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Squall rested his head back against the soft leather of his seat and closed his eyes.

He hated planes.

The brunet felt dizzy and his stomach churned. Seifer's driving wasn't making him feel better either.

"Damn kamikaze driver." The brunet growled.

Seifer slowed down and cast a long look at Squall, "You don't look so well, are you sure you don't want to see a doctor or something before we go home?"

"No. Just go 'home." Squall sarcastically spat.

"I'm going to pray my father meets his demise for this."

"Comon. It's not all bad. I'm here."

"That's why I'm gonna pray he suffers dearly before he dies." Seifer laughed as he parked in front of his apartment, "Well…home sweet home."

"Ungh." Squall snorted and stepped out of the vehicle.

He swayed slightly, his head spinning.

"Are you okay? Shall I carry you?" Seifer grabbed Squall's arm to support him.

The brunet glared at him, "I don't need your help and I won't ask for it even if I was drowning in a god-forsaken blood lake."

Seifer sighed and rolled his eyes, letting go of the brunet and opening the door, "Here we go. I hope it fits you tastes. You might come to like it here."

"Don't count on it." Squall said bluntly.

The blonde chuckled and turned on the lights, waiting for Squall to walk ahead of him into the salon.

The burnet stopped suddenly and Seifer bumped into him, "What's wrong?"

"You drink." Squall's eyes had a faraway look in them. There were two champagne bottles in an ice bucket.

"Yeah. Doesn't everybody?"

"Damn everybody. If you want to drink you better tell me beforehand!"

"Why?" Seifer frowned.

The brunet was seriously making a big deal out of nothing. "Just do it! I hate being in the presence of drunkards."

"Hey, I don't drink myself to stupors. I only have a sip every once in a while." Squall groaned, "I hate blondes…"

"What the hell." Seifer smiled, slightly confused at the brunet's illogical remark.

"Anyway…" Squall snapped, wanting to get away form everyone, "Where is my room anyway?"

It took Seifer a moment to gather his senses, "Umm…right there."

"Mine is on the opposite side of the apartment."

"Good, the farther the better. If it weren't your place I would have asked you to sleep outside."

"You are too nice."

Squall snorted and took a step forward, his head rotating. Reaching out, the brunet felt himself falling backward. However, what put him on edge, just moments before he blacked out, was the soft 'I got you' and the strong arms, both which belonged to the blonde, that caught him as he fell.

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Squall opened his grey eyes a couple of hours later. His head was no longer spinning and he didn't need to take deep breaths for his stomach to settle.

"Hey. You sure know how to leave an impression. I was worried about you." Seifer smiled softly.

The brunet quickly sat up, pulling the blankets over his bear chest like a virgin girl who had something to hide.

Noticing the irony of his actions, Squall let go of the blanket, his frown dark enough to break light bulbs, "You can go sleep. I'm not dying or anything…Stop looking so dumb and worried. I'm fine. It was from the plane."

"You sure are a handful. Are you hungry? Would you like me to prepare something for you?" Seifer stood up.

"No, just go away. I'm not…" the rest of the statement died away as Squall's stomach growled, pleading for mercy and food.

"…Hungry?" Seifer supplied, raising an eyebrow.

"Go to sleep or do something useful in your god-damned life." Squall muttered as he turned his back on the blonde and pulled the cove to his cheeks, hoping this would discourage the blonde from talking any further.

Seifer shook his head in despair and walked out, but minutes later he was back in, "I made a sandwich for you. It's not much, you know, but I'm not exactly the best of cooks."

Setting the plate on the bedside table, he smiled down at Squall, who was looking at him with the most unreadable expression on his face.

"I'll b in my room if you need anything. Planning on making waffles for breakfast though. Goodnight darling."

After Seifer was gone, Squall sat up, a small frown on his angelic face. Turning, he stared at the sandwich the blonde had bothered to prepare for him. Picking it up, the brunet took a leisurely bite.