~ "Stupid butterflies," he muttered under his breath, grasping his stomach with a gloved hand and hoping for dear life that nobody had heard nor seen that. ~
B. - Butterflies
Squall was heading to the library. Maybe some reading would distract him from his current state, as long as he didn't read some sappy, poorly written romantic story (the thought alone made him want to empty his stomach right then and there). Not that they were his cup of tea, so he didn't have to worry about that one.
If you were wondering what his current state was, it was a five letter word. A name that started with an 'R' and ended with 'inoa.'
Every time their eyes met, she gave him a sugar sweet and warm smile. But she didn't know that that very same smile was slowly killing him from the inside, and there was nothing Squall could do about it.
"Stupid butterflies," he muttered under his breath, grasping his stomach with a gloved hand and hoping for dear life that nobody had heard nor seen that.
He had tried to ignore it several times now, but it just didn't work. The butterflies kept coming back with more and more whenever Rinoa would randomly show up (really, her timing was uncanny). He probably would never get rid of them, too.
Why wouldn't it work? It frustrated him beyond belief.
Something kept bothering the young SeeD, though. How was it possible that a girl he barely knew could make him feel this way, sick, weak, nervous, feverish and yet, still happy at the same time? Maybe he was losing his mind, alright.
...or was this actually how it felt to be in lo-
"No," he muttered, shaking his head unbelieving. "It's not what it looks like! It can't be!"
Several students that passed him in the hallway, gave him a rather weird look, wondering why he was talking to himself, or why he seemed to be so lost, but the anti-social teen paid no attention to them. Either that, or he didn't really notice.
Why was it that he kept thinking of that bubbly girl he didn't know that much, anyway? She wasn't really special. She was short and annoying and...
Charming... beautiful... angelic... mindblowing...
"Stop it!" he hissed, angrily, hating the fact that he couldn't control his own thoughts.
His mood didn't exactly lighten up when he noticed that everyone in the library was looking at him.
Wait, when did he even arrive here? Great, now he also had no idea what he was doing all the time. Could it get worse than this?
"What are you all looking at?" he spat, venomously.
His glare made the other students shrink and quickly look away. Good for them, he thought.
Squall made his way to the shelf where all the thrillers were. Maybe that would occupy his mind for a while.
Stupid butterflies, indeed.
A/N: I hope you like it. Reviews are more than appreciated!