A Waltz to Remember
by AnimeGoddessS
Disclaimer: I own Final Fantasy VIII! What do you mean I don't own it?! I have the video game right here in my hand!! What?! That doesn't count?! What a load of crap. Ok, well, I guess I don't own FFVIII. ::Walks off complaining...::
Squall leaned against a large column by the exit of the large circular dance room that the Seed ceremony was being held in. He sipped at his wine. He would have preferred booze, but you can't have everything you want, he thought too himself. He gazed at the stars through the glass ceiling above the room. At that moment, he saw a shooting star.
'I wish all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy,' wished Squall to himself.
He leaned down to take another sip of his wine when a beautiful young girl in a short, and bit revealing, yellow dress caught his attention.
She made eye contact with him and smiled.
'Wow! Wishes really do come true, you dawg you,' thought Squall to himself as he stared at the beautiful girl.
It was then that he noticed that the girl was walking towards him, raising up a finger as she came. As she got closer, he realized that the finger she was holding up was her middle finger! The bitch had flicked him off!
He cocked his head and gave her a questionable look. She just smiled and walked right up to him, putting her finger down as she approached closer.
Squall, being the very quick thinker that he is (sarcasm), did the very first thing that came to mind when she got touching-distance away from him. He threw his cup of wine on her and flicked her off, still holding his middle finger up as he ran in the totally opposite direction as fast as his legs would take him.
He glanced over his shoulder to see what she had done after his wonderful show of revenge. But, when he did so, he saw the most disturbing thing he'd ever seen in his life. The soaked young woman had chased him down and, when he slowed down to look over his shoulder, she leaped onto his back with the face of a murderer.
On his back, she bit into his ear and attempted a Mike Tyson. Squall flung her off his back and was about to retreat once more when she reached up and yanked on his hair.
"You WILL dance with me!" she screamed. Seeing no other way out of this situation, Squall reluctantly accepted and followed her onto the dance floor.
He was a great dancer, but he decided to act otherwise so that maybe she would leave him be, but his plan back fired. Instead, she became determined to teach him. Squall was not going to let her win. Instead, he took every chance possible to bump into someone, step on her toes, or 'trip'.
He had only been given one break during the 5 hours she kept him there dancing. As the sun started to appear through the glass ceiling, the cops came in and cuffed the woman.
Squall sighed and collapsed into a chair. ''Bout time,' he thought, seeing as how he had called the police hours ago. 'That is the last time I ever make a wish.'
As the police shoved the unwilling woman into the car, she turned to Squall and cried out, "By the way, my name is Selphie!"
The End