hahaha

/Seifer/ what are you laughing about...

nothing...what goes around comes around...

/Seifer/ you know Squall...i agree with you...we are surrounded...when are we going to wake up from this nightmare...

/Squall/ hehehe, i'm glad you are the prey...it's about time...

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looools...this is fun Flo. i bet i'm not as good as you but it sure is fun!

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7

Squall parked Seifer's SUV in front of the apartment and pulled out his backpack from the passenger seat.

Things were surely getting interesting…for the blonde to be jealous. It would explain why he was so rude and stiff that morning.

It felt good. Squall was actually about to genuinely smile. It had been a long while since the brunet had anyone who would get jealous over him and stuff…and since the blonde was so hasty, Squall didn't think he was at sin, prolonging Seifer's torture a bit longer.

"Honey, you're home." Seifer opened the door.

Squall snorted, "That was supposed to be my line."

"So…you were actually going to say it?" Seifer perked up.

"Like hell. I used to say it when I go over to Denzel's." The brunet brushed past Seifer, a smile on his face.

"Liar." Seifer spat, his face getting red with anger, "Like hell!"

Squall shrugged and walked into the room, "I have a lot of things to catch up on…was thinking about a guy throughout the whole freakin lesson…I even got berated by a teacher."

"What guy." Seifer raged, hands on his hips, glare aimed at the brunet's back. "And to think that college students are mature…I actually got three love letters from chicks in my class, and one was sitting right behind me. I have to ask the professor to change my place."

"Why?"

"She kept touching y hair!" Squall spat, trying his best not to laugh, knowing that Seifer was fuming behind him.

"Fuck her."

"Actually, that's what she asked me to do in her love note."

Seifer followed Squall into the brunet's room, "I demand to know about Denzel."

Squall shrugged, sitting on the edge of his bed, "He had long, soot black hair…he would always let me brush it for him…and I would braid it because I thought he looked heavenly that way…he was thinner than you, and less muscled too…but I loved him so much…his eyes were sky blue…when you look at them…you can sea yourself…" Squall smiled helplessly, "And he would always say things that made him seem dominating and tough, but in truth…he was so kind…so gentle…I was fifteen when I first met him…he was 21…but I was so taken with his smile…he had dimples. Girls would fawn over him, but he would always send them off…telling them he was mine…"

Seifer was jealous…really jealous and he didn't know why…it's not like him and Squall were anything…the brunet had said it that morning, they weren't even friends…but this feeling inside, "Yeah? How romantic."

The blonde turned on his heels to leave. He couldn't bear to see the way those silver eyes had softened.

Squall looked up and saw Seifer leaving. His mind was screaming at him to stop the blonde, "He died, you know…three years ago…he was shot."

Seifer stopped at the doorway, "I'm sorry." But he knew it didn't come from his heart, deep down he felt like celebrating…so he did have a chance.

"Why should you be?" Squall shrugged, "It's because he was drunk that night."

"Who shot him?" Seifer asked, leaning against the door.

"Brad…Brad Harmer…I'll never forgive him…"

Seifer frowned in confusion, "Where is he now?"

"He's in jail…but he's also eligible for parole in seven years."

"Oh." Seifer nodded.

Squall stood up, "I was kidding about the girls and stuff. Just wanted to get on your nerves. You shouldn't show your weakness to people so easily."

"You're not people…and what weakness have you discovered, Oh Observant One?" Seifer grinned.

Squall shrugged as the doorbell rang like crazy.

Seifer snorted and walked out of the brunet's room, "Who the hell is that?"

"Surprise!" Caine almost yelled.

Squall sighed and shut the door to his room, hoping the crazy couple would stay outside, but Caine wasn't deterred that easily, nor was the blonde, who upon hearing a part of the brunet's past felt immensely closer to him.

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comon, you didn't think that Squall would spill his history on shot! hehehe...patience...