The Delinquent

I am not the owner of final fantasy 8 or anything else mentioned in this story with copyright on it. Y'know I'm really sick of writing this so I'm not going to anymore, lets just not and say I did!

Lucas sat pensively in his hotel sweet, his mind a flurry with thoughts and ideas. He needed to help Rinoa, she was being dragged into this world that she was suited for. He couldn't let her go; she was too much to him.

He glanced over at Marcia who lay on her bed watching TV. She'd become quite reclusive since the fall out with Rinoa. Rinoa was her best friend and she'd lost her. Lucas didn't understand why Marcia didn't just go see Rinoa, it wasn't as if Marcia had done anything wrong but neither had he! All he'd done was love her and apparently that was a bad thing.

"I can't take this." Lucas stated calmly.

Marcia didn't reply, she just idly continued flipping through the various channels.

"Did you hear me?"

"I heard you, Lucas. You're going to have to get over it." Marcia declared.

"I won't!" Lucas shouted. "She doesn't understand!"

Marcia rolled her eyes; this had been their argument for the past week. They'd talked about it so much that Marcia was beginning to think that Lucas was losing it.

"Well then make her!" Marcia exclaimed.

Lucas thought the words over; he knew that she wouldn't listen to him if he tried to talk again. He was too passionate about it and her nonchalance about the whole thing made him angry.

A small smile began to trace his lips, he had a plan.

Rinoa opened the door to Squall's house, loving the relaxed atmosphere that his house had. It was a completely different environment at Squall's house.

"Morning, Rin." Laguna said cheerfully from the kitchen.

Today was Sunday and as per usual she'd made her way over to Squall's house to watch cartoons in there pyjama's. It was the ritual and she wasn't going to break tradition.

Squall's family had become quite accustomed to it, every Sunday at about eight o clock Rinoa would turn up.

Today's P.j's consisted of a pair of cream boxer shorts and a white sleeveless t-shirt. She wasn't uncomfortable wearing so little in front of any of the Loire residence; they were more than used to it. Rinoa was sure that women wearing much sluttier attire had exited from Squall's bedroom. His conquests were legendary after all.

"Good Morning, Laguna, how was your Saturday night?" Rinoa enquired as she tip toed on the cold kitchen tiles.

"Not half as exciting as it used to be…" Laguna said wistfully.

Rinoa chuckled and excused herself, making her way quietly up the stairs. Squall was never awake when she turned up, only if he'd been woken up already by Laguna but by the looks of it that hadn't happened yet.

The door creaked loudly and Rinoa winced, the sound was a lot noisier when you were trying to be quiet.

Rinoa shivered when she entered the room, Squall always left his bedroom window open during the night. The whole house was toasty warm except for his one room.

She sneaked towards his bed, giggling to herself as his warped position. One arm was behind his head while the other spread across his double bed. His blankets were down by his waist, giving Rinoa ample view of his beautifully sculptured body. She remembered Lucas's words about Squall being "pasty" and smirked. He was sooooo not pasty, a little pale maybe but not as far as pasty.

She creeped under the covers and stared at his face, waiting for his otherworldly senses to kick in and realise that someone was watching him.

Lucky for Rinoa, Squall didn't have a protective pet like she did.

His eyes slowly opened and he blinked a few times before he realised it was Rinoa in his bed. He loved waking up to her.

"Hey." He said groggily.

"Morning," Rinoa whispered back.

"What time is it?" Squall enquired.

"'Bout eight."

"Go back to sleep." Squall moaned.

He buried his head under one of his many pillows, wrapping an arm around Rinoa as he did so. Neither of them was really sure if he'd done it on purpose or not but the affection wasn't something that either was going to complain about.

"C'mon dickhead! We've got cartoons to watch!" Rinoa declared.

Squall groaned, quite content to just go back to sleep with Rinoa in his arms, it felt so… right.

Rinoa bounced out of bed and switched his television on then quickly dived back in. It was much nicer to have Squall's body heat to keep her warm.

"Why do you do this to me?" Squall asked, fluffing up his pillow as he did so.

"Oh you love it!" Rinoa exclaimed.

Rinoa perked a couple of pillows herself; giving herself a little bit of leverage so she could see the TV better. Currently occupying the screen was Teen Titans, one of Rinoa's personal favourites.

She wouldn't consider herself a cartoon freak it was just that after weeks and weeks of the same ritual over and over again after awhile you do choose favourites.

She groaned, as per usual it was a repeat. She'd only seen the show about five fucking times and they still managed to put a repeat on. Surely little kids were more perceptive than this?

"Another fucking repeat." Squall moaned.

"How do you manage to be so hostile in the morning?" Rinoa enquired.

"How do you manage to be so positive?" Squall retorted.

Rinoa hated people doing that, answering a question with a question. Lucas did it all the time and it reminded her of him. She didn't want Squall to remind her of Lucas in any way shape or form. They were completely different people.

Rinoa shrugged, not wanting to answer his question anyway. It wasn't like he answered hers.

Squall didn't seem to be looking for an answer anyway; he was too wrapped up in the television. It was surprising how intrigued he got by it, admittedly he could only really concentrate on one thing at a time.

Rinoa was actually shocked that he hadn't mentioned Lucas yet; she had expected him to give her the twenty questions about the whole thing.

Just when Rinoa thought she was out of the woods about the whole thing Squall popped the big question. No not that question!

"So what'd Lucas want?" Squall asked offhandedly.

Rinoa winced; she really didn't want to discuss this with all people Squall. She had to tread very lightly on this subject; the wrong comment could turn it into an argument.

"Just to talk…"

"About…"

"Us, well me and him." Rinoa replied casually.

"To which you replied…"

"That there was no me and him." Rinoa stated.

Squall grinned, more than satisfied with the answer. He was glad that she hadn't decided to take him back, if she had then that would be the end of any chances they had. Not that he was admitting there was anything going on between them.

"It was strange, the whole time he was talking… I couldn't stop thinking… thinking about you."

Squall's eyes widened and he kept his mouth firmly shut. He didn't really know what to say. With any other chick he might've said something suave but this wasn't just some chick… this was Rinoa.

"I dunno; it's stupid. Just forget it."

"Do you really think that? Wanna forget I mean." Squall burst out.

Rinoa paused; she didn't want to forget it. The words had came out of her mouth before she had time to think about them and now that they were out in the open she knew that neither she nor he could really just overlook the fact that she said it.

She shook her head, not really sure if she wanted to say anything again. Who knows where her words might take her if she did.

Squall stared hard at the wall; he didn't want to look at her. If he did then it would ruin everything. He loved the bond he already had with Rinoa and any kind of relationship might spoil that.

There was no other way either, he couldn't just have a one-nighter with her. That was just asking for a complete and utter split within his group. He knew that Seifer and Irvine would take his side, possibly even Zell but it was more than obvious that Quistis and Selphie would hate him for it.

He felt something cold touch the side of his face and turned to see Rinoa smiling at him angelically. He couldn't take it anymore; he couldn't deny to himself anymore what he knew that he felt. He couldn't call it love, he didn't know what that felt like so how was he to know when he as in it?

"Rinoa I-"

He was silence when her face started to approach his own. He wouldn't admit it to anyone on earth, not even her, but he felt butterflies in his stomach. He knew what was coming; she was going to kiss him. He wasn't stopping her either.

There faces, inches from each other. Rinoa could feel his warm breath on her lips and was aching to just close the gap. She wasn't really one for making the first move but in this instance she knew that it had to be done.

Then in a moment that could only be described as pure ecstasy the space was filled. Filled with an exquisite kiss that Rinoa had waited for from the first day she'd set eyes upon him.

All the awkward moments and lingering glances had led up to this moment. All there fights and there fun, all there tears and there laughs all culminated together to create this perfect kiss.

Rinoa felt Squall's hand on her thigh and she wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand streaking through his hair while the other lay dormant on his shoulders. Just when things were beginning to get interesting Rinoa heard the familiar creak of Squall's door.

She pushed Squall off her violently but it was too late.

Squall groaned loudly when he heard his father giggle. Of all the people that could've walked in at that moment he would've been the worst.

"Is this a bad time?" Laguna chuckled.

Rinoa felt absolutely mortified, they'd been snapped out sharing spit by Squall's father. He may not have been like most fathers but at the end of the day he still was.

Squall just glared at Laguna, watching him laughing to himself as he set down the two bowls of cereal on his bedside table. Squall had forgotten all about Laguna's ritual of bringing up their breakfast. If he had remembered he might've talked to her for a bit longer, maybe left the serious conversations till after he'd come up. It couldn't be changed now though could it?

"I'll just leave you kids to it." Laguna joked as he closed the door.

Squall looked over at Rinoa, who took one look at his face and burst out laughing. He soon found himself sniggering, not something that he would usually do when snapped out making out with some girl in his bed. But this wasn't just some girl to him, it was Rinoa.

Bout an hour later

Rinoa strolled over to her home, a dull smile on her lips. It was made even better by the fact that Caraway wasn't home.

"Could this day get any better?" Rinoa said aloud.

She was floating on cloud 9 and nothing could ruin this feeling.

"Angelo!" She called out.

She'd forgotten to feed her dog this morning so now was the opportune time.

Surprisingly he didn't come to her call. Angelo was one of the most obedient and protective animals Rinoa had ever known and for him to not come when she called him meant something was wrong.

"Angelo…" she called again.

She glanced out the kitchen window and sighed loudly when she saw Angelo tied up in the backyard. Caraway must've taken him outside when he left.

She reached into the fridge and pulled out Angelo's dog roll. Before she had time to cut the desired amount she heard a voice behind her.

"Hello my love." Lucas whispered.

This chapters shorter than you may have become accustomed to but I didn't really want to continue from there.

I was going to wait at least another day before putting this one up but if I don't do it now then I'll forget.

I though this chapter was pretty weak really, I wanted the long awaited kiss to be a little more dramatic but fuck it. Originally I was going to kill the dog as well but I love dogs way too much for that.

Well I'm off, what'd ya think?