Even though I'm a Zelphie fan, I do somewhat understand the Selvine thing. And I've found that the number of Selvine supporters outweigh the number of Zelphie supporters. So the decision's not really biased either way. Not even I know who she's going to pick. So you'll just have to see and find out who gets the Selphie and who's left with the Quistis. (shiver) It's turning my hair white just thinking about it. And for anyone who might think this is a little familiar, I posted the first and second chapters of this story awhile back but I was posting it as I wrote it and I kind of got a block so I cut the story. Now I finish my stories before I post them... live and learn, I guess. Also on another note, the night I put the finishing touches on the lastchapter I was tired and it was really late and when you upload thesechapters onto the document manager sometimes the words scrunch together. I already went through and fixed all that in Chapter 1, and I'll try to watch out for them in Chapter 2, just so you know. Well, that's it. Enjoy!

Chapter 2- Squall

"Steve!" Zell called over the phone. "Steve! The connection on this thing sucks."

He heard his foster father talking as the static lowered. "I'd rather you still call me Dad, Zell. What do you need?"

"Um, I was hoping to go to the dance next Friday with Selphie, but she wants to go with Squall instead. What should I do?"

"Isn't Squall going with Rinoa?" Steve hollered over the phone.

"They got in a fight and they're not going with the other," he answered. "What do I do?"

"Hope she changes her mind."

"What?"

"You can't keep Selphie from going with Squall."

Zell sighed. "All right/Steve/. I'll see ya around, I guess."

"Bye, Zell."

"Tell Lisa-I mean, Mom, I said hi." Click.

Zell put down the cordless and sighed. "What I need to do," he said out loud, "is something nearly impossible. Making Squall jealous. If he even says yes."

Irvine crumpled up another piece of paper and threw it into the wastepaper basket. He took another clean sheet and began sketching again, but in disgust crumpled that one as well.

He had been attempting a plan to hurt Squall somehow. Not badly, but enough to make him miss the dance. "If I dropped the rock from the roof-no, that wouldn't work. Over here I could put a trip wire there, but someone else might trip over it." He thought, these people are into forensics so much that they could make a CSI: Balamb Garden! Better than CSI: Miami. Not as good as CSI, but close. He ripped up the sketch of Squall lying on the ground in the Training Center with a twisted ankle and a facial expression that he meant to look like pain but looked like constipation and got up. "Maybe I could try something else. I could try to get Squall and Rinoa back together again! Yes, that's it." He smirked to himself. Sefie is as good as mine, he thought with triumph. And then I could break his ankle if it doesn't work.

Selphie knew he would be here. In the Training Center. He's spent half his day here ever since he and Rinoa got into that fight. What was it about again? Oh, yeah. Rinoa got mad because Squall had so many belts that it took 10 minutes for him to get naked. He didn't want to take off those belts. One thing led to another, and Rinoa had burst out of the room, yelling about him being selfish.

She found him in the secret place. He always went there at night. She saw him making out with the library girl. "SQUALL!"

"Selphie! It's not what it looks like!"

"Yes it is, Squall," the library girl said jovially.

"You're kissing the library girl /and she's drunk!"

Squall got up. "Selphie, you don't understand! It's been so hard on me that Rinoa thinks I'm selfish, it just kinda-happened. I'm under a lot of stress. What would you do if Irvine yelled at you and thought you were thoughtless?"

"I don't like Irvine, I like-I like Zell, or maybe I do like Irvine. Or Zell. I don't know!"

"You three have a love triangle," Squall said knowledgeably.

"We do?"

"Yes," Squall replied, ignoring the library girl stripping behind Selphie. "They love you."

"They do?"

"Yes, both of them. I can tell. The way they look at you, they way they talk to you. They're crazy about you. But their kind of love-" Squall began staring at the library girl's rack as she exotically danced around.

Selphie snapped her fingers in his face. "Snap out of it!"

"Oh, sorry. Their kind of love is so great that they'll hurt anyone standing in their way. That includes the other."

"You mean they might get in a fight?"

"That's exactly what I mean. So don't pick either one. Pick someone that they think you're happy with until they cool down a bit."

"Well, that's kinda why I came here. I wanted to ask you to come."

"Me?" Squall looked at her quizzically. "Why me?"

"Because you're the strong, quiet type, I guess. Actually, when you think about it, this is good because they think I'm happy with you and Rinoa might get jealous and apologize." She turned around. "Get out of here tramp!" she said to the library girl.

"You actually thought up a good idea, Selphie," Squall said, smiling. "There's something you don't see every day."

"Let's try it."

Knock. Knock. Rinoa's voice rang, "Squall, I said go away, you self ritchious piece of-" she opened the door. "Oh, hi Zell! What brings you here?"

It came out in a slurred rant. "Doyuwannagotodadancewimme?"

"Come again?"

"Do you want to go to the dance with me?"

Rinoa shifted her weight a little. "Um, I don't know, don't you wanna go with Irvine?"

"What, you think I'm-"

"I mean, Selphie. Selphie! Don't you wanna go with Selphie?"

"Yeah, but she's going with Squall."

"Squall!" she was outraged. "We had a little fight and he's going with /Selphie!"

"Well, he thinks you think he's selfish."

"He /is/ selfish!"

"Example?"

Rinoa looked around a bit, seemingly thinking intensely. "His belts. He won't get rid of them."

"Well, he likes them! Don't you think /you're/ being selfish!"

"I'm not selfish," she said stubbornly. "I just think that he should put them away."

"Well, he doesn't want to. You're being just as selfish as he is. Probably more! How intense was your fight?"

"He didn't yell very much-"

"Exactly! He doesn't want to hurt you, he just likes the belt. How much were /you/ yelling?"

"I-" she looked a bit guilty. "I almost lost my voice."

"That's right. He's sorry and he needs more than 2 seconds to apologize."

"Really?"

"I don't know, I just made it up."

"Well, do you think I should apologize?"

"By all means, please."

"Thank you Zell!" she said smiling. She kissed him on the cheek. "Bye!"

She ran out. Zell saw a G-string on her bed. He went towards it.

"And don't touch my G-string!" she called back. Zell sighed and closed her door. "This is better than making Squall jealous," he said to himself with satisfaction. "Now they'll make up before the day's over."

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