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TerrisMoon
Seifer sat amongst the blooming marigolds, enjoying the warmth of the sun, he felt the soft tickling of grass as it brushed against his fingers, and then 'messenger girl' came and broke his peace—shattering it like how you'd shatter a mirror. He glared at her, although he secretly enjoyed having her sit and babble on about nonsense near him. He'd never admit it though.
"Hey Squally, come join us!" however, it was when the messenger girl had decided to let Squall join the party, that Seifer rolled his cerulean eyes. His gaze softened as the messenger girl or Selphie, as she was known to the rest of her peers, caught his look of disdain. She made no snooty remark however, and chose to place her hand atop of his to which he made no protest.
"Hmmph" that inaudible, barely literate word (actually it sounded like some badly invented onomatopoeia) obviously meant that Squall had sat down next to Selphie and he'd noticed Seifer as well. Seifer was his hated enemy and vice versa, they just detested each other's presence ever since they'd been able to crawl. Selphie knew that, so it was automatically assumed that she'd planned this…for some unknown reason.
"Um, Selphie?" Squall called to the young girl who'd been babbling away about her plans for another fundraiser, Selphie, who clearly hated to be interrupted in the middle of her monologues, turned around and huffed impatiently.
"Yes"
"Rinoa wants me, I'm going to go now" the brown-haired SEED member admitted, a raven-haired girl clad in a soft blue dress waved over to him from the towering building that was their academy.
"Oh, o.k. tell her to come to our fundraiser then" Selphie squeaked as she beamed over to the raven-haired girl who smiled back and waved cheerfully. Seifer whistled idly to himself, it was lunch break and even though he was awfully hungry he'd ditched the cafeteria in favor of a light packed lunch.
Opening the paper bag, he took out the remains of a half-eaten bologna sandwich, next was a blue thermos that contained chilled lemonade which was appropriate for the hot weather. He poured out the sweet, cold, sunflower-yellow liquid into two glasses; one of them was handed to the bouncy girl who gratefully accepted it. Selphie downed the whole contents of the glass, burping and then wiping the side of her mouth with the back of her hand.
"I gotta show you something, Seify" Selphie said after she'd stolen a piece of the sandwich from Seifer as the blonde had been relishing the taste of a freshly picked and sliced apple he'd also packed.
"Wha issit?" Seifer asked apple pieces were still in his mouth, when Selphie gave him a puzzled expression; he swallowed then restated his question.
"What is it?"
"You'll see close your eyes" Selphie ordered, the blonde was unsure about this; he knew Selphie could be tricky and just downright odd at times. These were one of these times, and he hated it.
"Fine, but messenger girl if you try to kill me, I will know and I will kill you, understand?" he threatened, he wasn't about to take any chances with the perky brunette.
"Oh Seify, don't worry I won't hurt you" she promised with a softened expression on her usually delicate features. Seifer closed his eyes and Selphie fished in her skirt pockets, finally smiling triumphantly as she pulled out her secret item. She placed the item in her friend's hand and sat back down, brushing dirt off of her summery skirt.
"Okie-dokie, now take a look" she ordered, apparently amused that Seifer was taking orders from her, when she'd usually feel intimidated by his booming voice and overpowering ego.
"Whatev…" Seifer's breath caught in his throat and he stared at the yellowed photo in his hand. He sucked in air, amazed that after all these years Selphie had kept the picture.
"This was under that mistletoe in the middle of December, how old were we then?" Seifer asked a smiling Selphie, the girl shifted uncomfortably so that she now sat dangerously close to him.
The photo in question showed two kids—one was a girlwith short brown hair that was in pigtails and another who appeared to be a young boy with golden-blonde hair. The girl was tip-toeing as the boy kissed her softly, and snow seemed to have fallen around the angelic young couple. They seemed to be standing under an ancient archway with a mistletoe dangling perilously from it.
"Maybe around seven or eight…you dragged me under there, and you apologized for…" Selphie was cut off.
"I'd thrown a snowball at you…yes, I remember and you'd cried. But, why did I kiss you?" Seifer continued, he'd been racking his brain trying to remember what had possessed him to kiss her back then, when they'd clearly been too young to understand the fundamentals of kissing.
"You did it to stop me from crying, you'd pushed me after that too, and I think I scraped my knee or something" Selphie said, she'd apparently only remembered bits and pieces of the fragmented memory.
"Well Selphie, you want me to keep it?" Seifer asked, as he was about to pocket the stained photo, Selphie nodded. In the distance the bell rang, signaling the end of their lunch break. Selphie stood up, following Seifer as he trudged through the thick grass and marigolds and dandelions. The sky turned three shades of dusty orange and pinkish-purple.
And in the dimming sunset, Selphie felt lips press against hers, it was like a butterfly had alighted itself against her and had brushed its feathery soft wing against her skin. As quickly as it began, it stopped and Seifer walked away from her.
"Thanks for the memories" was all he said before he'd dispersed amongst the moving crowd of Balamb Garden students. Selphie felt her knees buckle.
A photo is but a distant memory in the person's mind and as time passes by we idly watch as this photo, this picture fades away too. – TerrisMoon
FIN
A/N: R&R! Oh by the way, that little rhyme-thingy at the end was made up by moi.