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Entry tags:
FFVIII: Major
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall, Squall/Zell
Warnings: Squall POV, angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall was sure of it by then. To read other parts of the story, find the timeline here.
"Something's up with you."
I was sure of it by then. I hadn't noticed at first, but Zell steadily got, well, more desperate. More obvious. He was always touching me, not quite like Seifer did; too much to be accidental but not enough to draw any conclusions from.
We sat at 'our' table in the cafeteria. Seifer hadn't shown up, yet; I'd left him sprawled across my bed naked with a smug expression on his face. He'd turn up in a little while, kiss me hello and wrap an arm around me for a minute.
I hadn't liked it when Rinoa expecting me to tolerate such things, but with Seifer it wasn't tolerating.
Maybe, I thought, that's what a relationship is supposed to be like.
Zell still wasn't answering, so I waved a hand in front of his face. "Zell? Hello in there?"
"'m sorry, Squall," he muttered softly, and just as Seifer came across the cafeteria towards us, he stood up, scraping his chair back and running his fingers through his spiked up hair. He left his hotdog sitting there as if eating it would be too much to even think about, and my stomach clenched with worry. I couldn't think what would be so wrong that he'd not feel like eating.
"Somethin' going on, Leonhart?" Seifer asked, raising an eyebrow, looking from me to Zell and back. He didn't seem too surprised, though, and his arm slid around my waist posessively. I could tell he wanted to kiss me, but he knew I wouldn't like it, not when I was trying to talk to Zell.
"Yeah. Something's going on," Zell said softly, and he looked up at me. "I'm in love with you, Squall, and damn it if it doesn't hurt like hell seeing you with someone else all the time. Not that it's your fault, I just, I..."
He fled. And I had no idea what to say to him.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall, Squall/Zell
Warnings: Squall POV, angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall was sure of it by then. To read other parts of the story, find the timeline here.
"Something's up with you."
I was sure of it by then. I hadn't noticed at first, but Zell steadily got, well, more desperate. More obvious. He was always touching me, not quite like Seifer did; too much to be accidental but not enough to draw any conclusions from.
We sat at 'our' table in the cafeteria. Seifer hadn't shown up, yet; I'd left him sprawled across my bed naked with a smug expression on his face. He'd turn up in a little while, kiss me hello and wrap an arm around me for a minute.
I hadn't liked it when Rinoa expecting me to tolerate such things, but with Seifer it wasn't tolerating.
Maybe, I thought, that's what a relationship is supposed to be like.
Zell still wasn't answering, so I waved a hand in front of his face. "Zell? Hello in there?"
"'m sorry, Squall," he muttered softly, and just as Seifer came across the cafeteria towards us, he stood up, scraping his chair back and running his fingers through his spiked up hair. He left his hotdog sitting there as if eating it would be too much to even think about, and my stomach clenched with worry. I couldn't think what would be so wrong that he'd not feel like eating.
"Somethin' going on, Leonhart?" Seifer asked, raising an eyebrow, looking from me to Zell and back. He didn't seem too surprised, though, and his arm slid around my waist posessively. I could tell he wanted to kiss me, but he knew I wouldn't like it, not when I was trying to talk to Zell.
"Yeah. Something's going on," Zell said softly, and he looked up at me. "I'm in love with you, Squall, and damn it if it doesn't hurt like hell seeing you with someone else all the time. Not that it's your fault, I just, I..."
He fled. And I had no idea what to say to him.