Chapter 4
AN: Ok, so after waiting for suggestions, I only got one so… Here's to you for suggesting this! Enjoy, endure, float rafts on the ocean sea.
"Oh my GODS WHAT THE HELL??!!!" the cry rang out across the nigh-empty sandlot. Seifer immediately stepped away from Hayner, almost as if he'd been burned. Hayner felt a twinge at the loss of contact, but turned to glare at the newcomer, only to find it was… Damn. His mother's face was a perfect example of jaw-dropping-shock-and-horror.
"Er… Hi, Mom!" He grinned in a grotesque semblance of cheerful normality. He could practically feel Seifer rolling his eyes behind him and resisted the urge to elbow him in the solar plexus. Sonja opened and closed her mouth a few times like a goldfish, struck dumb by the spectacle of her son, Hayner, whom she had thought was straight (and secretly liked Olette) sucking face with his supposed worst enemy, who was, what was more, male. She blinked, drew in a breath and released it in a confused sigh.
Hayner's mouth was dry and he was blinking rapidly, trying to think of a halfway-reasonable excuse as to why he and Seifer had just been making out in the middle of the sandlot. When nothing came to him, he slumped slightly, sure that he was either going to get yelled at or teased mercilessly.
"So you couldn't even attempt 'We were practising a play' or 'It was a dare'?" Sonja asked amusedly, folding her arms. "I mean, c'mon boys, even if you must be so oblivious your whole lives, you could at least make this amusing enough to cackle inanely. As it is you're kind of worth a chuckle or two. And I always thought you liked Olette… My gaydar must be broken. Oh hell with it." She suddenly doubled over, giggling uncontrollably. "You boys finally got it together, huh? Anyway… don't let me bother you… God this is so funny… About damn time, too." And with that, she picked up her shopping bags and turned to go back to their house, still laughing. "Oh, and by the way, I'd suggest finding somewhere more private to make out if I were you. Oh, and Seifer? Hurt him and die. Now play nice, boys." Seifer turned and stared blankly at Hayner, who was looking wonderfully bemused.
"And sometimes I wonder how you can be so weird…" the older blond stated, glancing after Hayner's retreating mother.
"Hey! At least she doesn't want to disembowel you!" Hayner glared up at the taller male, feeling his lack of height keenly. Seifer let out a short bark of laughter before grabbing Hayner's hand and pulling him towards the Underground Concourse. "Hey, where are we going?"
"Like she said. Somewhere more private."
"What's wrong with the Usual Spot?" Hayner protested. Seifer rolled his eyes.
"There's a reason why it's called the 'Usual Spot', right?"
"Oh…" Hayner mumbled, feeling a bit foolish, letting himself be dragged along toward the Underground Concourse.
AN: I have come to the conclusion that this story is… not my best, to say the least. XD. Anyway, there'll probably only be one more chapter, so… See you next time.