By: Southwest Eggroll
Chapter Four: A Little Intense
I can see it in your eyes, I entice you.
So come on shorty if you think you can roll,
With an iced out player ballin' out of control.
--- 'I Do' Toya
THE NEXT DAY, SEIFER WALKED into the Quad, slowly and twenty minutes late. He thought it was empty again, but Selphie appeared from behind the stage, looking peppy as ever. She smiled at him for a minute, then glared.
"You're late," she said.
Seifer stretched and yawned, "Sorry."
"Don't let it happen again." Her voice was stern but her face was not, so Seifer didn't take her seriously. He stretched his hands behind him.
"So what're we doin' today, Shorty?"
"Lapdog."
"Shorty."
"Lapdog!"
"Shorty."
"Lapdog. I could go on forever. Lapdog, again," Selphie replied, sticking out her tongue, but then putting it back in quickly.
Seifer chuckled. "I asked you a question- what're we doing today? If it's nothing important, I kind of have date-"
"It is important, so your precious date will have to wait. Hee, that rhymed." Seifer arched an eyebrow at her. She continued, "We have to finish the banner. It should've been done yesterday, but someone couldn't keep his salty hands to himself. Echie..."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's get started."
Together, they dragged the paints back into the main area of the Quad and started painting. They worked for a few minutes in silence. Every now and then, though, Selphie caught Seifer stealing glances at her. It was kind of strange being checked out, by Seifer of all people. It made her feel bare. After a while, she couldn't take it anymore. She stood up and went to get a fresh bucket of lime green paint. She got a bucket, opened it and carried it by the handle back to where they were working. When Seifer wasn't looking, she spilled a little on the floor in front of her and purposely stepped in it.
She walked over to Seifer, who was laying on his stomach on the ground, and set the bucket down next to him. She jumped onto his back and hopped over him.
"Ay...Watch it," he warned.
"Sorry," Selphie replied, going with her big, doe-eyed innocent look. When he focused on the banner again, Selphie smiled at the wonderful green footprint on Seifer's lower back. Meanwhile, Seifer was running out of red paint.
"I'm gonna go get the red-"
"I'll do it!" Selphie exclaimed, hopping up onto her feet. He glared Blizzagas at her, and she stepped over him, albeit with a mischevious smile. She grabbed the red paint bucket and, on her way back, purposely stepped in the green paint again. This time, Selphie made sure to step right on top of Seifer's bum.
"I told you to watch it!" he said.
"Sorry," Selphie said. She gave him the innocent look, and he painted again.
"IT'S DONE! IT'S DONE!" SELPHIE shouted. She was jumping up and down, her hands in the air and her heels nearly touching the backs of her thighs. "It's finally done, and if I ever see anymore paint, I'm going to die!"
"Really?" Seifer said. He flicked his wrist. There was a paint brush in his hand, and bright green paint flew Selphie's way. It landed on her chest and all over her yellow jumper. Her eyes went big and her jaw dropped.
"You're gonna pay for that!" she shouted, chunking a big red-tipped paint brush at him. Seifer blocked it with his arm, and it bounced off, falling with a big splat- right on top of their banner.
"Shit!"
"Ohmigosh-ohmigosh-ohmigosh!" Selphie cried. She ran to the banner and removed the paint brush. There were red spots everywhere. She was bouncing from one foot to the other. "You ruined it! You ruined it-"
"I ruined- what- Selphie, calm down! I- We can fix it, I think. We can just paint over it. Just- stop bouncing, for Hyne's sakes!" He grabbed a thin paint brush and expertly covered over one spot, then another, and another...Selphie looked at him. A slow smile rose to her face, and her eyes were going doe-like again. In a matter of seconds, she had hopped to Seifer and wrapped her arms around his chest.
"You saved it! ThankyousomuchyousaveditI'msohappyIcanbelieveyousavedit- muah! muah! muah!" She proceeded to plant large and completely unromantic kisses all over his chest. Seifer pushed at her shoulders in an effort to pry her off. She didn't move, just kept kissing.
"You're welcome Selphie. Stop," he said. She didn't. "Selphie, let go!" He grabbed her chin with his free hand. She looked up at him with a huge and grateful smile on her face.
"Stop."
"Oh. Teehee, sorry. Gotta little carried away..." her voice trailed off as she unlocked her grip from around Seifer. He was looking at her in the strangest of ways, almost like he was looking for something in her eyes. And he had oddest expression Selphie had ever seen on Seifer's face. It was not mocking or sarcastic, not even cocky...
Before Selphie knew what was happening, her eyes were sliding shut and she sensed Seifer leaning over her, coming closer. He's going to kiss me, isn't he? She stepped onto her tip-toes, and his hands were moving around her hips-
"Wooo!" Selphie exclaimed, moving away from Seifer before they made contact. She walked to her banner and looked it over. "It's finally done and it looks totally funktastic! I have to show somebody!" And with that, Selphie sped out of the Quad.
SELPHIE BREATHED AGAIN WHEN SHE was out of the Quad.
Geez...that was a little intense...He was going to kiss me. And his hands were- they were on my hips, and I was- QUISTY!
Quistis was coming around the corner, with a male student beside her. He was cute, Selphie thought, with dark brown hair, a nice looking tan and warm blue eyes. He smiled at her once he saw her, and Selphie liked him immediately.
"Quisty!" Selphie exclaimed, embracing the blonde in an enthusiastic hug. Quistis, though she looked overwhelmed, hugged back.
"Selphie, I was just looking for you. Um- well, I'd like to introduce Pilot Shaden. He expressed an interest in helping out with the Garden Festival. Pilot?"
"Er, yeah. I uh, saw the banners all over the walls?" he said- or, rather asked. His voice rose at the end of nearly everything he said. "It caught my eye, so I decided to come sign up?"
Selphie glomped him.
SEIFER WALKED OUT OF THE Quad, feeling strangely normal. He cleaned up some of the paint off the floor(were those green shoe prints he saw?) and moved the banner off to the side. As he walked out, he saw Selphie hanging all over some brown-haired punk. Seifer didn't know him, hadn't seen him before, but he already didn't like him.
"Hey Seifer! Guess what?" Selphie asked. She didn't wait for an answer. "Pilot's gonna help us out! He's gonna work with us on the Festival! Isn't that wonderful?"
Glaring as best he could at Pilot, Seifer replied lamely, "Thrilling."
Somehow, he wasn't so happy about it.
THAT AFTERNOON, PILOT REPORTED TO the Quad. Selphie and Seifer were already there, arguing over where the lights should be placed. Selphie wanted them up high, because it created a dramatic effect. Seifer claimed it would take too much extra work, and they should be left on the bottom edge of the stage.
"Look- this is my Garden Festival, I'm in charge, and I say the lights go up there!"
Seifer was in Selphie's face. "I won't do it. It's too much work-"
"Too much work? Puh-lease, you're just being lazy-"
"What's going on here?" Pilot asked, stepping next to Selphie.
"Seifer's being lazy. He doesn't want to hook the lights up on top."
"It's the same thing, Shorty! Putting them on top is just more work."
"If you're busy, Seif'," Pilot said, "I would be glad to hang the lights."
Seifer glared. Did that punk just call me 'Seif?' He looked at Selphie. She was looking at Pilot like he was some kind of savior or something. She looked like she was going to pounce on Pilot any minute. Oh, she did.
Encircling Pilot's neck with her arms, Selphie bounced up and down. "Really? You'd do that?" Pilot flashed her an award winning smile, and she squealed and let go of him. She turned to Seifer, whose teeth were clenched.
"The lights are going up," she said.
SELPHIE WAS SITTING INNOCENTLY IN her dorm, being the perfect angel, when a very ticked off person started banging on her dorm door. She nearly fell out of the chair when the banging started, because she was so startled. She got up, wondering who sunk this guy's boat... She opened the door, somewhat cautiously.
Seifer was standing there, leaning on the inside of her door with his right arm behind him. His eyebrow was arched, and his teeth were clenched, and he was practically emanating fury. Selphie stepped back a few steps. There was something really, really different about Seifer. Hair was the same, eyes were the same- the trench coat! He was dressed in a white shirt and black slacks, but he wasn't wearing his trench coat. Selphie was surprised. She thought he might literally fall apart without it on...It kind of...held him together.
"Hello, Selphie," he said with a bite to his tone.
"Heya Seifer. What's up?" she asked cheerily.
"Oh, nothing. I was just hanging around with a few of my friends. One of them was kind enough to point- this- out to me." He lifted up his right arm, and his trench coat was held in his hand. He twisted it so Selphie could see the bright green footprints on the back of it. Selphie feigned innocence.
"Gee Seifer, what did you sit in?" she asked, inspecting the stains. "Looks kind of like a park bench, but-"
"Or maybe a shoe."
"Or...maybe a shoe...Someone kick you in the bum lately?"
"No. Not recently."
"Oh yeah, I forgot, that was only when you were the Sorceress' Knight."
Seifer snarled, "What the hell-"
"Seifer, I've got stuff to do, so c'ya later!" She shut the door in his face, put her back to it and slid down, giggling insanely the whole time. Seifer banged his head lightly against the door, and then slammed his fist into it.
"I'll get you back for this, Messenger Girl!" he promised from the other side.
Haha, now Seifer's got competition! I've already got the next chapter written out, but I want to post slowly : ). I'm evil like that. Anyways, thanks to all the people who reviewed! The next chapter is called 'Sir Casanova', and it's going to be extremely sex-charged(though there won't be any actual sex, just a lot of talk about it). If that kinda thing offends you then...I guess this story isn't for you, because Seifer is a Sex God in my mind, and I'm probably always gonna write him like that. What do you guys think of Pilot? I think he's cute...I kind of imagine him as a blue eyed Josh Hartnett, pretty foxy if you ask me. But I still think Seifer's better looking ^_~* Just so you guys know, there IS going to be a plot to this...It's developing slower than I thought it wuld ^_^;;...When I planned this story out, it was only eight chapters long including an epilogue. I think it's going to be around eleven or twelve, though. I didn't want to drag it out....OH WELLS!
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