Author's note: Hullo, I'm back again... I've taken over my friend's computer again, so I'll be posting four new chapters today(woot.... two for this and two for It's Been A While...). Keep reviewing...
-Squall's POV-
"I'm gonna go now," Laxell says and goes to the door. "Umm, you seen Seifer today?"
"Well ugh.." I hesitate to tell him 'bout our fight. After all, he doesn't know anything 'bout us. "No, not really. Why?"
He shrugs. "I just wanted to talk to him. 'Bout this... On the other hand, it might be better for me to be alone right now."
"Are you sure? I mean... can you handle being alone at a time like this?"
He nodds. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can. I guess Instructor Trepe already called our parents. I think I'll stop by at their house tomorrow.... just in case they wanna talk or... arrange the funeral or something..."
The tears are creeping up on him again. I wrap my arm around his shoulders, but find nothing to say.
"I'm sorry, Squall, I just..." He raise his head and tries to look brave. "I'm fine. I'm gonna go to sleep now."
"Okay, see you tomorrow, I guess."
"Yeah.. Thanks for... everything, Squall. For real." He opens the door, turns to me, kisses me on the cheek and leaves.
For several minutes I stand still, paralyzed, unable to move. What did he do that for? I close the door thinking, that maybe it was just his way of thanking me for support. Maybe he grew up in a very loving family where affection was shown all the time like that. Or maybe he-- Shut up Leonhart, he's not into you.
And more importantly, /you/ are not into /him/. You've got Seifer, who's a dream come true. Got it? Good. Then why are you still thinking 'bout that kiss?
I can't sleep, so I wander 'round Garden. Later, I find myself at the Quad. Seifer's sitting on a bench there, with a dozen cigarette butts by his feet. So he's been sitting here for quite a while, guess.
"Hey."
He raises his head and looks at me. "Good evening."
"What are you doing here at this hour?"
He shrugs and continues staring at the ground. "Just sitting. Thinking."
"'bout what?"
He shrugs again. "'bout things." He raises his head and looks into my eyes, his own green ones glowing weirdly in the red light of his cigarette. "'bout us."
"What.. what about us?"
"How much do you really care 'bout me... 'bout us?"
I turn to face him completely. "You mean the world to me, Seifer. I thought you knew that."
He snorts. "Funny. I thought I knew that too."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I met Laxell on my way back to Garden."
"Oh. And?"
He looks at me. "He told me he's really into you and he asked me do I think he'd have a chance."
"That doesn't mean I have to be interested in him."
"But you are."
"Who says that?"
He shrugs. "It's obvious."
"Seifer..." I rub my temples. "Don't do this.. please."
"I haven't done anything. It's you."
There's always something
In the way
There's always something
Getting through
But it's not me
It's you, it's you
(Switchfoot)