seifer rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. "College friends my ass…" he mumbled.
"What's that?" Martine asked.
The blond young man shook his head. "Nothing…"
"Anyway," Lynette interrupted, clearing her throat to remove the tension between Martine and Seifer. "Would you like something to drink, Martine?"
The older blond nodded, grinning. "Sure thing, Lyn!"
"Lyn?" Seifer asked, lifting an eyebrow curiously.
Martine shrugged. "Well, that's what I used to call her in college! Isn't that right, Lyn?"
Lynette laughed from the kitchen, whom Seifer hadn't realized was already there, looking for a drink for her college friend. "Of course! Mart…"
Martine walked to the kitchen and Seifer could hear his large laugh as it echoed around the kitchen. "Very funny! Although, I don't remember you calling me that!"
Seifer decided to join them too, to make sure nothing drastic would happen between them. He was afraid that Martine COULD have changed from a guy whom his mother met in college into some kind of murderer or rapist. He didn't want to take the risk. However, he let them talk, no matter how pathetic their conversation was. He really didn't like this guy at all, even though he seemed nice around him. Any guy his mother dated irritated him, because they didn't treat her right. Seifer had no reason to hate Martine. Indeed, he was a nice guy, but he found himself hating him. Maybe it was the fact hat he could make his mother happy and she would end up marrying him and having another heart break. He didn't want that to happen to his mother the second time and suffer another divorce.
Their conversations were mostly about their college years together, while Seifer just sat and listened irritably. They decided to have a cup of coffee instead. From what Seifer has listened so far, Lynette and Martine apparently bumped into each other at the club just tonight while Lynette was on her date. They immediately recognized each other and decided to hang out for the rest of the evening. Seifer also learned HOW they met in college. It was before she met Bryan. Martine was in her psychology class and because they had the same interests, they suddenly grew close. Part of what happened between them, if they ever became lovers after that, was never brought up. They usually talked about what they did during those years, like hanging out with a bunch of their other friends and joining the NYU talent night marathon. Together, they were also part of a fraternity house, but because of some incident, they stopped going.
After an hour or two, Martine decided it was time for him to leave. "I have to work early tomorrow," the blond man explained, standing up.
"I'll walk you out the door," Lynette spoke, standing up as well.
"It was nice meeting you, Seifer," Martine said, nodding his head.
The blond young man nodded back, not sure of how to respond back. He sat there and watched him leave. No matter how much he hated to admit it, Seifer found himself liking the guy. Maybe he COULD be the one to make his mother happy once and for all. But both of them just said they were just friends… were they telling the truth?
After a couple of minutes, he could hear the front door closing and his mother's footsteps coming back to the kitchen. "So, you like him?"
Seifer looked up and nodded awkwardly. "Yeah, he's all right," he replied, shrugging. "He seems nice enough and I think he'll make you happy."
"Make me happy?" Lynette stared at him curiously.
"Yeah…" He was starting to feel irritated already. Seifer scratched the back of his head nervously. "Um…you know… you two seem to like each other, so I think it's great that you guys are dating now, after being friends for so long."
Lynette suddenly laughed. "Seifer, we really are JUST friends and nothing more. He's getting engaged to a nice woman and their wedding is coming next year and I'm invited!"
Seifer blushed, feeling rather embarrassed. "Oh…"
His mother laughed again. "You know, I've never seen you embarrassed like that before! You must really like him!"
"Well, we've never talked like this before…" Seifer suddenly said.
Lynette stopped. "You know what? You're right…" She smiled at him.
For the first time in two years after the divorce, he smiled back at her. Seifer stood up. "Well, I uh…I better get to bed. I'm tired and I have to wake up tomorrow for school anyway."
Lynette nodded. "All right, good night!"
Seifer nodded. "Good night…"
Lynette watched him walk up the stairs and as he disappeared into his room, she stood up and looked out the door towards Martine's car which hadn't left yet. Sighing, she watched him turn on his engine and leave the front of the house for good. "I wish I could tell you the whole truth Seifer…" Lynette whispered to herself.
GoodGurl: Woah! Woah! What's Lynette talking about the end? Who really IS Martine? I think it could be obvious, right? I hope so! Well, if you don't get it, then I guess you won't know until the end! ;)
Chapter 16 – Simple Truth
The rest of the week has been quite awkward between them. Quistis refused to talk to Seifer, but continued with their tutorial anyway. Seifer, was as usual, very curious about Quistis' bruises that has been happening quite often and had the urge to leave the room, hunt down her father and maybe even murder him. That thought made him ponder for a minute. Why the sudden urge of helping the stubborn blond girl out? He couldn't quite understand this feeling.
"Hey Seifer!" The tall blond turned his head slightly at the voice calling him and watched as Travis, Quistis' little cousin and the one whom his mother used to babysat, approached him. Along with his girlfriend, a shy girl named Eliza Ferris, Travis gave Seifer a boyish smile before saying, "I've been looking for you for days and I finally found you."
Seifer folded his arms across his chest in his usual manner and looked at him, arching a single eyebrow. "What is it?"
The younger boy shrugged. "Well, I just wanted to know so much on why you were asking me where my Uncle lived."
The tall young man stared at him for a couple of seconds, before shrugging and unfolded his arms. "It's nothing that really concerns you, Trav, because I was just asking, that's all."
Travis stared into his eyes to see if he was lying, but Seifer was far too good at lying, than he was at telling the truth. "Oh…okay…"
Without giving Travis a moment to answer more, Seifer turned and left, deciding on heading straight to tutorial so he wouldn't be bothered by Travis for more questions about his odd curiosity about Sean Trepe's place of work. He was, as usual greeted by a cold looking Quistis who waited for him on the usual spot in the middle row of the classroom. She merely glanced at him, looking up from her work and acknowledged his presence until he sat down beside her.
"Did you go through the materials I gave you?" Quistis asked.
Seifer, with his usual snide remarks, leaned back on his chair, folded his arms across his chest and said, "Yes, teacher. Will I be also graded with it too?" He said with a smirk.
The blond girl looked up and frowned. "Are you mocking me?"
"Of course!" Seifer grinned. "I mean, I've been having tutorials from you for over three weeks now and you're STILL not used to this?"
"I've been tutoring you for over three weeks now and you're STILL failing math?" Quistis commented back, looking away in disbelief.
Seifer looked at her, shocked beyond words. "My, Quistis! I have NEVER seen you so… rude before! I am shocked!" He said, sarcastically.
Quistis threw her eraser at him. "Shut up!" She couldn't help but smile. Why was she getting along with this guy all of a sudden? Sure, she still has a crush on him, but this crush of hers will soon blow over and Seifer would never have to know. Of course he DID defend her about wearing her sunglasses in class and about her father. The blond girl stopped and glanced at Seifer, who was once again, staring into space. For this past week, Seifer's been on and off a trance whenever they did the tutorials or even during math classes together. However, as she stared at him, there was something he was hiding behind those green eyes. Right now, as he stared ahead of him, Quistis noticed something 'magical' about him, which reminded her of the Roman God of war, Mars, who was known to be handsome, but very destructive at the same time. That's what she saw in him.
"What's our lesson for today, teach?" Seifer suddenly asked, turning his head to face her.
The blond girl suddenly removed her eyes from him, afraid to look at the young man in the eyes, because she was scared that he might have noticed her staring at him from the corner of his eyes like an idiot. "Um…well…" She completely forgot what she had to do at that point and Quistis could feel heat rising in her face. 'Oh God, am I blushing?' she thought. 'Please don't let him see…please don't let him see!'
"Why are you so red?" the blond young man suddenly asked, one eyebrow lifted up curiously at her.
Quistis shook her head vigorously and fumbled desperately for her notes, while at the same time, finding some kind of excuse on why she was turning red every time she moved. "Um…you see…I uh- OH!" She looked up and smiled. "I'm red because you see, I have allergies…"
"Uh-huh…" Seifer smirked, folding his arms across his chest and continued to stare at her. "Well, okay I would love to figure out what you're allergic to, but I really have to get going, so can you hurry up and get this tutorial over with?"
'Why does he have to stare at her so much like that? And that damn smirk! I wish I could wipe that off with a slap of his face!' she thought, keeping her grin real to prove that she wasn't lying. But, he wasn't stupid. Sooner or later, maybe even now, he would recognize the reason for her blushes. "Well uh…we COULD just go over everything and see how much you've learned so far or you know…we could talk about something else to get things going for us…"
Seifer looked at her. "Like what?"
The blond girl shrugged. "I don't know. I think we should start over so you and I can know each other like… do you have a family? I mean, from what Travis told me your family divorced and-"
SLAM!
Quistis flinched and looked up. Seifer had slammed his right hand on her desk. The blond girl blinked, unsure of what happened, but sat there silently, waiting for Seifer's respond. Seifer wanted to be patient with her, but prolonging this afternoon was getting on his nerves. Just a few days ago, everything was going fine with him, but when he found out something he didn't want to know about, he's been feeling rather irritated. He knew what it was, but he was rather sick and tired of thinking about it. And now THIS! He looked up, his eyes staring back into large, blue orbs that stared right back at him. Seifer looked away, stood up and stuffed his hands in his coat pockets. "Look, can we just postpone this day and maybe I'll see you after school tomorrow?"
"I'm sorry…I didn't mean…" Quistis was tired of his attitude. What just happened? They were getting along just fine!
"You're so annoying! Get off my back! You have no right to ask me questions about my family!" Without even giving Quistis a chance to answer, Seifer turned and stomped off.
But Quistis, once again, was never done with him. She INSISTED to herself that she would get along with him, so she could easily teach him math without having to postpone anymore tutorials. She ran after him and when she was close enough, grabbed his arm, but Seifer, quickly turned and grabbed her arm. He gripped his hand tightly around her wrist and lifted up his other hand, as if ready to strike her.
"Go ahead! Hit me! I guess that's the only thing I'm good for!" Quistis yelled her hands clenched.
Seifer stopped his eyes, suddenly realizing what he was going to do and who he was doing it to. The blond young man dropped his hand and frowned. He didn't know what to say. A few days ago, he had seen the bruises on her eyes; he had defended her from Brandy's pathetic insults and actually went to where this girl's father works and beat the crap out of him. And the worst part of it was that he enjoyed it. He enjoyed defending for her but…why? He barely knew the girl and they barely talked, except maybe when they have something to argue about. "I…I'm sorry…" He spoke softly. He was ashamed now. Ashamed to really call what he did for her, 'defense,' because the very same thing he was taking vengeance for, had been placed in his own hands.
Quistis stood there, unmoved by his apologies. She knew he didn't mean it. He was probably being sarcastic, but as she looked into eyes, she saw something genuine as he spoke those words. She didn't know what to make of it. Should she believe what he said or…? "Um…that's okay…" She turned away. "I guess tomorrow?"
He felt awkward. Seifer looked away as well. "Sure…"
Without anymore words to exchange to each other both blondes turned and walked off into their own destinations.
'What just happened there?' They both asked themselves.
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That night, he couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, unable to close his eyes and wake up for the next day. He was also afraid of closing his eyes, for his mind would reveal something he didn't want to see. "Dammit!" he hissed. Seifer sat up and glanced at the clock sitting on his bedside table. It was close to eleven now and his mother wasn't home yet. He was starting to get worried, even though she was old enough to take care of herself, but lately, he hasn't been feeling like that towards her. It felt like he was the father, worrying about his daughter going out with some stranger pass her curfew. It was useless for him to sleep now. Too many things were in his mind, so Seifer decided to go downstairs and maybe get something to eat or watch a little television that would make him fall asleep.
As he neared the very bottom of the steps, he heard the front door click open. Seifer watched the door as he heard the keys being shoved inside the lock. He listened intently, until he could see the doorknob turning and the door opening to reveal a familiar figure. He could recognize his mother's clothes, which made her look like a hooker, but he didn't recognize the figure following behind her. She didn't seem to notice him standing there, because there were no lights shining around the house, only darkness. Seifer just stood there in the darkness, watching his mother and her partner patiently.
"Oh wait, let me just turn on the lights," Lynette spoke, reaching for the living room lamp. The lights suddenly flickered around the room, adding a little bit of light at the bottom of the stairs where Seifer stood, which startled Lynette with a gasp. "Seifer! God, you scared me!"
Seifer looked behind at Lynette's companion, who was nodding his head at him curtly. Instead of nodding back, the blond young man chose to examine him from where he stood. This man seemed different than the rest. He looked blond as well, tall, handsome and had green eyes like him and one who could be mistaken to be his real father, but Seifer hated thinking about that.
"Seifer, I'd like you to meet, Martine," Lynette spoke, after a few moments of silence.
The blond looked at his mother. "Who is he? Another one of you dates?" he asked with utter disgust. He was starting to get annoyed already, just by hearing his mother introducing to him one her many men she's dated.
Lynette frowned. "No, Seifer…" From her tone of voice, Seifer could tell his mother was getting irritated by his attitude. "He and I used to go to college together. We're college buddies, right Martine?" She glanced at him and smiled.
Martine laughed, nodding his head. "Yeah and I was so surprised how much your mother hasn't changed since she was nineteen! She's still as beautiful as ever!" He looked at her and smiled.
Seifer rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. "College friends my ass…" he mumbled.
"What's that?" Martine asked.
The blond young man shook his head. "Nothing…"
"Anyway," Lynette interrupted, clearing her throat to remove the tension between Martine and Seifer. "Would you like something to drink, Martine?"
The older blond nodded, grinning. "Sure thing, Lyn!"
"Lyn?" Seifer asked, lifting an eyebrow curiously.
Martine shrugged. "Well, that's what I used to call her in college! Isn't that right, Lyn?"
Lynette laughed from the kitchen, whom Seifer hadn't realized was already there, looking for a drink for her college friend. "Of course! Mart…"
Martine walked to the kitchen and Seifer could hear his large laugh as it echoed around the kitchen. "Very funny! Although, I don't remember you calling me that!"
Seifer decided to join them too, to make sure nothing drastic would happen between them. He was afraid that Martine COULD have changed from a guy whom his mother met in college into some kind of murderer or rapist. He didn't want to take the risk. However, he let them talk, no matter how pathetic their conversation was. He really didn't like this guy at all, even though he seemed nice around him. Any guy his mother dated irritated him, because they didn't treat her right. Seifer had no reason to hate Martine. Indeed, he was a nice guy, but he found himself hating him. Maybe it was the fact hat he could make his mother happy and she would end up marrying him and having another heart break. He didn't want that to happen to his mother the second time and suffer another divorce.
Their conversations were mostly about their college years together, while Seifer just sat and listened irritably. They decided to have a cup of coffee instead. From what Seifer has listened so far, Lynette and Martine apparently bumped into each other at the club just tonight while Lynette was on her date. They immediately recognized each other and decided to hang out for the rest of the evening. Seifer also learned HOW they met in college. It was before she met Bryan. Martine was in her psychology class and because they had the same interests, they suddenly grew close. Part of what happened between them, if they ever became lovers after that, was never brought up. They usually talked about what they did during those years, like hanging out with a bunch of their other friends and joining the NYU talent night marathon. Together, they were also part of a fraternity house, but because of some incident, they stopped going.
After an hour or two, Martine decided it was time for him to leave. "I have to work early tomorrow," the blond man explained, standing up.
"I'll walk you out the door," Lynette spoke, standing up as well.
"It was nice meeting you, Seifer," Martine said, nodding his head.
The blond young man nodded back, not sure of how to respond back. He sat there and watched him leave. No matter how much he hated to admit it, Seifer found himself liking the guy. Maybe he COULD be the one to make his mother happy once and for all. But both of them just said they were just friends… were they telling the truth?
After a couple of minutes, he could hear the front door closing and his mother's footsteps coming back to the kitchen. "So, you like him?"
Seifer looked up and nodded awkwardly. "Yeah, he's all right," he replied, shrugging. "He seems nice enough and I think he'll make you happy."
"Make me happy?" Lynette stared at him curiously.
"Yeah…" He was starting to feel irritated already. Seifer scratched the back of his head nervously. "Um…you know… you two seem to like each other, so I think it's great that you guys are dating now, after being friends for so long."
Lynette suddenly laughed. "Seifer, we really are JUST friends and nothing more. He's getting engaged to a nice woman and their wedding is coming next year and I'm invited!"
Seifer blushed, feeling rather embarrassed. "Oh…"
His mother laughed again. "You know, I've never seen you embarrassed like that before! You must really like him!"
"Well, we've never talked like this before…" Seifer suddenly said.
Lynette stopped. "You know what? You're right…" She smiled at him.
For the first time in two years after the divorce, he smiled back at her. Seifer stood up. "Well, I uh…I better get to bed. I'm tired and I have to wake up tomorrow for school anyway."
Lynette nodded. "All right, good night!"
Seifer nodded. "Good night…"
Lynette watched him walk up the stairs and as he disappeared into his room, she stood up and looked out the door towards Martine's car which hadn't left yet. Sighing, she watched him turn on his engine and leave the front of the house for good. "I wish I could tell you the whole truth Seifer…" Lynette whispered to herself.
GoodGurl: Woah! Woah! What's Lynette talking about the end? Who really IS Martine? I think it could be obvious, right? I hope so! Well, if you don't get it, then I guess you won't know until the end! ;)