Hey, hey, hey! Miss me? Good. I missed you guys! Oh! Thanks for your help so far with the decisions on the band issue for those of you who have given me your input. As for the rest of you: PLEASE tell me what you would rather see! This is the interactive part that you guys take place in. It'll be in your best interest, believe me. On, second thought, don't believe me, and just tell me what you think. Oh, and for those who want to know: I am against Prom so it's the Winter Formal.
Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with Final Fantasy VIII. I just have a mild obsession.
Life Less Ordinary
Chapter Thirteen
"The Bad Spy Movie"
"All right, so Quistis is helping with the Winter Formal, which means she's planning something big." Drag told his brother and Bryce. The three guys sat in the backyard under a large maple tree that was losing its colorful leaves.
"That will probably have something to do with the Formal itself!" Zion added with excitement.
"Didn't I just say that?" he demanded. Zion glared at his brother and then rolled his eyes in sheer annoyance.
"Hey, what is this Formal thing, anyway?" Bryce asked. He'd only heard it briefly mentioned among his friends and cousins.
"It's some big dance held every year. Everyone makes a huge deal out of it." Drag shrugged. He didn't really care for dances.
"It's like Prom in Esthar only it's held in December instead of May." Zion told him, explaining it since Drag wouldn't.
"So, I can't go, right?" Bryce tried to hide his frown.
"No, I think it's open to everyone." Zion replied, picking out a four-leaf clover from the patch he'd been previously studying.
"Hey! Can we go back to what's important here? Jeez!" Drag snapped.
"Yeah, yeah. Quit your bitching." Zion pulled the cloves off the stem and flung them into the wind, not caring that he had probably just cost himself a lot of bad luck.
"What could Quistis be planning that has to do with the Winter Formal? I don't understand." Bryce asked, following Drag's orders and returning to the main objective of the whole conversation.
"That's what I want to know, too, but so far, she hasn't said a word. I'm thinking she may not tell us the actual master plan." Drag scratched at his chin where whiskers were sprouting. He hadn't shared yet today.
"Do you think she suspects what we're doing?" Zion looked up from his seeming less task, his face full of worry and immediate concern.
"I don't think so, but she can be pretty sneaky. She could already know that we're up to something. I wouldn't put it past her." Drag answered.
"But, hey, we can't act before she does, you know that, right? We have to know the plan before we can sabotage it." Bryce said.
"Duh!" Zion and Drag said in unison.
"So shouldn't we wait to have this little meeting until after we know exactly what's going on?" Bryce demanded.
"Probably, but what if Quistis doesn't tell us exactly what's going on?" Drag retaliated. "What then, genius?"
"I guess then you would take a wild stab in the dark." Bryce shrugged, not actually caring.
"Exactly," Drag grinned. "And I already have something in mind."
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At the time of this meeting, Seifer pulled into the driveway, looking for Squall. Suspicion had been eating at him for days now. He needed to have a serious, heart-to-heart conversation with his buddy.
He sprinted into the house and went straight to the basement, saying a brief greeting to Raine as he disappeared down the stairs. The basement was dark, but a light shown from under the closed door that was Squall's bedroom at the base of the stairs. He jumped over the remaining three steps and pounded on the door, yelling Squall's name- his full name- declaring his urgency to speak with his friend.
"Open the door! Squall! Come on, man! Door! Now! It's important!" He yelled, now using both hands to pound on the door.
Movement was heard from the inside and the door opened to reveal Squall standing only in a pair of black, loose sweatpants and an extremely pissed expression.
"Can I help you?" he demanded, leaning against the doorframe.
"We need to talk." He said seriously.
"About…?" He didn't move or change his expression.
"Well," he turned around and looked up at the door, then back to squall." Can we talk in private?"
"We are in private." Squall replied.
"No, listen. I don't want to be heard." Seifer lowered his voice and looked over his shoulder again.
"Fine." Squall walked back into his room and Seifer followed. Squall sat on the edge of his bed and Seifer took the desk chair, facing him. "What?"
"Listen, something has been kind of bugging me, and I need you to be truthful, okay?" He stared seriously into Squall's face, demanding what he needed.
"Go on." He didn't agree or disagree with the statement but watched and listened to Seifer nonetheless. His cold eyes glared at him, expressing his increasing annoyance.
"How much do you know?" Seifer asked straight out. The magic of guilt had finally gotten to him.
"About what? I know a lot of things." Squall retaliated, not seeing the point of this conversation except the fact that could be doing something more constructive.
"About what Quistis is trying to do." He finally managed to spit it out. He held his breath. Squall's next words would either tell him Squall knew what was going on or that Seifer had just blown it.
A smirk crept up onto Squall's face. He watched Seifer squirm. "I know more than you think."
"But how much? I need to know." He breathed out finally, feeling his own face turning blue.
"Enough to know that I don't like it." Squall determined that if he played his cards right, he could obtain the information he needed. He knew Seifer's weakness and could exploit it with riddling words.
"How much, dammit!" Seifer nearly yelled. He wasn't trying to lose his temper as he had only come down here to find out what Squall knew.
Should he just say it? Should he bend and tell him? Squall wondered if there was a way that he could still benefit himself without pissing Seifer off in the process. It was highly amusing to see him irritated, though, but he would rather have Seifer as a friend than an enemy.
"I know that she's plotting to set me and Rinoa up with the help of Selphie, Drag, Zion, you, Zell, and Irvine. I also know that Drag and Zion are playing the Devil's Advocate and trying to sabotage what she's trying to do with the help of Bryce." Squall replied in one breath. Seifer's jaw dropped. He hadn't expected Squall to know that much!
"How much does Rinoa know?" he tried to hide his shock, but Squall had already seen it.
"Same."
"Damn!" Seifer looked away briefly and then turned back to Squall. "Listen, man, I'm sorry. I was against this! I can tell them hat you and Rinoa know and tell them to call if off and leave you guys alone." He was afraid that Squall was mad.
But for whatever reason, he wasn't. "No, don't. I have a better idea." He smirked. "Let's mess with 'em. Esthar style."
Seifer laughed, throwing his head back in hysteria. He looked back to Squall. "Count me in!"
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Again, Rinoa was lost in her thoughts wondering about the codes that could crack Squall's multi-combination lock. She wasn't any closer to understanding him, but she hadn't had the chance to get near him. He was distancing himself, exhibiting an erotic behavior. It was highly annoying. It was like being in a room with no windows and no doors and you were expected to find your way out. Which resulted in complete and utter aggravation.
She was picking out the colors for the Formal and deciding on what types of flower petals would be used to decorate. She was currently in the library, drawing up plans that would be handed in to Professor Fitzgerald before the end of the day. For once, she found it difficult to concentrate on what she was doing. She would much rather be sitting in a corner plotting on ways to get Squall to reveal himself to her.
"Hey," A voice said behind her, making her jump. She turned around to see Bryce standing there.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?" she realized then that she sounded like a teacher and cringed because of it.
"Yeah, but I'm supposed to be taking a test for Trig. The teach thinks it'll take me an hour and a half, but it won't. I'm thinking twenty minutes." Bryce yawned in boredom.
"So you're going to chill out for 90 minutes while your teacher thinks you are diligently taking a test? You are such a bad boy!" Rinoa couldn't help but laugh.
"Nah. I'm the good one compared to my brother." Bryce flopped down and tossed the test and his calculator on the table. 'You don't even want to know some of the bad things he's done!"
"I thought he used to be a good boy?" Rinoa went back to her plans, avoiding letting Bryce hear the confusion in her voice.
"Yeah, until he turned thirteen. That's when the trouble started!" he laughed at what was meant to have been a joke. Rinoa hadn't heard the amusement and looked up at Bryce with raised eyebrows. "That was a joke, Rin." He grinned.
It shocked her that he used that old nickname. Squall had been he only one who actually called her that, which was several years old.
"Don't you have a test that you need to do?" Rinoa demanded in a playful manner.
"Already done." He handed it to her and smiled as she looked over it with wide eyes. "I told you it wouldn't take me long."
"Wow." She smiled at him. She knew all the answers were right, too.
"So what are you doing?" he took the test back and laid it on the table. He watched her lean back over and continue her work.
"I'm in charge of the stuff for the Winter Formal, so I'm deciding on the decoration plans." She told him nonchalantly. "I have to make sure that this year's Formal is the best ever, or I'll never live it down." She shuddered at the thought of last year. It was all up to her to make sure that this year doesn't fail.
"I'm sure you'll do fine, and the dance will be fun." He smiled at her, forcing Rinoa to realize what a great smile he had. "Why is it a Winter Formal anyway?"
"Because Winter is so beautiful here and because the school was founded in the winter. That's why." Rinoa didn't look up from her work.
"Wow. So is there a Prom here as well?" he asked.
"No. It's just the Winter Formal. We don't do too many dancing activities, which is kind of a bummer. We could use more exciting things to do here." Rinoa tried not to sound bummed-out by her school's flat-out lack of excitement.
"Yeah, Esthar was a crazy place. At the school there were so many parties that every weekend something was happening. That place was like a college campus because Esthar University was only a few blocks away, but the high school was probably more lively than the college." Bryce told her.
"I thought you went to a private school?" Rinoa asked, surprised at his story.
"I did but that doesn't mean I still didn't know what was going on." Bryce told her with a laugh. "I think just about everyone knew what was going on in Esthar. Why do you think we're here?" By "we" Rinoa knew Bryce meant himself, Squall, Drag, and Zion.
"I've always heard that everything in Esthar was so perfect and well-organized. Galbadia seems like more of a bad place than Esthar." Rinoa shrugged.
"Yeah, well, that's what the Grand Council and dad wanted the rest of the world to believe, I guess. There have been some problems with drinking and drugs in the schools of Esthar lately." Bryce yawned, getting bored of this conversation.
"I guess you shouldn't always believe what you hear, right?" Rinoa smiled at him.
"Sometimes. In my opinion, if it's bad, don't listen, but if it's good, go ahead and listen." Bryce looked up with a broad grin, and Rinoa instantly saw Laguna in him. She noticed that Bryce was the spitting image of Laguna complete with his goofy attitude, while Squall was exactly like Raine including her renowned short temper.
"What?" Bryce asked, his grin fading away slowly.
"Nothing. I just noticed something, that's all." She blushed and went back, yet again, to her work. She hadn't gotten much done since Bryce came in.
"What?" he asked again. This time wanting to know what it was that she had been thinking about.
"Oh, it was nothing. Trust me." She buried herself in a Decorating For Dummies book that had just been a weight to hold down her blueprints for the gym. She was embarrassed and quite unsure why.
"Okay. If you say so." Bryce looked away with a disappointed look on his face purposely to try and get Rinoa to tell him. Needless to say, it didn't work; she didn't even see him. After a few minutes, the younger realized that the conversation had pretty much died. He stood with his test in hand. "I'd better get back to class. Later, Rinoa!"
"See ya!" she said, maybe too happily and watched Bryce leave the library.
Finally able to go back to her task in peace, she found she could no longer concentrate. Assuming it was completely useless and pointless to try, Rinoa packed up her things and returned to History. Her thoughts now confused with the two brothers. She didn't want to make comparisons or even decisions concerning the two, but she found it might be inevitable.
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"So what are you going to do about the music entertainment problem?" Selphie asked Quistis who sat on the edge of the stage in the Auditorium with a clipboard in her hand.
"Correction: we. You are going to help me." She didn't even bother to look up but continued with what she was doing. Selphie rolled her eyes and peeked over Quistis' shoulder to view what she was doing.
"Okay, so what are we going to do?" Selphie reworded the question but had a bad feeling about this.
"We are going to have auditions for the band position." Quistis waved her hand, indicating that Selphie's question was unnecessary.
"What?" Selphie jumped up in shock. "Do we even know any good bands that could play at the biggest dance of the year?"
Quistis looked up at Selphie. "Why do you think we're holding these auditions? Come on, Selphie. Use your head for once." She returned to her clipboard, obviously annoyed.
Selphie bit her lower lip and chose not to respond to her friend's harsh comment. She sat down and swung her legs over the edge of the stage.
Behind the two girls, hiding behind the heavy black curtain, stood Squall and Seifer, watching and listening. They were taking great care to make sure that they were not seen. Seifer held in his hand a small notebook and was jotting things down as they continued to listen to the girls' conversation.
"So when will these auditions be held and how will we let potential bands know that we're holding auditions?" Selphie asked.
"Elementary, Selphie. We put up posters and pass out flyers and have the auditions in about a week and a half maybe two." Quistis replied with a continuous annoyed voice.
"Will that give them enough time to prepare for the dance?" Selphie asked, concerned.
"A band?" Seifer whispered low to Squall. The other guy shrugged and returned his attention to Selphie and Quistis.
"I should hope so." Quistis was saying. "This dance has to be perfect. The decorations, the music, even the mood has to be perfect."
"Yeah! Rinny's reputation depends on it!" Selphie exclaimed.
"No, my plan depends on it." Quistis corrected her.
"Which is? I mean, you haven't really told anyone." Selphie didn't look at her companion but chose to focus on the clock above the sound booth that didn't work anymore. That clock had been hanging, stopped at 4:37 for over 16 years and no one had bothered to take it down.
"I plan to have Squall and Rinoa win Formal King and Queen. After all, rumor has I that the King and Queen always end up dating." Quistis smiled despite of herself.
Selphie's jaw dropped. "That's it?" she couldn't believe it. "That's your grand master plan? Relying on a rumor? Come on, Quisty! You've got to think of something better than that!"
"You don't think it'll work?" she lowered her voice almost sadly.
"Frankly, no. And if it does, it's only because of peer pressure. You should know better than anyone that forced relationships never work." Selphie hated to shoot down her like this, but someone had to.
"Well, what do you propose?" she demanded, suddenly unhappy that her plan had been dissed.
"I don't know. You're the matchmaking mastermind here, not me. I just think you can come up with something better than that. You can't really rely on something that is assumed. I think you should consider something else, but you don't have to listen to me." Selphie shrugged, expressing her thoughts in a manner unlike how she normally did.
"No, I think you may be right. I'll consider something else, but…" she was cut off as the Auditorium door opened and Rinoa entered with several samples of the decoration materials.
"Oh, hey, Rinny!" Selphie exclaimed, jumping down off the stage to help her.
"Hey, guys! Wow, you're early. The meeting doesn't start for another 20 minutes." Rinoa placed the stuff down on the edge of the stage and glanced down at her watch. It was 3:40pm.
"We were working on the music entertainment plans." Quistis smiled at Rinoa who missed the hidden look of secrecy that rested behind her.
"What's you plan?" she realized that wasn't quite how she had meant to word that but refrained from expressing her mistake. Squall smirked and found it difficult to hold back a laugh. Rinoa was obviously becoming paranoid.
"Well, we plan to hold auditions to find the perfect band to plan." Quistis told her while Selphie nodded and grinned.
"A band? Hat sounds cool. I think everyone will enjoy that." Rinoa nodded her approval.
A about that time people pf the committee began to filter in, earlier than usual. Seifer motioned to Squall that it was time for them to "exit stage right." They slipped out through the back into the band room and out the hall.
"So what do we have?" Squall asked as they headed outside of the school, unnoticed.
"Not much, unfortunately. We know they're holding auditions for bands and that they're trying to make you and Rinoa Formal King and Queen." Seifer laughed at that last part, and Squall raised an eyebrow in regards to what he found to funny. "I can't picture you a King of anything. Sorry." He laughed harder.
"Oh, really?" he asked with a smirk. "Well, neither can I, which is why we need to stop that from happening."
"If you say so." Seifer just shrugged.
"But they might not go with that plan. They might do something else. We have to find out what." Squall deliberately changed the subject. "Which means, someone has to find out exactly what she will be planning." He looked at Seifer who knew exactly who that someone would be.
"She hasn't told me anything yet, so what makes you think she'll tell me the new plan?" Seifer asked. He couldn't believe how big of a mess he'd gotten himself into. First, he agreed to help Quistis set up his best friend with a childhood friend, the he agreed (almost an hour later) to help his two friends sabotage what Quistis was trying to do, and now he was helping that same best friend get all of them back. This had to have been the craziest school year of his life.
"Do I look like the bearer of all knowledge? I didn't think so." Squall said in irritation. "You'll just have to do what we just did. It's not hard."
"Why do I feel like I'm in a bad spy movie?" Seifer asked under his breath. He heard Squall chuckle and turned to him. "Why can't you do that? Why me?"
"Because I will be getting the 411 on Drag and Zion. I want to know what they're planning. After all, I live with them. How hard could it be?" he shrugged and opened his car door. Seifer walked to his with no response. Squall said his goodbyes and drove out of the parking lot.
"This has got to be the craziest thing in the world. Could this possibly be my life?" Seifer asked, looking up at the clouds. A younger student walked by him to the school, giving him odd looks. Seifer's face warmed considerably, and he got into his car hurriedly.
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Squall drove back to his house and found Drag and Zion doing their usual thing- watching TV and doing basically nothing. He grabbed a soda and jumped to the couch.
"What's up, guys?" Squall asked. They grunted in a manner that told him sheer boredom was what was up. He watched them carefully. Drag had his drumsticks and was drumming on knees, telling Squall that he was nervous about something, but what, though? He decided not to waste time pondering on it and turned his attention to Zion. Zion was tapping his fingers stiffly on his knee as he watched some stupid fighting show about a little yellow dude with a huge head who always screwed up figures of speech. Squall considered carefully whether or not to execute part of his own plan or wait for Seifer's input.
"Hey, guys. I hear Quistis and Selphie are holding auditions for bands to play at the Winter Formal. Maybe we should try out." Squall somehow managed to sound casual about it, but it took more than he thought.
Zion looked up quickly and Drag gripped his drumsticks so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Squall couldn't help but be pleased with their reaction and smiled despite of him.
"Do you really think we should?" Zion asked, nervously. He didn't trust Squall's motives. He was up to something.
"No." Drag said in response to Zion's question and Squall's suggestion.
"Why not? It may be fun." Squall raised a questioning eyebrow to his cousin who immediately found himself uneasy.
"Because if it's anything like Esthar, it's going to suck. I don't want to be a part of something that will suck. It's a bad idea from start to finish, and I doubt if anyone will even like our type of music." Drag cringed at his own bad comment.
"What? Has rock taken that big of a downfall?" Squall asked almost playfully.
"Esthar rock has. You know it's more metal than anything." Drag was fighting a losing battle.
"Let's talk to Seifer about it tomorrow and see what he says." Zion said quickly, jumping in the middle and becoming the peacemaker as always.
"Whatever." Squall said, uncaring. He then noticed that there was something missing. "Hey! Where's Bryce?" It seemed odd that he wasn't here.
"Oh, he's helping out with the Winter Formal Committee." Zion's eyes were back on the TV just in time to see the "evil" villain get beaten…again.
"What?!" Squall and Drag both exclaimed, jumping to their feet. They both hadn't expected to hear that. Squall and Drag's suspicions were different, but they, in a way, were suspecting each other of having something to do with Bryce's sudden interest in the Winter Formal.
"Yeah. He said he needed something to so, so I guess he chose that." Zion didn't notice their shocked expressions.
"he had to choose a dance committee? That doesn't sound like Bryce." Squall shook his head.
"I wonder if Raine has anything to do with it?" Drag looked to Squall.
"I doubt it. She'd prefer to have him home to keep an eye on him. I don't think she'd make him help out with some stupid dance. This had to have been his idea, and I think he's up to something." Squall hadn't meant to say that last part out loud, but neither of the two guys even made any indication to have heard him.
"I just can't believe Bryce would care about a dance. He's probably the only guy there!" Drag exclaimed, making it clear that he was aggravated or curious in a suspecting way.
"Hey, it's just a dance! Does it matter that he's suddenly become a pansy and wants to help? It could be just to meet some girls! It doesn't matter so juts drop it!" Zion suddenly yelled. They were interrupting his show!
"It does matter!" They both yelled in unison.
"Well, make it matter somewhere else! You're making me miss my show!" Zion literally screamed and turned up the volume on the TV to max, pointing out his argument that they needed to shut up.
In response, Squall and Drag jumped up again and raced up the stairs. Zion sighed in satisfaction and returned the volume to normal. He was happy now; he had actually won. Write that down on the calendar.
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"I can't believe that you, of all people, are actually helping out." Rinoa said to Bryce as he assisted her in the choosing of decorations. "This is pretty cool." She couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, well. I have nothing better to do." Bryce shrugged.
The Committee meeting was running quite smoothly. Rinoa had handed out assignment sheets, and everyone was busy working. Quistis and Selphie were steadily working on posters that would announce he band auditions, and so far, everyone liked the idea of a live band performing.
"That's cool." Rinoa repeated. She couldn't help but be excited. Everything was actually going quite smoothly. Maybe this dance wouldn't be so bad after all.
"And I also heard from a reasonable source that last year didn't go so well." Bryce smiled, enjoying the look on her face.
"Yeah, last year wasn't so great. The seniors last year didn't even care, and it was obvious at the dance. Everything about last year was terrible. I told myself I wouldn't let that happen this year. I promised that this Formal would be great!" Rinoa smiled confidently.
"It will be, don't worry." Bryce reassured her. Rinoa smiled at him and hugged him.
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"So that's his game, eh?" Squall whispered to Seifer through clenched teeth as he and Seifer watched from their hiding place. He could feel his blood boiling under his skin, and he wanted to run out there and kill his brother.
"I don't think so. Something tells me he's got another thing up his sleeve." Seifer watched intently, feeling more and more like he was trapped in that bad spy movie.
"And what would that be? Moving in on my girl?" Squall growled and cracked his knuckles.
"I thought you didn't like her like that? I thought the only reason why you wanted to sabotage this was to keep everyone from hooking you up with Rinoa?" Seifer asked, nearly taunting him.
"Remember when I said that it's on my to-do list? Well, this is my to-do list!" He replied, trying to keep his voice down.
"What are you talking about?" Seifer demanded.
"Getting together with Rinoa!" Squall replied, his voice getting louder and louder until he actually yelled the last part, "It's on my to-do list!"
The entire auditorium went dead silent, and Seifer and Squall ducked behind the curtains before anyone could see them. There were whispers of "What was that?" and someone actually began whistling The Phantom of the Opera.
Rinoa and Bryce were the closest to the two guys, and they stared in their direction. Rinoa's suspicions were higher than Bryce's.
"What was that?" Selphie asked as she and Quistis walked over to Rinoa and Bryce.
"I have no idea." Rinoa replied with a raised eyebrow, still staring in that direction. She did have an idea though. She had a very good idea.
"Way to go, genius." Seifer whispered harshly to Squall who shrugged in guilt.
"Do you think we should check it out?" Selphie asked, nervously. She was actually scared. What if the auditorium was haunted?
"We need a distraction, bad." Squall whispered.
"Ya think?" Seifer whispered back to him harshly. He referred back to the spy movie and figured that this was the part where the good guys met the bad guy, but Seifer wasn't sure who was who.
Rinoa began walking to the guys, carefully and suspiciously. She thought she knew who was there, thought she recognized the voice. She could be wrong, though.
Squall motioned for Seifer to follow him, and the two guys slipped behind the percussion instruments to the door while all eyes focused on Rinoa. For once, Seifer was thankful for the marching and Concert Bands, leaving their stuff against the walls.
Rinoa turned back around and shrugged to the others, but as she did so, out the corner of her eye, she saw Squall and Seifer slip out the door. What were they doing? She wondered, but didn't have time to find out. Quistis was calling her, stressing that they needed to get back to work. Rinoa returned to her work, and she was no determined to find out what those two were doing. They were up to something, and she had a bad feeling that it wasn't good.
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For the second time that day, Squall and Seifer returned to the parking lot from the Auditorium, but this time, they were grasping for air and trying no to laugh.
"That was close!" Seifer exclaimed. "Not to mention possibly the stupidest thing you've ever done!"
Squall, who wasn't one to admit defeat nodded, chuckling to himself as he breathed heavily. "Do you think anyone saw us?" he leaned against his car, trying to settle himself.
"I hope not, but I actually think we were in the clear. Tomorrow, I am going to thank the Marching Band. I've finally found a good use for their percussion equipment." He doubled over in laughter.
"You know, this has been the most interesting school year ever." Squall joined him in the laughter, and the two guys sank to the ground between their cars.
Seifer leaned his head back against his car and rested his arm on his propped up knee. "Oh, man! I don't know what's crazier, spying on a dance committee or planning to get payback on all your friends."
"I'd say payback." Squall sat across from him, resting against his own car.
"Yeah. The spying reminds me too much of a bad spy movie." He laughed and Squall raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"If you say so." Squall replied, shrugging. The two guys feel into silence before looking back at each other and laughing.
A/N: Well, what'd ya think? I thought it was funny just because of the spy thing. It came out that way, actually. I didn't even plan it that way. My writing has a mind of its own. Lol. Next chapter coming as soon as I type it. Later Days!