6

Seifer was not in a good mood the following morning either. Squall walked in, all ready for his first day in college. Caine had said he would pick him up and time was seriously running out.

Seifer barely gave the brunet a glance as he walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge door.

Noticing the weird, cold attitude of the usually cheerful blonde, Squall spoke up, "What has crawled up your ass last night?"

"Nothing, but I wouldn't mind if you want to check." The blonde bit out.

Squall pulled out Peanut butter and Jelly, along with toast from the fridge, a genuine frown on his face, "No thanks, you could ask Caine to check though."

"Caine is a friend."

"I'm not even that to you, so, trust me I won't volunteer."

"Screw you." Seifer spat, kicking a cabinet closed.

Squall snorted, but inside he wondered if he had done anything wrong. It wasn't like the blonde to be so pissy

Like the blonde! You barely know him to base such opinions… Squall sighed and made a sandwich for himself, sitting at the table.

"So, you got someone back home…like waiting for you?"

The brunet raised a brow, what had brought up this question? "No."

"What's your favorite name that starts with a …D?" Seifer tried.

Squall rolled his eyes, "What the hell…Denzel, I guess."

"I thought so." Seifer muttered, turning on the tap and filling a glass of water.

Squall frowned, "Did father tell you!"

"Huh?" Seifer glared at him, "What are you blabbering about so early in the morning?"

"You are the one that started all this senseless jabber!"

"Yeah! You pretend no one is waiting for you and that you are the ever-lonely brat! Who the fuck is Denzel!"

"How would you know about him!" Squall countered, standing and walking over to the garbage to throw dirt tissues.

There were two champagne bottles in there…two unopened champagne bottles, "Why are those here?"

Seifer shrugged, "You said you don't like…booze, so I threw them out…if I want to drink I'll go someplace else."

"Why?"

"Compromise…I want to do it for you. Besides it felt like the right thing to do…since I had a feeling there was more to your dislike than just the bottle name…"

"You did it for me?" Squall stated with surprise.

"Don't melt right here. You're late for college. You could use my car, Caine is a late go-er, so I suggest you just go without him."

Squall pulled the bottles out and washed them in the sink. Walking over he pushed them against the blonde's chest to hold, "No, I trust you won't drink yourself to oblivion. Where are your keys?"

Squall reached for the blonde's pocket, stuffing his hand in and pulling out the keys. Seifer's heart raced at the contact, although it was fleeting and not against his bare skin.

"Won't you give me a goodbye kiss?" the blonde laughed.

Squall rolled his eyes, "Like hell, I'd rather kiss a frog."

"Pretend I'm the frog who would turn to some hot prince if you would just give me a kiss."

"Go to hell." Squall shook his head, a small smile on his face, "I'm going."

"Take care of yourself, sunshine."

Squall waved.

The blonde looked at the bottles in his hand and replaced them back in the garbage, it was so funny the things you do for a smile.

Squall said he trusted him…

-

The brunet sat in his first class, his favorite…Calculus.

His silver eyes were aimed at the board, but his mind was far away from the lesson written there.

The blonde had thrown away the champagne bottles for him…and only after two days…Denzel had kept on drinking even during the year and a half they had stayed together. It was the booze that caused his death…at least indirectly…

"So, Mr. Leonhart, was it. Where does the x go now? Please solve the next step."

Squall blinked and then shrugged, "I don't know how."

"I know you don't, so please pay attention." His professor said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

Some of his classmates snickered while others just stared.

Squall shrugged, "Yeah, whatever."

But after a few minutes his mind wandered away to the blonde…who he just remembered had asked about Denzel…What had brought up these questions…something else occurred to him...The blonde had been in a stinkin mood that morning when he had brought up Squall's lover…could it be?

The brunet frowned slightly…that the blonde had been jealous?

Duh! isn't that cute...heh...ofcourse the blonde was jealous...i mean you stepped on his heArt! trampled over it! whispering men's names in your dreams! how could you!

/Squall/ Don't you start now! it's enough Flo. won't leave me alone with her remarks...

/Seifer/ hahaha...yeah you give it to him without mercy...he deserves it, doesn't he Flo?