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Ah yes…the third chapter. Thanks for all the reviews…Oh, and sorry this took so long. Hopefully, now that school is over (THANK GOD!), I'll be able to finish this. If not, well…

The Movie in My Mind by Ai have a boring life

Chapter the Third

The Heat is On in Balamb

Part One: The Street of Lonely Dreamers

In the small city of Balamb, there stood an empty street. For many years, people had come there to stare up at the sky and dream. It was one of the many landmarks of Balamb. They called it the street of Lonely Dreamers...

At the corner of a street stood a young man of about seventeen summers, staring up at the sky, oblivious to the goings on around him. He had brown hair that fell down in waves about his flawless face, covering his icy grey eyes. He wore a white uniform, gold trim lining his shoulders. Who was this man? He was Squall Leonhart-Loire, commander of the White SeeDs of Esthar and the son of the Raine and Laguna Loire, the former President of Esthar.

He was not really what you would call a social person; he usually stayed away from big crowds and people. It had been like that ever since his father and mother had been assassinated by the Galbadian troops in an attempt to overthrow the Estharian Continent. That was the true start of the war. Estharians were angered at the death of the well-loved president and wanted revenge. Of course, they had elected their new leader—a kind old man named Cid Kramer who was well-associated with the Loire family. It was he who appointed Squall as the commander of Esthar Academy's White SeeDs. Squall sighed as he remembered the day he was asked to lead the troops.

"Squall, as you know, your father was a well-loved leader in Esthar," Cid spoke solemnly as he looked over to the unruly seventeen-year-old boy he considered as a son.

"Yes sir, But—"

"Ah, yes. You wanted to know what all this had to do with you?"

"Yes sir."

"Well you see, Squall, you were the original choice for the Presidency."

"Me? But why?" Squall was shocked. Him? To lead Esthar? He couldn't! No, that was his father's job….but, his father was dead.

"You are your father's son, and you take up after him. You were born a leader."

That was a laugh. "I am not a people person. I-I don't work well with others. Do you know me at all, Uncle?"

"Squall, you are not yet ready. You must be trained in leading Esthar to its prime! This is why I've decided to put you in charge of the occupation in Balamb. We must prepare you for your leadership."

"No. You can't be serious. Putting me in charge of YOUR White SeeDs?" Squall asked, surprised that the man who had founded Garden was putting him in charge of one of the most powerful armed forces in the world.

"Trust me, Squall. It's not as hard as it seems."


"Squall! Hey! Hey, Commander!"

A voice calling out in the distance broke Squall out of his reverie. He turned around to see who it was. Irvine Kinneas, one of the cadets in his care, was standing by a lamp post, breathing hardly.

"Where were you? We've been looking everywhere, Commander!"

"I've been around," said Squall, looking rather annoyed at being bothered. He wanted to be alone.

"Oh….I see. Hey look, me and the guys were wondering if you wanted to go out with us tonight. You know, seeing as the war's almost over and…" he trailed off, waiting for Squall's reply.

"No, that's alright. You guys go ahead and have fun. If you need me, I'll be at the Embassy."

"Come on, man! Let loose, have some fun!"

"No." He could go on saying that all night.

"Please?'

"No."

"PLEASE?"

"No."

"You know, Squall, we could go on doing this all night," Irvine said, ready to give up.

"I know, but I'm still saying no."

"Oh, come on! I know you don't want to, but the guys are counting on me to drag you out there! So please would you?"

"No."

Irvine threw his hands up. "Okay, I give up!"

"Okay, let's go. You were getting annoying anyways," Squall said laughingly, looking at the defeated expression on Irvine's face as it turned into surprise.

"Squall, you are so fickle-minded sometimes."

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Part Two: The Building of Not-So-Lonely Dreamers

The heat is on in Saigon,

The girls are hotter'n Hell,

On of these slits here will be Miss Saigon,

God the tension is high, not to mention the smell!

Squall was fuming. He could not believe he had just let someone bully him, or rather, annoy him into coming with "the guys" to a whore house. A WHORE HOUSE! Of all places to go to, it had to be a whorehouse!

"Oh man, Squall. Look at all of these beautiful women! Hyne, I think I'm in Heaven!"

"Whatever…"

Squall walked away, determined to escape from the hellish place he was in. Unfortunately, Irvine had followed him.

"Hey! Get your ass back in there! Come on, Squall! Loosen up a bit, would ya? Quit bein' serious for once!"

"I don't need some on lecturing me on how I act. This is how I am."

"No it isn't. The old you wouldn't act this way. He'd hang out with us, do things with us. Hey, be yourself for once!"

"That was before the war, Irvine. Back when everything was alright. Things change, Irvine."

"Hey look, I'm sorry for bringing this up…You can leave now, if you want."

"Just…just…I don't know! Go away!"

"Go away? Well guess what, Squall? I ain't leaving. I've had it with the way you've been acting. Before this night is through, I'm buying you a girl." You seriously need to get yourself laid, he thought to himself.

"If you're thinking a girl will change me, you thought wrong."

With that, he walked off to a dark corner in the room.

Okay. That's all for now. I'm too tired of typing. Sooooo….I'M SORRY! Don't kill me!

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