Seifer's POV:

All I'll say is WOW! I heard Cloud singing softly and he was good. I wondered what he'd be like if he actually sang aloud. Quissy started nudging me after a while – my mouth had been open in surprise. I shut it fairly fast and that elicited giggles from the girls either side of me. Squall glared at me (I was beginning to see that as a normal thing for him; which made it easier to disregard) and my stomach lurched for a moment.

I sat in silence as Quissy asked Cloud about how well he'd sing normally. I glanced up to see is reaction and I'd noticed that he'd turned a rather amusing shade of pink – First time I'd seen him blush like that. Resisting the urge to laugh, I lowered my gaze again, thinking of a decent topic of conversation.

I thought of asking them about themselves since Quissy and I really didn't know them at all, but one glance at Squall quelled that idea fairly fast. I got the feeling that even if I asked politely I'd have been met with a glare. Even though I noticed that a glare was his standard response for everything, it still made me feel uneasy.

This is a rather poor joke if you ask me. Getting worked up over a glare like that, what does it matter if he glares at me anyway? It's not like I've done anything to him – except maybe exist – Which isn't my fault to begin with. We were invited here tonight as well, so why does he keep glaring at me like that. I notice he hasn't glared once at Quistis. It's totally stupid, and what's even stupider is that I am still getting affected by it.

I kept thinking those thoughts for the remainder of dinner. I heard the others talking – well more specifically, the girls and Cloud talking, though Squall had seemed to maintain an icy silence – about themselves. I roused myself for a moment when Selphie and Cloud spoke about themselves for a while, only to fall back into a stupor shortly afterwards.

After all, the object of my desire didn't seem terribly interested in talking about himself... Wait, what? "Object of my desire"? I totally did not just think that! You have got to be kidding me. This is just getting worse and worse. I am sulking like a bitch whose boyfriend is pissed at her. Worse than that – I am getting worked up over a guy who's shown about as many emotions as a log.

This is just great.

I spent the rest of the evening in silence. OK, I finally accepted that the "butterflies in the Stomach" were being caused by Squall. I came to this conclusion since I kept stealing furtive glances at him every now and then, which – without fail – set them off. Did this mean I liked him or did it mean that I found him so repulsive he makes me want to be sick just by looking at him? Considering I'd managed to stomach dinner I'd have to say that it was most likely the first choice causing it.

I liked him (even though that thought made me want to shoot myself) or at the very least, this was just some stupid infatuation that wouldn't last.

I could only hope.