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Squall frowned, why the hell did the happy pair have to sit in my damn room? It's not like Seifer didn't have his own room or a salon for God' sake!
Caine was laughing about some corny joke that the lame blonde said.
"Do you know what the cow told dog in the farm…" Seifer continued.
"What?" Caine chuckled, sneaking a glance at the brunet who wasn't enjoying a second of this.
"She told him get away from my tits, you dog!"
Seifer burst out laughing and Squall gritted his teeth. How much longer of these lame jokes can I take? Why the fuck are they laughing!
Caine was rolling on his side from laughter.
"Get out of my room!" Squall jumped off his chair.
Seifer was still chuckling from the joke and Caine stood up, "Why?"
"I'm worried my brain cells would melt and dissolve, hearing your lame, crappy, God-damned jokes! Who the hell thinks this shit is funny! Where did you get them from in the first place? The Lamest Joke Book? Or Jokes For a Dumb Blonde!"
Caine was grinning and Seifer pouted, "Fine, no more jokes…what do you want to talk about? It's been two hours of silence for you…"
Squall moaned, "Please leave me alone! Get out of my room. You have your own!"
Caine shrugged, "We wanna sit with you."
"There are only two I want to sit with." Squall frowned.
The blonde perked up, "Us?"
"Myself and I. Bye, see you later, enjoy your stay. Happy holiday, dammit!" Squall stood by the door for the pair to leave.
Seifer sighed and lay down on Squall's bed, "Your room smells nice. It's only been a night and here it, smells all you."
Caine rolled his eyes as Squall's cheeks heated and he growled, "Get off my bed before I get infected with some dumbness disease like you."
Caine laughed and Seifer stood to leave, "You are sooooo….argh!"
"You are so argh yourself. Get out and stay there. And that goes for you too you laughing"
"I'm leaving, no problem." Caine sighed and walked out, "I'm going, Seifer. Squall, I'll see you tomorrow in the morning for college, it's the first day. Hey, what are you majoring at anyway?"
"Languages and Journalism."
"Fits you perfectly, you talk a lot." Seifer muttered as he walked out of the room.
The brunet snorted, "What about you?"
"I graduated last year, 22. I'm turning 23 this summer."
"You're 23?" Squall's eyes were wide open, Denzel had been 23 too…he would be 26 by now, if he were alive. Squall shut the door and sat on his bed.
Seifer frowned, "He shut the door in our face."
"Give him time. He's still young and alone." Caine shrugged, "You can get to him, I know it."
Seifer gasped, "Who said I wanted to be with that obstinate, rude, lonesome"
"Your eyes…and your body language…Seifer I know you too well." Caine shrugged and walked out, "See you later, pal. Good luck."
The blonde waved him off and sat to watch TV.
Squall closed his eyes and tried to think of Denzel, except his mind kept wandering off to an intrepid blonde. Seifer was very different than what he imagined the blonde would be. The strong, muscular body, the bronze tanned skin, Emerald embedded eyes, short hair that looked soft to touch, and a smile that could lighten up a dark.
Frowning, Squall pushed himself up, he had noticed all that in barely a day!
Walking over to his desk, the brunet pulled out his Precalculus book that he had brought with him and buried his nose in it, hoping that his mind would leave the blonde alone.
Seifer was restless. He sat, straight then lay down on his side, and then sat up crouching…all he could think about was what the brunet was doing behind the closed door. After an hour, the blonde had had enough. Getting up, he walked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
i know this chapter was kinda boring...bear with me till i get to the middleof it, i prmise it's gonna be cool cuz i've thought long and hard about it...nope, loools, the idea just popped in my head when i was listening to R&B...anyway, please give this story a bit of a chance till i get settled in school and is a little more free to update...thanks...