Disclaimer: Must I continue this torment?

Rated:M for Mansex

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"So what are you wearing?" Selphie asked. Squall pointed at his current attire.
"Oh you can't be serious. Don't you have anything that makes you look... nice?" She said eying his wife-beater and leather pants combo.

"Whats wrong with it? I wear it all the time and you've never complained before." Squall said, smoothing out his shirt.

"Yeah well I didn't know you were in love with Irvine, or I would have shoved you into that clothing store in Deling. Now lets see here..." She said pushing Squall aside and looking in his closet. After about 10 minutes of searching and sighing, she finally found something decent. A pair of old dusty pants, Squalls combat boots, and a plain black shirt. "See, we can compromise." Squall had no trouble with the shirt, but he hadn't worn the pants in years, and where a tad tight. If it wasn't for the fact Selphie held his gunblade to his head while he dressed, he would have put something else on.

"You look fine Squall. And those pants look great."

"They are tight as hell."

"They show off your ass. Irvy loves ass."

"I don't feel comfortable."

"Well if you play your cards right, you won't be in them long."

"I hate you."

"You'll love me later."

Squall glared at Selphie.

"Tch whatever." Selphie said imitating his trademark response to whatever pissed him off. Squall turned around and she glanced over at the alarm clock and saw that it was a quarter till 1. "Oh look, its just a freckle past a hair! I should get going.!"

"What the... A freckle past a hair?? What the hell is that even supposed to mean?" Squall demanded, only to notice that Selphie had left. "Finally," he said to thin air, "I can get out of these pants..." And that's when he heard the door knock. "...Shit." He walked over to the door and opening it, and to no surprise, the cowboy was standing there.

Irvine was looking off down the hall, and just staring off into space. He just started to turn his head when he asked, "Hey you ready to go...." and when he saw Squall... "What the hell are you wearing?" Irvine asked, forcing himself not to crack up laughing.

Squall blushed and walked past him. "Lets just go."

"Awwww did Squally dress up for me and now he is embarrassed? How cuuuute."

Irvine had absolutely no idea.

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Halfway to Balamb, Squall happened to look over at Irvine.

He was crying.

Well it wasn't the all out blubbering 'boohoo. woe always me' crying. But Squall saw that a few tears were making their way down his face. It tore Squall apart.

"Irvine..." Squall said ever so gently... Realizing how he just said that, he quickly covered his mouth. Aquring a more 'manly-man voice', he asked, "Irvine, whats wrong?"

The cowboy was shocked that Squall even looked over to him, even more so that he cared what was wrong. Taking a deep breath as to not let his voice crack, he said "Me and Selphie broke up."

"But... I thought that was what you wanted..." The gunblade wielder said.

"Yeah... but not like this. Everything came out wrong, and I ended up hurting her. She came to my room wanting to break up with me, and I guess the fact that I was so relieved about it turned me into an asshole."

"It'll be o.k. Irvy..." Irvine was once again shocked to hear Squall say something. "I'm sure she'll just need some time to calm down, and then you two can work things out."

"Whats this all of a sudden? Someone here is being awfully sentimental." The sniper said, eying Squall.

"-It's these pants... It's rushing all the blood to my heart.-" Squall said in his usual sarcastic manner.

Irvine started to laugh... really laugh. His tears of sorrow were replaced by tears of hard, good old fashioned laughter. Watching Irvine laugh, made Squall unconsciously smile. Irvine looked over at him through the rear view mirror and was in shock. "Squall... you are smiling."

"I'm not a monster Irvine. I do have muscles in my mouth area that allow me to form a smile from time to time." Squall rolled his eyes and looked out of the window, realizing that they had just entered Balamb.

"I didn't mean it like that," Irvine said, wiping a tear from his face. "I meant, that you normally don't smile. Normally it is that glare of 'Get the fuck away from me before I punch you in your ovaries.'" Squall play-act glared at him, which only provoked Irvine. "See like that!"

"No, that was my 'what the hell is wrong with you Irvine?' glare." Squall said, unsure of exactly how this conversation was going.

Irvine pulled over and parked the car outside of a cafe. "Aw, Squall has his own special glare for me! I knew you really cared!" Irvine said giving him a kissy face. Without even thinking about it, Squall leaned over and kissed him. It was such a small kiss, lips barely touching, but it was enough to shut Irvine up for an appropriate amount of time for Squall to get out of the car and never look back.

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TEH AUTHORS NOTE!!!

Poor Squall and his libido. XD btw; -I got that from Music and Lyrics. Good Movie. I recommend it.- It makes me laugh everytime.