Okay, Mary, this one is for you…askin me to hurry and all…I have one hell of a God-damn headache, but hell, here goes nothing. Thanks for your review … I appreciate your encouragement…:)

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Squall moaned silently and turned in his bed, giving his back to the door. A small smile made it's way into his still dreamy face. Noises were coming through from outside and Squall guessed Denzel was having some phone call. The man's voice had always been loud, like he wanted to wake Squall up purposely.

The brunet sighed, he missed those days.

Bolting off the bed, that though brought him back to the hard reality.

He wasn't in Denzel's home. Frowning, the brunet got up and forced himself to shower and change, pulling on a pair of tight leather pants that showed off great, long legs, and a shirt that was too large for him that it seemed to swallow him up. His hair was shorter than it was three years ago, reaching his eyes and tapering into a V at his nape. Other than that, nothing much had changed about his appearance.

Squall walked into the kitchen, still wearing his usual frown, "Good morning Sunshine." Seifer's face brightened as he beheld his house mate.

There was a brunet sitting at the kitchen table and he stood up to greet Squall, "I'm Caine, Seifer's best friend. I heard you and I will be going to the same college."

Squall shrugged, "Whatever."

"If you need anything"

"Yeah, I'll be sure to come to you."

Caine laughed and nodded.

"Well, Caine, looks like you got someone to copy H.W. from this year too."

Squall shook his head and turned to leave, why had he come into the kitchen in the first place?

"Don't go pretty face, I'm making potato waffles." Green eyes bore into grey ones.

"They're burning, Seifer." Caine said blankly.

Seifer whirled around and just stood there…what was he supposed to be doing again?

Squall was staring at Seifer, noticing things; the broad back, narrow hips, the strong limbs which were embedded with solid muscles. The memory of last night hit him in the face and he blushed slightly. Seifer's arms had been gentle when he had caught him.

Caine was smiling inwardly, so Seifer wasn't the only one waiting for Squall to look away so he could stare.

"Seifer, you sure are good for nothing." Caine strode over to the oven and shut it. "What are you standing like this for, anyway?"

Squall averted his gaze and Seifer shrugged, turning to the brunet, "Hehehe…"

Squall rolled his eyes and walked over to the twosome, "Get out of the way. I'll make the waffles. Idiot can't even concentrate on the task he's on. Stupid loser. Idiot jock."

The blonde pouted and sat with his friend on the table, his eyes watching the way Squall's lithe body moved and stretched.

"Seifer." Caine whispered.

The blonde turned to him, "What?"

"You're drooling."

The blonde didn't appreciate his friend's teasing, "Caine." He imitated.

"What?"

"You…suck." Seifer spat.

Caine laughed and the brunet sent an inquiring look at the table, wondering what those two were up to.

" Wow, it's good." Seifer chuckled as Squall set the plate on the able and took his seat facing him.

"Wouldn't want to risk going to ER because of your cooking." Squall retorted.

"Comon. Since I cooked them you wouldn't be going to ER."

"Trust me, that would be the reason I would be there in the first place. What? Did you think it would be the waffles' fault?" Squall muttered.

"Great. You guys sure are a couple. Just look at the sparks." Caine chuckled then ignored the angry glares as he helped himself to a waffle, "It's great."

"Just like the one who made it." Seifer complimented.

"If every waffle was like the one who cooked it, then you would be a burnt piece of gunk." Squall commented casually.

Caine nodded his agreement and laughed, Squall hid his smile behind a waffle and Seifer stuck out his tongue to both of them, muttering things about ungrateful brunets and disloyal friends.

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well, it's a short one and i can't wait to go to bed, but Mary this is my way of thanks and i hope it wasn't so bad...