“Zell’s a homo.” I said randomly to my fiancé, Squall.
“Where’d you get that from?” He asked just as bored as I was.
“I dunno, he looks the part, and acts it, and sometimes he dresses it too. I stalk him, I should know.” I stated.
He laughed at a thought of Zell in a dress or skirt. “You need a life, other then stalking Zell for fun.” He said, giving me a side hug.
“But it’s too much fun!” I drawled, leaning on his back. “Wanna go stalk him now?” I asked.
“No. No more stalking, I’m starting to think you’re cheating on me.” He said sadly.
“Aww, why d’you think that Sqeak?” I asked, calling him by his pet name.
“I told you, don’t call me that. And because, you’re always stalking Zell and Irvine. How come you never stalk me?” He pouted childishly.
“Aw! So cute when you do that!” I said, pinching his cheek. “And because, it’s no fun stalking you, because you never do anything embarrassing for me to hold as black-mail! You’re no fun Squeak.” I pouted.
“Yet you still said yes.” He grinned.
“Remind me why I did that again, and refused Seifer seven times?” I questioned.
“Because, you know you lurve me.” He replied, lying on the cool grass of the Quad.
“Hm. Are you so sure?” I questioned again, lying on his stomach.
“You’re not the only stalker. I stalked you for a good two months without you knowing. Only place I didn’t follow you was the bathroom and your room.” He smirked at my shocked face.
“Stalker!” I shouted accusingly, lifting my body up to where I was leaning on my arm facing him.
“You’re worse then I am. I did it for a good reason.” He retaliated.
“Curse you and your good points!” I sighed, lazily dropped back down onto his stomach.
A good five minutes of silence passed.
“So…Wanna go stalk Irvine?” I grinned madly.
“Wanna go have sex?” He asked.
“Hmm…Maybe later…Stalk?” I asked.
“Sex?” He asked back.
“Hmm…How about we stalk, the sex after.” I reasoned.
“Deal.” And we were off.
