A/N: Phew, okay i'm back. Thanks goes to all reviewers! EEk, i start college tomorrow and i'm really nervous, wish me luck! Any who, heres what you want, so i'll quit stalling. .

"The key is to get to know people and trust them to be who they are. Instead, we trust people to be who we want them to be - and when they're not, we cry."

Selphie hid her face behind her hands as she spotted Irvine walking past her. A few moments later, a flustered looking Zell emerged out of the restroom.

"Zell!" She motioned for him to come over.

"Heey Sef!" Zell embraced her in a drunken hug, while she just sat there and took it.

"Er, hi to you too. I wish you weren't drunk, I could do with someone sober to talk to right now," she said wistfully, looking around at the various party goers with cocktails or shots or bottles of beer in their hands.

"You can tarrk too mee!" Zell slurred a bit, placing his hand in hers.

"Thanks Zell, but, maybe some other time. Like when you're not mashed."

Selphie wasn't annoyed at him. She understood that Zell couldn't be there all the time, and after all, it was in his nature to go out, have fun, get drunk and get laid.

"Jus' ran into that jerk cowboy. Ha."

Selphies head shot up at the mention of Irvine.

"Is he okay?"

"Oohh, yep. Jus' fine. Looked a bit downtrodden' after I told him 'bout you."

Selphies heart began to pound in her chest and she silently prayed that Zell hadn't told Irvine what she thought he had.

"Zell . . . w-what did you tell-,"

Interrupting her rudely he answered, "I jus' told him that you're like, uber depresso, and that you cut you're arm coz o' him."

Selphie cradled her head in her hands again, "No, no, no, no, no. Zell? How could you??"

Zell must've had some wits about him still, because his face suddenly became a lot more serious as the realisation hit home of what he'd done. He'd broken their promise. The promise of him not telling anyone about Selphies problems.

"Uhh, Sellphieee, I'm-,"

This time, she was the one to do the interrupting, "No, don't bother Zell. You're drunk and I don't wanna talk to you right now."

Getting up, she ran past Zell, not bothering to look twice at the people who she pushed past to get to the exit.

Once outside, the cool night breeze blew around her body, flapping her dress and bringing tendrils of hair about her face, refreshing her fogged up mind.

The air smelt of the ocean nearby and of the seaweed lapped up onto the docks by incoming ships. It reminded Selphie of her childhood days by the lighthouse, leaving her to remember how carefree and fearless she could be as a child.

Feeling sad, she began to walk down to the dock, where she sat on the edge and stared out to sea.

It was the ideal place to think; tranquil and away from the crowds of people.

Occasionally, the sea breeze would catch droplets of water from a wave far off and carry them to shore, ending their journey delicately on Selphies ivory skin.

She wasn't really angry at Zell. He was a great friend and had been there to talk to when she needed him, and secretly, deep down, there was a part of her that wanted him to tell Irvine anyway.

Selphie looked down at the water frothing and making domes of white bubbles as it hit the side of the dock. Sighing, she realised it was getting quite cold out, and she had two options; going back into the smoke filled, garishly lit noisy club, OR going back to her silent, empty dorm room alone.

While pondering to herself, she heard the clacking footsteps of someone's shoes on the cobbled street behind her.

Selphie didn't think much of it, too wrapped up in thinking about her options, until those anonymous footsteps came and sat down beside her, about a foot away and dangled their legs off the dock in the same fashion.

She recognised the shoes as being the same as Irvines.

'Huh, someone's obviously got the same fashion sense as him . . . Wait a minute . . .'

Selphie brought her head up slowly and turned to the right, only to be confronted with Irvine looking at her, the moonlight catching in his eyes and giving them an adorable shimmer.

'Don't do this. You've gotta get over him. Do not, what ever you do, stare into those eyes for longer than a second or you'll be hooked again.'

She turned away, knowing she was addicted to him anyway and had been for a long time.

Willing herself to get up and get away from him before she did something dumb, she stood up on wobbly legs and went to walk back to the club.

'Looks like option number two is out of the window.'

However, before she could walk away, Irvine said softly, "Sit."

He had such a gentle persuasiveness in his voice that Selphie found herself turning her body back around and sitting back down the way she was before.

Irvine got a packet of cigarettes out of his coat pocket and lit one up.

Without thinking, Selphie asked quietly, "Since when have you smoked?"

"Since when have you been depressed?" Irvine replied, taking a drag on his cigarette and blowing the white smoke up into the air.

Selphie began to fidget with strands of her chestnut hair.

"Do I make you nervous?" Irvine asked, looking at her intently.

'Why is he even talking to me? What a creep.'

"Shouldn't you be with plastic Celia?"

Irvine didn't reply but flicked his cigarette end into the sea, watching its embers fizzle out.

"So, what's the deal with Sefie goin' crazy on me?"

"I didn't go crazy, idiot. Look, why are you even bothering? You can't just be horrible to me for ages and then suddenly come sauntering over and think everything's back to normal."

"Wasn't thinking anything of the sort. You look nice by the way, that dress really accentuates your curves."

Selphie felt herself blush and forced down a girlish giggle that was on its way up.

"I saw that leaflet goin' about. Do you really give Zell hand-jo-,"

She interrupted him before getting embarrassed, "NO! None of that crap was true. I know who did that as well. It was you're fuck buddy Celia."

Irvine laughed but didn't deny it.

"I'm not out here to be laughed at. I came out here to get away from people like you."

"Sheesh Sefie, you've changed."

"I wonder why." She muttered sarcastically.

"Why are you so damn bitter? It's not as if we were dating."

Selphie stared at him wither mouth open in disgust. Did he fail to remember how close they had been?

"That's not the point. We were friends! BEST friends! And you threw me to the curb like a piece of old trash! What's with that, huh?"

Selphie could feel the anger growing inside her like a ball of fire and she knew she'd only make things worse by shouting and screaming, but she couldn't seem to stop herself.

"And what's worse is that you traded me in for Celia and her crew. Have you even looked at her? She doesn't even have a nice personality. In Fact she has no personality. How could you be so utterly brain-dead and stupid? I mean I know half of the time you were probably thinking with your dick like you always used to, but that's no excuse for treating me like a bit of shit on the bottom of your shoe!"

Irvine was a little taken a-back by this outburst from her. He'd never seen her angry, and frankly, it was rather scary.

"Look, just calm down, okay?!" Irvine stood up and stretched, about to walk back to the club.

Selphie also got up and walked over until she was in front of him and blocking his escape.

"You can't run away this time. Did you even stop for one moment to think how I felt? You didn't even give me a reason for going off like you did. You just left me hanging. Then I had to deal with being picked on and beaten unconscious by those tarts, and for what reason? I can't believe you've been such a dick to me."

Irvine towered over Selphie, looking down at the angry brunette.

"Look, why don't you just go snuggle up to Zell. You're good at that."

For a few seconds, Selphie was submissive and watched Irvine walked towards the club again, but then her mind clicked into gear and she ran in front of him.

"What's that suppose to mean?? Zell's my friend, and yours in case I have to remind you, and plus, who the hell was I suppose to turn to? It used to be you, but, you know, you were too wrapped up in the bed sheets with Celia, Nichi and Amber to even bother."

Irvine flicked his hat up to see more of Selphie.

"Well, it's what they're good at, so why not take advantage of it? You can join me next time. . Ha haha."

"You big jerk!!! Why are you being like this? Where's the old Irvine gone?? I know this isn't you!!" Selphie felt tears pricking at her eyes, and as determined as she was not to let her sadness show, this was another emotion she couldn't stop from coming out.

The club doors swung open. It was Zell. He'd sobered up somewhat now, due to searching and worrying about Selphie. He spotted the two a few feet away from the door, near the dock and stopped for a few moments. Zell realised Selphie was crying and immediately walked over, glowering at Irvine.

Irvine smirked and said to Selphie, "Here comes your hero now, Sefie. Make sure you reward him later on tonight." He winked at her and turned to face Zell, who was now a couple of steps away.

"Hey Zell, just catching some sea air. Bumped into your lil' lady out here."

Zell didn't even acknowledge Irvines presence even though he seemed to be talking to him. He was more concerned for his friend, who was bawling her eyes out and looking distraught. Zell took Selphie into a hug and wiped her eyes with his hands.

"Sshhh, don't cry."

Irvine felt a bit jealous at watching this scene, and guilty again for making her cry, but he didn't show it.

"Aw, such a tender moment." He mocked.

Zell stopped hugging Selphie and turned around to face Irvine.

"Get bent cowboy."

"Zell, don't jeopardise our friendship over silly little girls."

Zell bared his teeth and spat, "She's not a 'silly little girl' She's my best friend, and on top of that she's talented, beautiful and intelligent, which is more than I can say for that conniving bitch Celia."

"Sounds like you're pretty hot on Sefie. Why don't you have her if you're so concerned?"

Zell was lost for words. He didn't think of Selphie in that way at all.

Irvine smirked and added, "Go on man, go back to you're dorm and have it off like rabbits."

Selphie spoke up, drying her wet eyes, "Why is everything about sex with you? Zell and I are friends!"

"Yep, right. You complain about me with a brain-dead blonde, but you've got one yourself! Ha!"

This was the last straw for Zell.

Selphies reaction was too slow to stop the small fuming blonde from launching himself in a blur at Irvine, letting out a guttural growl that sent shivers down her spine . . . .