SBQ: I was heavily inspired by other authors and a song to write this story. What I tended to find, with Squall x Seifer stories is that Seifer tends to pine after Squall so I decided that I'll try to attempt it, the other way around. I failed as you'll see later.
Squall: It won't work! No one will read your story. I mean nobody would believe that, not even I. Me… pining for him.
Seifer: Hugs the Queen Thank you Queenie!
Rating: PG-13 (for NOW)
Summary: High School fic. Has a theme of obsession from our favourite broody teenager Squall.
NOTE: I think it's pretty much the same as other high school stories except Angry Angel's "Whispered Screams". In my opinion the best story around so read it if you haven't
Main pairing: Eventual Squall x Seifer. So if you DON'T like boy x boy love, then don't bother reading anymore. I don't want stupid reviews about this story being a Yaoi or Shonen-ai. I warned you.
Psychosis Nostalgia
'That sun kissed skin, that golden mane and those dreamy eyes, the colour of an emerald,' the neurotic mind of the seventeen year old couldn't impede the feelings he had towards the object of his affections.
It had never meant to get this serious but soon that minuscule, inkling of feelings grew and grew into a compulsive obsession that the youth could no longer control. It all began with a simple photograph. He had been assigned by the school paper, two and half years ago to take a picture of the rising star of the basketball team. Innocently, he accepted, unaware that the whole course of his life would change, due to that fateful encounter with the blonde Adonis.
Now he wasn't capable of ceasing his need to take pictures of him. It sickened him inside, as to having an unhealthy fascination with another male but as time passed, he learnt more about the blonde and the more he learnt, the more he fell in love with him.
"Squall," a voice cried out. "Are you there?" An arm passed through his vision causing him to come out of his trance.
"Huh?" A hazy reply was received, his eyes twitching instantly. "I'm sorry, Zell."
"Did you even listen to a word I just said?" Anger and annoyance was clearly hinted in his tone.
"Yeah," His ice-blue eyes attempted to prove his innocence but were obviously seen as false.
"Then, what did I just say?" his left eyebrow cocked upwards awaiting a reply.
Sometimes Squall could really dislike Zell. The blonde had his annoying attributes like everyone else but somehow his attributes were slightly more obvious. He hadn't the heart to tell his best-friend that he detested that horrific tattoo that was referred to as an "Artistic Statement". It lay on the left side of his face. When he was asked on his opinion regarding the tattoo, his reply was a simple "Interesting." Therefore he let there be no indication that he loathed or admired his friend's "Artistic Statement." He didn't like to lie to Zell so he'd simply try and give the most neutral replies.
'He normally talks about martial arts, basketball and occasionally girls and since we're just started school. My best bet would be…"
"Basketball," was his reply after a moment of hesitation.
"My bad, you were listening," Zell chuckled. "It just looked like you zoned out…"
"Hey, is that you Squall?" A new sultry voice interrupted their conversation.
His attention turned to Rinoa Heartily, the supposed "babe" of the school. He never personally saw much in her, nor was he fond of her. He could however see why the rest of the male population would be interested in her. Nice tiny frame, big puppy dog eyes, kissable pink lips, silky dark brown hair and of course, big breasts.
'What does she want?'
"Yeah, who else do you expect it to be, the tooth fairy?" Sarcastic as always, something's would never change.
Rinoa brushed it of with a girly giggle. "You look so different…really, really good. I'm surprised I didn't notice you earlier."
Before Squall could retaliate, Zell butted into the conversation fully aware that his best-friend was ready to respond back with a cynical remark. "Sorry to take Squall away from this, riveting conservation but we've to go and sign up for the clubs before all the spaces get taken."
"Oh yeah," Rinoa smiled with utter happiness. "I'm going to head the cheerleading club. I can set you up with any girl you like, Zell."
"Thanks Rinoa, how nice of you?" He smiled falsely as he noticed the cold stare he was receiving from Squall. "But we really need to get going, so we'll see you around." The spiky haired blonde's hand latched onto the other males arm and dragged him away from a potential danger zone.
"See you guys," she waved in flirty manner.
Once the boys were out the girl's audible range, Squall let his anger be known. "Why did you do that? You know she had it coming. She's being tormenting me for years."
"She's hot and she's coming onto you," Zell was now trying to make Squall sound like the insane one, which in a matter of speaking he was…, towards a certain green eyed god.
No one knew of Squall's obsession towards the golden haired male with the sparkling green eyes. Squall had clippings of his hair and even toe and finger nails. With all the junk that he had collected from his muse, he practically had a shrine.
"So," he swept back the chocolate bangs which where in front of his eyes, with his left hand.
"Well, I got to agree with her…you got hot over the summer," Zell finally remarked on the blue-eyed youth's transformational appearance. They continued to walk on to their proceeding destination.
Squall felt that his physical appearance had changed mainly because he didn't have to wear his corrections lenses anymore and his braces had finally come out but other that there wasn't any dramatic changes. Maybe he had been working out a little more than usual but that only to coincide with the man he was in love with, workout regime. His hair was a little longer, so if he really thought about it, his change was little dramatic even if wasn't going to say it.
"I couldn't help it," Squall shrugged it off with is shoulders. His thoughts proceeded back to his short glimpse of the man who had tormented his heart. In Squall's opinion the Greek God Apollo should be wary of Squall's infatuation. He was perfect just as if some Renaissance sculptor had crafted the perfect human male.
"Squall…We're going to be late for the sign-ups?" the ditzy blonde protested due to his lack of patience. He ran up ahead as they approached the gym, the location where they had to sign up for the clubs they wished to participate in.
'Why can't you leave me in peace so I can muse about…' His thoughts were interrupted by a recognisable thud. A basketball bounced right in front of his ice-blue eyes.
"I'm sorry," an approaching voice called out.
'It's him, what do I do? Don't panic! You can do this,' The brunette mentally told himself.
"Seifer," the reproaching blonde with the hideous tattoo yelled. "You and basketball."
A soft chuckle collapsed from his moist pink lips, those lips he had dreamt about touching every night since his eyes bestowed upon his Apollo, the youth that tormented and haunted his insides, Seifer Almasy.
"It was Raijin's fault, you know him and balls are something that don't go together," Seifer snickered at the wit of tongue. His lips curved so smoothly.
"You signing up," Zell questioned the other blonde's presence. Squall meanwhile tried his hardest to regain his composure. He had always dreamt of having a romantic chance meeting with Seifer. He knew Seifer would not recognise him from the time of the photographs, if anything he was sure that Seifer didn't even notice him.
"Yep," he replied in short. "Man, the team is going to bad this year, we've got some real crap players signing up."
"What? You're kidding?" Zell stuttered in disbelief.
'This is one of the times, I really can dislike Zell,' the brunette brooded to himself. There was twang of jealously as he watched the blondes' interaction with each other. Squall could barely speak to Seifer and his best-friend was all buddy-buddy with him.
"I wish I was," his green eyes showed his seriousness regarding the matter. "Half the decent players left last year and the rest got caught up in that scandal. I never knew what it was all about. Coach is all hush about it"
"Squall, you got join up now," Zell's pleading eyes turned to the neglected male.
'Stupid Zell,' Squall fumed within. 'Now you remember my existence, when you need me. Great, Seifer's here at a time like this.''
"Huh? What?" Seifer expressed his confusion as he turned to the direction that Zell had focused his attention too.
"No," the simple word escaped the brunette's lips, he could feel those green eyes on him, those eyes which he usually found himself lost in. His quickly averted his gaze to Zell, making certain that his eyes did not make contact with those green ones.
"Come on, Squall, you're a natural," the quirky blonde pleaded.
"You know, how I feel about basketball," his eyes became cold as his teeth gritted together. 'Just drop it. Seifer's here. I don't want him to know.'
"It's in your genes," Zell blurted without a thought of the consequences, his hands then quickly covered his mouth as he realised at what he'd just done.
"Shut up," Squall shot back instantly. "I'm going to join the art club and photography clubs, clubs that I'm actually interested in."
'Great Seifer must think I'm a right girl, I'm so going to kill Zell,' Squall decided it was best if he quickly fled or walk away in his case from the scene but before he could escape, that voice enraptured him and he responded by looking straight into those eyes.
"Can you play?" his green eyes were fluttering as if he was trying to break himself from a deep thought. His eyes never did that. His voice was smooth and soft.
"Just a little," Squall answered a little too modestly. Squall was great player and he knew it, it was only natural he'd receive the talent that had been bestowed onto his father before him.
Zell let out noise that indicated that Squall was being a little to humble about his talent. Seifer ignored Zell and continued to stare on at Squall as if he was something unique or maybe familiar. "I've never seen you around, how come?"
The brunette was surprised by the sudden turn in conversation; Seifer Almasy was actually talking to him. "I don't know." 'Maybe because ever time your around, I hide. I'm surprised you haven't noticed me stalking you.'
"It's just I would have…" Seifer started but then decided not to bother to finish his sentence. "Why don't you want to play?"
"I just don't want to," he answered blandly, he was in no mood for this. 'I hate you, Zell.' His mind was only focused on how he was coming across to Seifer.
"Your dad's a famous basketball player, isn't he?" Seifer conjugated from what Zell had earlier leaked. The brunette gave no reply so Seifer took his answer as a "yes".
"Who is he?" Seifer asked, expecting an answer of a modest basketball player.
"Nobody big," he replied. "Look, I'm sorry but I've got to sign up for my clubs."
"Squall, your dad is nobody small, for Eden's sake it's Laguna Loire," Zell opened his big mouth again and he knew later Squall was going to make him pay for it. "Sorry."
"Laguna Loire," the green eyed boy gasped in shock. "He's my favourite player. His son has been at my school and I didn't even notice. Why didn't you tell me Zell?"
"Look, don't make a big deal about it, okay," Squall got in before Zell could; he looked around hoping nobody heard the outburst. "I don't want anybody to know."
"Yeah, I totally understand," his smile was unable to fade. "I hear that you guys have got your own basketball court in your house."
"Well, dad likes to practice," Squall simply responded as if it was no big thing. 'This isn't how I wanted to be introduced to him. Man, I'm so going to kill Zell. He probably things I'm a rich kid who whines all the time. He's only interested in me because of Dad. This isn't how…' "Look, I've to goand sign-up."
He was desperate to get away from this scene. He'd finally gotten Seifer's attention but not in the way he hoped. He wanted Seifer to have one look at him and fall in love with him the way he had, now all Seifer was interested in was his basketball heritage. Squall walked away casually, making sure he gave Zell his coldest death stare, as he walked past.
Seifer watched the young male with chocolate bangs walk off. He had the nicest eyes he had ever seen and the most familiar. He didn't know why but he felt a strong attachment to the male as if he'd seen him somewhere before.
"Zell," Seifer murmured, mesmerised by the brunette. The shock was still pulsating within him. 'Laguna Loire of the Balamb T-Rexaurs. Wow!'
"What?" the panicked blonde asked as he thought about the major yelling he was going to receive from Squall later on.
"I want you tell me everything you know about him," his voice was strange. It was confident yet dreamy.
"Why?" the spiky haired one asked confused; something that wasn't rare to him.
"Because, I'm going to make Squall join the team, no matter what," Seifer replied, his eyes gleaming with confidence at his newly self appointed task.
SBQ: What do you think? Do tell! If you don't like, tell me in a diplomatic way, please because if you review in stupid way I'll just reply back in a stupid one. Sorry about any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. I'm British so that may explain some differences in spelling. Please be nice since it is my first Squall x Seifer fic and I'm a pretty new author.
Squall: It's weird I'm not that disgustingly obsessed with Seifer like you said I would be.
SBQ: Snickers Hehe! Wait till you read later on in the story. That's far more disturbing. Everyone will know how weird you are. By the way, it may appear that Seifer is interested in Squall in that way but later on you'll find out because Seifer won't get interested in that way, for a while.
You guys should hear my two year old sister say "Squall" by the way. It's so cute, she says "Quall".
Squall: Queenie, stop giving the plot away.
Seifer: Hugs Queenie I'm so happy. Finally a story about Squall longing for me!
Gippal: You're turning to the perverted side like me, Seifer.
Seifer & Gippal: Dancing happily
Baralai: Sorry about their behaviour.