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"Well what else are you going to do? The only thing you two have never tried to do is make each other laugh. You've fought tooth and nail since before even I knew you, you've made out whilst drunk several times and both still claim you aren't gay and don't like each other-"
"I don't like him! He started it every time and being pinned to a wall doesn't leave much manoeuvring room, you know." Hayner interrupted Olette, who rolled her eyes. "Besides, what's the point in trying to make each other laugh when we don't even like each other? And he laughs at me enough anyway…"
"Well at least try. Look, Fuu's talking to him as well, so maybe you two can at least try to get along for once. Who knows? You might like it." Olette shrugged.
"I could never like spending time with him." Hayner hissed vehemently.
"Unless he has his tongue down your throat and his hand in your pants like on Saturday." Olette raised an eyebrow, hands on hips. Hayner glared at the yellow water tank to his left, refusing to look at her. "Look… Hayner… If you like him, it's ok. Roxas won't mind, I don't mind, and Pence would probably just be glad that we're all getting along for once."
"I don't like him." Hayner insisted. Olette shrugged.
"If you say so. Anyway, we're going over there now. If you wanna come, then get moving."

   Three hours later, two and a half of which had been spent at Seifer's house, Hayner was beginning to loosen up and let himself have fun at his arch nemesis' party. It was, surprisingly, not a 'house party', which Hayner had been half-expecting and dreading, as recently those had all ended with Seifer's hands, as Olette had so succinctly put it, in his pants. Instead, it was more of a get-together of friends, and Hayner used the term 'friends' very loosely, as they were nothing of the sort, he and Seifer. A few drunken make-out sessions meant nothing.
   So far, they'd had a few (underage) drinks; just enough to get them slightly buzzed, and had played a series of games, including 'Are You Nervous' (Hayner had been determined to win that, but lost his nerve when Seifer's hands started inching into his shorts again), 'Smile If You Love Me' (he never wanted to see that much of Fuu again; she was quite ruthless), and a few rounds of Spin the Bottle (he'd been the only one made to kiss everyone in the group – the others had all gotten away with up to three).
   And now they were bored. And bored, buzzed teenagers is not a good thing.
"Let's tell jokes." Pence suggested. Seifer snorted but shrugged and Rai immediately launched in with,
"A man walked into a bar. Ouch." There were a few sniggers, and Olette giggled on the teal sofa, arm dangling over the edge as she responded with,
"What do you call a woman in the distance?"
"Dot." Fuu answered shortly. "Man with a seagull on his head."
"Cliff." Seifer said boredly. Then he brightened up a little. "Hey, Chickenwuss, have you heard the one about the three wells?" Hayner shook his head. "No? Well, well, well…" Hayner rolled his eyes with a chuckle.
"That sucked." He informed him.
"I know, that was kind of the point." Seifer scowled at him for a moment, leaning back against an armchair. Hayner sighed and tried to think of what few jokes he knew.
"Uhh… There were three guys lost in the desert, dying of thirst, and all but given up hope. They saw some market stalls in the distance and tried to ignore what they thought was another mirage. As they got closer, they saw that it was real. They went to the first stall and begged for a cup of water;
'We will pay you any sum for water, please, water!', but the man replied,
'I am sorry, I have no water, only jellied fruits.' So they moved onto the next one.
'Please, please, we will pay anything, let us have some water!'
'I am sorry, but I only have sponge mix.' The man replied. So they went onto the third one and asked for water there too, but the response was,
'I am sorry, but I only have vanilla custard.' And so they moved on, wearier and even more hopeless than before, until one of the men stopped and said,
'I say, that was a trifle bazaar.'" Seifer laughed at that for a while, and Hayner had a tiny, triumphant feeling for the next few minutes.
   He looked up and saw Olette smirking at him. He sighed and rolled his eyes at her good-naturedly. She'd been right – it was fun to make Seifer laugh.

   And in his loosened state of mind, he no longer worried so much that he might be attracted to the older blonde; what would be, would be, and he was just going to go with the flow.

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"Well what else are you going to do? The only thing you two have never tried to do is make each other laugh. You've fought tooth and nail since before even I knew you, you've made out whilst drunk several times and both still claim you aren't gay and don't like each other-"
"I don't like him! He started it every time and being pinned to a wall doesn't leave much manoeuvring room, you know." Hayner interrupted Olette, who rolled her eyes. "Besides, what's the point in trying to make each other laugh when we don't even like each other? And he laughs at me enough anyway…"
"Well at least try. Look, Fuu's talking to him as well, so maybe you two can at least try to get along for once. Who knows? You might like it." Olette shrugged.
"I could never like spending time with him." Hayner hissed vehemently.
"Unless he has his tongue down your throat and his hand in your pants like on Saturday." Olette raised an eyebrow, hands on hips. Hayner glared at the yellow water tank to his left, refusing to look at her. "Look… Hayner… If you like him, it's ok. Roxas won't mind, I don't mind, and Pence would probably just be glad that we're all getting along for once."
"I don't like him." Hayner insisted. Olette shrugged.
"If you say so. Anyway, we're going over there now. If you wanna come, then get moving."

   Three hours later, two and a half of which had been spent at Seifer's house, Hayner was beginning to loosen up and let himself have fun at his arch nemesis' party. It was, surprisingly, not a 'house party', which Hayner had been half-expecting and dreading, as recently those had all ended with Seifer's hands, as Olette had so succinctly put it, in his pants. Instead, it was more of a get-together of friends, and Hayner used the term 'friends' very loosely, as they were nothing of the sort, he and Seifer. A few drunken make-out sessions meant nothing.
   So far, they'd had a few (underage) drinks; just enough to get them slightly buzzed, and had played a series of games, including 'Are You Nervous' (Hayner had been determined to win that, but lost his nerve when Seifer's hands started inching into his shorts again), 'Smile If You Love Me' (he never wanted to see that much of Fuu again; she was quite ruthless), and a few rounds of Spin the Bottle (he'd been the only one made to kiss everyone in the group – the others had all gotten away with up to three).
   And now they were bored. And bored, buzzed teenagers is not a good thing.
"Let's tell jokes." Pence suggested. Seifer snorted but shrugged and Rai immediately launched in with,
"A man walked into a bar. Ouch." There were a few sniggers, and Olette giggled on the teal sofa, arm dangling over the edge as she responded with,
"What do you call a woman in the distance?"
"Dot." Fuu answered shortly. "Man with a seagull on his head."
"Cliff." Seifer said boredly. Then he brightened up a little. "Hey, Chickenwuss, have you heard the one about the three wells?" Hayner shook his head. "No? Well, well, well…" Hayner rolled his eyes with a chuckle.
"That sucked." He informed him.
"I know, that was kind of the point." Seifer scowled at him for a moment, leaning back against an armchair. Hayner sighed and tried to think of what few jokes he knew.
"Uhh… There were three guys lost in the desert, dying of thirst, and all but given up hope. They saw some market stalls in the distance and tried to ignore what they thought was another mirage. As they got closer, they saw that it was real. They went to the first stall and begged for a cup of water;
'We will pay you any sum for water, please, water!', but the man replied,
'I am sorry, I have no water, only jellied fruits.' So they moved onto the next one.
'Please, please, we will pay anything, let us have some water!'
'I am sorry, but I only have sponge mix.' The man replied. So they went onto the third one and asked for water there too, but the response was,
'I am sorry, but I only have vanilla custard.' And so they moved on, wearier and even more hopeless than before, until one of the men stopped and said,
'I say, that was a trifle bazaar.'" Seifer laughed at that for a while, and Hayner had a tiny, triumphant feeling for the next few minutes.
   He looked up and saw Olette smirking at him. He sighed and rolled his eyes at her good-naturedly. She'd been right – it was fun to make Seifer laugh.

   And in his loosened state of mind, he no longer worried so much that he might be attracted to the older blonde; what would be, would be, and he was just going to go with the flow.