"Okay everybody! Today, we want your-"
A girl with brown hair that was pulled up into a ponytail stumbled to the front of the crowd
"Want our WHAT! Our what!? What is it!?" the girl asked excitedly.
"Jennie, shh, we have to wait for her to think." A cute ( ) )girl with auburn hair came behind her and pulled her back.
"I refuse to STAY BACK! Kt, if you don't let go of me, I'll draw on your face!" Jennie said, whipping out a purple pen. Kt stepped away from her, about to run.
"We want your-"
"CONDOMS!?" Jennie yelled. She now started running around like a maniac, drawing on everybody in her path. She drew a distorted looking stick figure on some guy's hand and named it Cynthia. "Look! An African person. They're calling meeee!" Jennie ran out of the cafeteria.
"We want your-"
"JENNIE! THERE IS NO AFRICAN!" The Kt girl ran out after her, once again, interrupting Selphie.
"AHH! FORGET IT!" Selphie threw her microphone down in defeat and ran out of the cafeteria. Needless to say, the crowd of Selphie fans weren't too happy with Kt. Poor little thing was rushed to the hospital by the time they were done with her. Oh yeah, and Jennie was rushed to a mental institution.
Seifer walked slowly up to the table with a sly smile on his face.
"HEY EVERYBODY!"
The disappointed fans turned their heads around to see Seifer on the table with a microphone.
"No more Selphie,
It's now me
Isnt it wonderful?
Suteki Da Ne.
No more thongs
They were getting quite boring
I would rather be stuck in an office,
When outside was pouring.
But be quiet! – Don't tell!
Selphie would kill us; we'd all go to hell.
That goddamned microphone was bound to be put down.
And now it's gone, off into the abyss, no longer making a sound.
Thongs flew here, thongs flew there,
Why not just have an f'in' party? No thongs in the air.
No water or sluty girls
No more thongs with frills and curls
Just your friendly neighborhood Seifer, ready for action
I take out Selphie, ten more stars by attraction
So don't be scared, just be glad
Seifer is here, I'm not all that bad.
I'll shut up now, before I'm red with tomatoes
Just remember, I have five tipotatoes…?
Sorry folks, I messed up that rhyme.
Please Emily Dickinson, It's not that bad of a crime."
"What the hell? HEY! WE LIKE THONGS!" some random person yelled.
"Yeah!" some more random people yelled.
Lets see, so far, we've had thongs fly, shirts fly, a girl named Jennie fly, and now, watch the tomatoes fly.
Meanwhile, the dumbass kept on rhyming.
"Holy Shit! Hey look, a tomatoe!
There goes another, it's now a red tornadoe.
Ouch! That was my eye!
That was really mean, I'm not too bad of a guy!
You know how much I paid for this coat?
They had to iron it out, skin a goat!
And look-y here! Now its red!
Now my name is Seifer, the red-coated sped."
He dodged fifteen more tomatoes until he finally got off the table. The fans dropped their tomatoes and attacked him.
"HEY!" a strong voice yelled out and the guy jumped up on the table.
The fans stopped what they were doing and looked to see Zell (Okay, okay, scratch that, it wasn't THAT much of a strong voice).
"Hey I hate Seifer tooHe smells like a shoe
He's mean and looks like goo
Buy tomatoes from me so you can tackle him too
You know he really sucks
And looks like ducks
And likes mucks
When he eats ducks"
He moved to the rhythm of his own words. His poetry was absolutely terrible, at least in normal people's opinions. The fans liked it, but the part about not being normal explains it. They looked up at Zell and started cheering at his feet.
"YOU ROCK DUDE!"
"BOOYAA!" Zell yelled still being trailed on his back.
Selphie stomped into the cafeteria with Squall, Rinoa and Quistis.
Squall ran over to a disgruntled Seifer, trying to get the red off his long white coat.
Quistis ran over to Zell.
Selphie ran onto the table.
More people attacked Seifer and attacked Squall as well.
The people were trying to get Zell to do a strip show.
People didn't pay attention to Selphie, who once again stood on the table with her microphone.
"HI ITS SELPHIE!Did you forget about me?
I'm really upset. It's like a broken knee.
Here is a highlight of the person you love.
His name is Zell, he's anything but a dove.
He's scrawny with fake muscle.
He wont budge in the mornings, you wont get him to hustle.
Okay, this really mega bites, considering the fact I can't rhyme whatsoever. So, hows life? I mean, I'm just chillaxin', what about you?"
Time stopped. Everyone's breathing slowed down, and they slowly turned their heads to Selphie.
"SELPHIE! YOU ROCK!" the same random student, who always yells comments like this, yelled.
"Yeah!" the rest of the cafeteria screamed.
Selphie was brought back to popularity.
And the familiar sound of music turned on, as Selphie started dancing on the table.
It was Milkshake, by Kelis.
"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's betta than yours
Damn right, it's betta than yours
I could teach you
But I have to charge.
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's betta than yours
Damn right, it's betta than yours
I could teach you
But I have to charge.
La la
La la la
I want it all
La la
La la la
I want it all"
Selphie jumbled her hair up with her fingers. She ripped off her dress to show a short mini leather skirt and a black shirt that tide up in the middle. It had a built in push up bra. She quickly applied dark eye shadow onto her eyes (look at a recent picture of Avril Lavign and you will know what I'm talking about) and twisted thick strands of hair together. Kicking off her tan boots, she put on high black boots whose leather tops reached her knees.
Snapping her fingers, the dull soft lights went out, and the cafeteria turned into a black light nightmare. Aside from the black lights, colorful blinking lights were mounted on the walls. Coming out of two doors, were two guys, both pushing cages. Inside the cages were girls. Experienced pole dancers, if you know what I mean.
The Balamb Garden cafeteria was now a nightclub.
And thinking back a bit, it's quite ironic how Seifer was the best poet out of Selphie and Zell, but was hated the most. These Balamb Garden people DEFINATLY have problems.
End chapter 7
A/n: WOW! I cannot believe I actually am on chapter seven. It seems like just yesterday I put chapter 1 online! Just a special thanks to my good friend Jennie. Jennie doesn't play Final Fantasy, nor does she know much about anything to do with ff8, but she still supports me with ideas. Thanks sweetie!
It's one o' clock in the morning, and I recently got home from a baseball game, where I was trampled by huge drunk guys…not a pretty sight. If you do decide to seat hop, make sure you hop to somewhere the people in front of you aren't completely smashed…it's really good thinking.
Your reviews mean SO much! Knowing people read my story and get pleasure out of it makes me so happy. I love reviews so much! They truly encourage me to go on. Thanks to all of you. In my last chapter of this story, I will include each and every one of you, no matter how long it may take. I also like to get emails, so feel free to email me about anything. Thank you all so much! More chapters to come!
