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Seifer opened his eyes. The room looked wrong. It took a few minutes for it to sink in why, and he realized he was in Zell's bed. Looking around, he noted a few things. Zell was gone. His bed was bare, its sheets gone. Obviously, Zell had gone to wash them. And, they had made a mess with bottles last night. One was broken on the floor. Seifer thought about getting up to clean it, but decided against it and pulled the covers back up and closed his eyes. He liked this bed; it was comfortable. It had the faintest smell of Zell, but Seifer decided that wasn't too bad. Seifer sank back to sleep.

Seifer had made gotten up for lunch, and sleepily slumped at the table, surrounded by the others, except for Zell. He didn't ask where Zell was. Selphie decided to tell him repeatedly that Zell was busy doing something somewhere for someone. She was trying to be secretive he realized, and wondered why.

After lunch, Selphie cornered Seifer in the hall next to the laundry room, and as soon as Zell stepped out the door began shooting off questions.

"When? How long? Why didn't you tell?" And on and on she went. Zell and Seifer exchanged some very confused glances, and Zell spoke up.

"Err…what are you talking about Selphie?"

"Well, you two! Being, you know, together!" That sent both guys rocking back on their heels. "I saw you this morning." Selphie giggled. "So cute together."

"Selphie, we aren't together." Zell tried to reason with her, blushing dark red.

"Then why are you sleeping together?"

"We weren't. I spilt a beer on his bed and he wouldn't sleep on the floor."

Selphie, looked somewhat disappointed. "Oh." She turned and left at that, while Seifer tried not to burst out in hysterics.

Seifer looked at Zell. Zell looked at Seifer. Wordlessly, the two turned and went different directions.

Over the next few days, Zell and Seifer did a remarkable job avoiding each other, considering they shared a room. The first word since the Selphie incident came from Zell, after he was alone with Seifer in the cafeteria.

"Christmas is coming soon. What are you doing?" Zell managed to sound subdued…at least, subdued for Zell's standards.

"…Nothing" Seifer managed to lack emotion.

"Ma…wants me to invite some of my friends over this year, and…"

"And I'm the only one not busy."

"Well…yeah."

"Fine"

"Sweet!" Zell bounced off down the hall, not giving Seifer any time to change his mind.

As Ma Dincht hugged him, Seifer couldn't help but think of the reason for the last time he had come here. It put a bit of damper on him. After taking the cup of eggnog forced on him by a hyper Zell (hyper being hyper, even for Zell), who seemed excited to be home again. Leaving his Gunblade by the door, Seifer carried his bags in and looked around. No guest room, which meant…

"We're still bunking together!" Zell rattled off the words before downing his mug and placing it down, then dragging his bag to his room.

Seifer couldn't understand Zell's enthusiasm. It was just another day off, why was he so excited? What was so different between them, that he couldn't even see what was so special about Christmas with a family? Perhaps because he never had had one?

"You'll take the bed one day, I'll have the next, and we just keep switching until the garden swings by to pick us up." Zell grinned and Seifer just nodded. It was fine by him…

Seifer entered the bedroom, wearing only his towel from his shower, and blinked at the pair of pajama pants on the bed. They weren't his, and he never saw Zell wear red ones before, besides which, they were too big…

"Every Christmas Eve, we get a new pair of pajama's. Family tradition." Zell explained from where he was making camp on the floor.

That explained it, Seifer thought, and picked them up, pulling them on at the same time as he dropped his towel. Crawling into the bed, he realized just how tired he was, and all they had done was travel that day. After a few minutes of lying awake, listening to Zell breathe, he just sighed.

"Zell, I can tell you're not comfortable on the floor."

"Its fine. Really."

"Chicken-Wuss, its your room, and your bed."

Silence.

"I want you in my bed, Seifer." Zell stopped talking after that, letting what he just said sink in before stammering out, eyes wide.

"Zell, just take half of your damned bed." Seifer wasn't in a mood to argue.

"…Are you sure?" Seifer could hear the trepidation in Zell's voice, and nearly growled out his reply.

"Yes."

Without another word, Zell got up, grabbed his pillow, and piled into his bed, putting his back to Seifer, as Seifer wondered why Zell had gotten so uncomfortable last time, that he had avoided Seifer for days on end.

It was Seifer who woke up first, and inhaled reflexively, and blinked his eyes open while realizing he had Zell, snoring softly, wrapped in his arms, his chin resting just above Zell's head. He felt Zell begin to stir, and saw Zell's eyes flutter open, and Zell relaxed back against him, before stiffening his back and rolling out from Seifer's arms.

"Present time!" Zell yelled while Seifer winced at the volume.

Zell and Seifer had gone in on Ma Dincht's gift together, having to sneak off a call to Laguna without Squall finding out. Laguna had agreed to their request, and Ma Dincht now held a ticket to a first class spa in Esthar. All she had to do was be at the right place at the right time, and she'd be taken via the Ragnarok, back and forth.

Zell had gotten Seifer a new Gunblade blade, which surprised Seifer, as he hadn't known Zell knew enough about Gunblades to be able to pick out so good of a blade. Seifer had gotten Zell a bottle of Balamb leather oil, and some movie and magazine subscriptions. (Getting an address for the flying Garden had been a pain)

AN: Just felt like doing one from Seifer's view for once.

I try for a minimum of a thousand words per story, thus at chapter one, its 1000 words, chapter 11 its 11000, and so on. Just felt like sharing what my minimums are. Or at least, are now.