Chapter six

AN: OMG what's this? Whoa… sorry if I sound a little stoned – I'm just surprised I've made it to six chapters… Oh well. Seifer and Hayner are one of the sexiest couples out there so of course I must continue my fics of them… Heheheh don't mind me, it's too early for me to be up ad writing fanfictions…

It had been two weeks since that last night. Two whole weeks of seeing Seifer only at a distance, during Struggle matches at the Sandlot. Only catching glimpses of that absurd white coat flaring out as he turned quickly around a corner. Fourteen fucking nights of waking up with that bastard's name on his lips. And Hayner was getting sick of it. At first, he had at least pretended he didn't care about the lack of attention he was receiving from his arch rival, but now, after two weeks of nothing but lounging around with Pence and Olette, he was beginning to admit to himself that he was in deep.

He did care, that was the whole problem. Sure, Seifer was still a complete douchebag but, over the last three weeks, something had changed. Something that made him want to run to the older blonde, to hold and be held, to kiss him, to touch him…

Though, really, if he was honest with himself (which he wasn't), things had been changing for the past few years; insults dying down to no more than recitations of the same names over and over again, brawls dwindling to only one or two a week rather than every day. And he even missed that. He'd never have thought it before, but all of a sudden, when Seifer stopped paying him that unwelcome attention, he found himself missing it.

At least bad attention's better than no attention… Hayner shook his head. He was not in love with his worst enemy. He wasn't!

"Hayner, what's up with you and Seifer lately?" Olette asked, hands on hips, one day in the Usual Spot. "You haven't fought, you haven't argued, you haven't played tricks on each other. Hell, I don't think you've even looked at each other, for two whole weeks."

"So what?" Hayner asked dully, shrugging. He leaned back against the wall, swinging his legs. "I guess we've just been busy or something. 'Sides, thought you hated us fighting, 'Lette."

"I do. But two weeks? Hayner, something's up with that. And if you don't tell me, I'll found out anyway. You know I will." Hayner glared at her for a moment, before pushing himself off the water tank.

"Well you go and do that, 'Lette. Let me know how you get on. I'm outta here." He sauntered out, ignoring Olette's call of:

"Hayner, wait!"

He made his way along the dusty orange-tinged streets, kicking a pebble along absently as his mind raced. He wanted to go to the Sandlot, but he didn't want to back down like that; this was just another fight with Seifer that he wouldn't let himself lose. He wanted to talk to Olette, ask for advice – she was always the most sensible out of all of them, but he didn't want to admit that he might be in love with that beanie-clad bully. He didn't know how she'd react, and he didn't want to lose his close friend because of what might or might not have been a passing crush.

He paused and sighed, glancing to his right to see the alleyway that had pretty much been a constant factor in that… relationship? Fling? Random string of makeout sessions? He crossed the road and walked into it a little way, pressing a hand dazedly to the wall, as if he could push through it. He heard a soft intake of breath and glanced to his left, back out towards the street. Seifer. He sighed and felt something inside him lurch. But before he could say anything, Seifer was already quickly striding away. Fuck him. Hayner thought irritatedly, before that sardonic little corner of his mind supplied 'You'd like to, wouldn't you?' he sighed. The worst part of that statement was that it was true. He wanted Seifer. Badly. And he had no idea how to get him. It was obvious that the older boy liked him, too, but… he wasn't sure how to talk to him anymore. One thing was for certain, though: they couldn't go back to the way things were. Ever.

"So, Hayner, you going to Jon's party on Saturday?" Olette asked, a few days later. Hayner looked up with his blue sea salt ice cream stuck in his mouth.

"Nnh? Ot ary?" He pulled it out and blinked at her. "What party?" Olette raised an eyebrow.

"You really have been distracted lately, haven't you? He's graduated college and he's having a party Saturday evening to celebrate." She deftly flicked her popsicle stick into the nearby bin.

"Ok… Yeah, why not?" It might help take his mind off his Seifer problem.

AN: Yayness; it be done. During IT. When I should be doing my coursework. I hope you enjoyed it. I'm afraid that this is one chapter I won't be happy with flames for… I put my coursework second to this at a crucial time *is smacked upside the head*
Andrea: Idiot.

Leccy: Dammit, stop that! It's Mikey's fault; he wanted to get to the party scene as quickly as possible *brandishes flaming pink plot bunny*

Wow, that was short… Sorry. The party chapter will be longer, I'm sure.