Chapter 2
She looked overjoyed about something, and was practicality glowing.
Looking up, an irritated Squall blinked in surprise, having just been woke up from a little nap. “Uh, what,” he muttered.
Selphie smiled, her short brown hair bouncing as she moved her head, “Hee he, I got the part,” she said, jumping from foot to foot.
“Part?” Squall no longer looked irritated, just confused. Squall stood up, stretching, as he eyed the excited Selphie.
Now it was Selphie’s turn to look irritated, didn’t I tell him about this already, she thought. “I’m the director. Yay! Out of all the people that wanted the part, they picked me.” Okay so I was the only one who wanted the part, put nobody needs to know that, she said to herself. Taking some Garland, that was around her neck, Selphie threw it up, in celebration, Squall guessed.
“Oh,” Squall said now remembering that the Garden was going to be putting on a Christmas play.
“Guess who get’s to be Santa Claus?” Selphie said this with a playfully evil glint in her sky blue eyes.
Squall remained quiet, knowing full well she was talking about him. Somehow she always seemed to drag him into her activities.
Selphie giggled, “fine, I’ll tell you...It’s you!” Selphie laughed at the look on his face, turning to run out of his room. She stopped and called behind her, “now all we need is to find a Misses Claus.”
“Irvine,” Selphie whined, her voice getting high, “you have to, please.” She gave him a cute puppy dog face while handing him three red balls to put on the Christmas Tree they were decorating.
Taking the balls, Irvine shook his head no, ‘Selphie, there must be some girls who’d want this role,” he said, putting one of the balls on the tree.
“Nope, none. Can you believe it,” Selphie said, avoiding Irvine’s eyes. She of course was lying. There were at least two girls who would be good for the role of Missus Claus, but she wanted Irvine to play her. She had a good reason, mind you.
“Sorry, Selphie,” Irvine started to say.
“Please don’t say no. I mean Zell and Seifer are playing elves and Squall agreed to play Santa. So it wont only be you in a strange role.”
Irvine’s head snapped up when he heard Selphie say this, a slight red tent on his cheeks.
“Er, Irvine.”
“What?”
“Your hand.”
Irvine looked down at his hand. “Oh, oopsies," Irvine blushed, way to sound like a little girl, "...I mean ouch.”
“You crushed your poor balls,” Selphie said, her face going red. “I mean, you know...” For some reason Irvine squeezed the two balls he was still holding. Hmm, could he of been thinking about something Selphie has said.
“Ouch,” Irvine repeated, shaking the glass off his hand. One piece was deeply imbedded in his hand. Irvine pulled it out, grimacing at the sight of the blood dripping off of it.
Just at that moment Squall walked by. Both boys eyes met, and Irvine blushed and looked away.
“Irvine,” Squall said walking up to him, taking his hand in his own, “you’re bleeding.”
“Oh, yeah,” Irvine said, his face growing redder, “you know, Selphie here, bleed me to death, till I agreed to something.”
“Agreed,” Selphie whispered, her eyes lightning up, “does that mean...”
“Yes! I’ll do it,” Irvine said blushing. Squall was still holding his hand, both boys blushed and hurried up and let go.
“Yay! Yippie,” Selphie shouted, running past Irvine, giving a push. It was an accident, I’m sure. Okay so maybe she did it on purpose.
“Offh,” Irvine breathed, as he fell against Squall’s chest.
“Hee he,” Selphie laughed as she spied on the two boys. “Phase one complete,” she said with a satisfied smile.
“Okay, now Santa comes out,” Selphie yelled, holding a clipboard and a pen behind her ear.
No one came out.
“Now, don’t be shy!” Selphie said, giggling when Squall finally came out. “Oy,” she bent over laughing, “nice santa hat.”
“Selphie,” Squall said shaking his head, a warning tone in his voice.
“Okay, okay. Sorry,” Selphie said, turning away from Squall and looking at her clipboard. “And next we have Biffa and Bobba come out.”
The two blond elves came out, Seifer of course was grumbling. “Did we have to wear tights,” he asked, looking at his and Zell’s green tights, that showed off everything?
“And pointed shoes with bells,” Zell added, jingling his foot? The two boys really did look comical.
“Of course,” Selphie said brightly, looking at the two boys, suppressing the need to laugh.
“But they make my butt look huge,” Seifer mumbled.
“Nah, your butt looks fine, “Zell said, “but we can see more then we want to.”
“What!” Seifer yelled, turning red. He hurried and put his hands on his backside, looking angry.
“Oops you’re wearing the wrong pair. Zell does your pair feel a bit big?” Selphie asked backing away from the mad and embarrassed Seifer.
Zell nodded yes and Seifer just screamed “what!”
“Sorry,” Selphie told the two boys. “Let’s take a break.”
Ten minutes later found everybody back on the stage and in their right costumes.
“Okay, Biffa, Bobba and Santa...ACTION,” Selphie yelled, blowing the whistle she wore around her neck.
“Er, what’s our lines,” Zell asked looking annoyed. The other two looked annoyed as well.
“Whoops, I knew I forgot something,” Selphie said, grinning sheepishly, as she pulled three scrips out of her clipboard, handing them to the boys.
“Okay, now ACTION,” Selphie yelled, blowing her whistle again.
Looking at their scripts, the three boys groaned. Could this day get any worse, first we look like idiots now we have to sound like idiots, Zell thought. The other boys were thinking along the same lines as Zell.
Taking a deep breath, Zell started.
“Santa, Santa,” Zell yelled, running up to Squall. Zell’s voice had gotten very loud and high.
“Ho, ho, ho, what is it, Booba,” Squall asked in a deep voice, while rubbing his large pillow stuffed belly.
Zell made a confused face, “Boob. No, no Santa. I’m Bobba, not a boob.”
“Poopa,” Squall said, acting as if he was hard of hearing.
Zell made a mad face, “no BOBBA,” Zell yelled, his voice sounding extra loud and squeaky.
Squall nodded, and made a face, “Okay, no need to yell, Doodooa,” he said, rolling his eyes.
Seifer who had not yet had a line was feeling very irritated, “Okay, who’s the insane person that wrote this,” he yelled, shaking his script at Selphie.
Selphie jumped at hearing Seifer yell, and feeling a little irritated herself, she yelled back, “Why does it matter,” Seeing that Seifer was not going to let it go with just that, she sighed, “well Rinoa wrote most of it.” For some reason, she smiled.
All three boys rolled their eyes when they heard this, “Oh of course, now we understand,” Seifer muttered, thinking about how stupid they were all going to look when they preformed this in front of everybody.
“Now shush, ACTION!” Selphie yelled, blowing her whistle extra loud and long, hurting everyone ears, including hers.
Looking back to their scrips the boys continued.
“Ho, ho, now what did you have to say,” Squall asked Zell, putting his hand on Zell’s head, a little to hard, making Zell bite his tongue.
Seifer skipped over to Squall. Yes skipped. “Tee, hee...” Seifer groaned, rolling his eyes, “Tee, hee, he, ha,” Seifer sang in a voice of a three year old child. “Tell him, tell him, Bobba!” Seifer said looking at Zell, rolling his eyes again.
Selphie felt it was about time to bring Irvine in, so she could speed her plan along, and she could tell the boys were having no fun, so she blew her whistle, yelling, “Cut, cut, cut.”
“Okay, now lets move along,” Selphie said, smiling, “Missus Claus,” she yelled.
Nobody but Selphie knew that Irvine was playing the role of Missus Claus, and the three boys eyes went wide when they saw him walk onto the stage.
“Now,” Squall said, looking at Irvine, “that looks sexy,” he whispered, his ears going red.
“Hey, Selphie, since when was Missus Claus a babe,” Seifer yelled eyeing the cute blond.
“Well that’s how Rinoa wrote it. She said Santa had a sexy wife, hence her,” she said pointing at Irvine.
“Oh, Rinoa must be a lezbo,” Seifer said, snickering, while eyeing Irvine’s nicely shaped legs.
“Okay, as much as I’d like to imagine Rinoa being lezzy with her,” Zell said pointing at Irvine, “lets hurry up and finish.”
“Eww,” Irvine said looking sick, “now that’s just disturbing,” he said in a very convincing girly voice. Irvine shyly looked over at Squall, and blushed.
“Okay, Biffa and Bobba, off the stage,” Selphie shouted, shooing the two blond boys away.
Turning back to look at Squall and Irvine, she smirked seeing their obvious interest in each other.
“We’ll go straight to the kissing scene,” she said, beaming when she saw both boys go red.
“Turn to page 33,” Selphie instructed, giving Irvine a script.
“Um, Selphie, should we really be doing this in Christmas play,” Irvine asked, in a high voice?
“Sure, Cid approved it, so what’s the problem,” Selphie said innocently.
“Fine, fine,” Irvine said, sighing. Turning to Squall he began to read his lines.
“Ohh, Santa, my love,” Irvine said, blushing.
“Missus Claus, Ho, ho,” Squall started to say, “don’t you think he’d call her by her first name?”
“STICK WITH THE LINES,” Selphie yelled with her hands on her hips.
“Shesh, what’s crawled up her butt,” Zell muttered, watching from backstage.
“You think maybe she’s trying to please Rinoa by doing her stupid play line for line,” Seifer said, coming up behind Zell.
“Ohh...Eww,” Zell gaged. “You mean...”
“Well duh, why else would she let this play go on,” Seifer replied.
“Quiet you two,” Selphie yelled not quite hearing what the boys were saying.
“ACTION,” she yelled rather loudly.
Both boys groaned, looking at the lines they were to say.
“Oh, I love it when you say, ho, ho, ho,” Irvine said with a fake girly giggle.
For some reason this made Zell and Seifer start to laugh until they were rolling on the floor. They laughed so long, that it made them gasp for air.
Getting uncharacteristically mad, Selphie snatched both boys scripts, and threw them toward Zell and Seifer. Both blonds shut up and blinked in surprise.
“Forget the lines, just skip to the kiss.” All color drained from Irvine and Squall’s face when they heard Selphie say this.
Not quite knowing what to do, Irvine started to tremble in fear.
Squall saw Irvine’s embarrassment and shyness, and smiled a rare smile, “you’ve never been kissed before, huh?”
“What,” Irvine sputtered. He had a big reputation for being a ladies man, but it seemed it was all rumors.
“It’s okay, just close your eyes,” Squall said pulling Irvine close to him.
Irvine gasped as he felt Squall’s soft lips touch his, and he parted his own lips to allow Squall’s tongue access.
Selphie was smirking, while she watched the two boys go at it. Squall’s hands had even found themselfs groping Irvine’s butt. “Hee he, Phase two complete,” she whispered.
“Squall, Irvine,” Selphie said, saying Irvine’s name on purpose, “don’t you two think you should come up for air.”
“IRVINE,” Squall yelled in disbelieve, taking his hand off of Irvine’s backside.
“Yeah, you didn’t know,” Selphie said, “no girl wanted the role. So I begged Irvine to do it.”
Irvine frowned and backed away from Squall, tears in his frightened eyes, “sorry, Squall. She told me you knew.” Irvine threw his wig on the ground and ran out the stage doors.
Squall’s glare softened as he watched the clearly upset Irvine run away.
“Squall, you should go after him,” Selphie whispered, saddened that her plan seemed to backfire.
Eyes going wide, Squall touches his lips, “Maybe I will.”
“Really,” Selphie asked smiling?
“Yeah. How did you know before I did,” Squall asked confused at how Selphie knew of his feelings before he did? Squall still wasn't sure what these feelings were.
“Well I knew he liked you and I thought just maybe that, you know...” Selphie said.
“Thank you,” Squall said, running after Irvine.