<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20404169</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:05:23.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"We kiss our last kiss, and we leave each other."</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowboysandkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20404169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowboysandkisses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarichy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16476052059393961211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-351.vo.llnwd.net/00395/15/37/395117351_m.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20404169.post-113615131893229257</id><published>2006-01-01T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T18:43:54.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Me Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VIII, or the song "Miss Me Baby" by Chris Cagle. But Issaru is my own character. And no, Issaru has no relation to the character from Final Fantasy X-/X-2. Concidental same name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Miss Me Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When You Hear Our Favorite Song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Miss Me Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And When You Start To Sing Along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Think About All The Times That We Danced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In The Light To It All Night Long, Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then Miss Me Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A sad song filled the nearly empty bar, consisting of a bartender, two tough looking guys, a cowboy in a trench coat, and of course, me. I really didn't belong there, it felt like. I was completely the opposite of the atmosphere. The two tough looking men were drunk off their arses, armwrestling, but the cowboy ignored them completely. His blue eyes were completely unfocused, he seemed to be staring into space. I wasn't sure if he was completely wasted, or if he was just thinking about the words of the song. It was weird. I felt like almost knew him somehow, but I didn't know how I knew him. It just felt like I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Want Me Honey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like You Did The Night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Told Me That You Loved Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We Couldn't Wait Anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Left The Keys In The Door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Took My Hand, Pulled Me Down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On The Kitchen Floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, We Were That Crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The two tough looking guys have passed out. I'm glad, they were so completely hammered that they were becoming increasingly annoying with their vulgar speech and childish games. The cowboy next to me had ordered his fifth whiskey shot, and he started to sing softly along to the radio. His voice was good sounding, almost perfectly matching the singer's. Was he a country singer? Had I gone to one of his concerts when I was still a SeeD? I remember hearing his voice before. His presense was getting stranger and stranger the longer I stayed on my barstool, drinking martinis and trying to find out why the cowboy felt so familiar to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because When He's Holding You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know That It's Killing Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let My Memory Be The Reason, Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That You Can't Sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Every Time You Feel His Touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Pray To God It's Not Enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And That I've Touched Your Heart So Deep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, You Can't Shake Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I Love You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;,Yes I Need You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Me Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I order another martini as the cowboy orders another whiskey shot. It seemed like we'd be matching drinks again. I was on my third martini which could count as 2 shots, while he was on his sixth shot. He turns to me, and for the first time, I actually see his face, and hear his non-singing voice. "Hello miss, I don't believe we've been acquained. The name's Irvine Kinneas." he extends his hand, which I take and shake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Selphie Tilmett." I reply. He suddenly drops my hand, and I know why. I know him. I really do know him. This is no country singer. He's an old friend from SeeD. He used to have the biggest of crushes on me back when we were on the Sorceress Mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Me Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until You Can't Take It No More&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Me Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pack Your Bags And Hit The Door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm A Man, I Was Wrong, Forgive Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come Back Home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll Be Waiting, Right Here Waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Me Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;His crystal blue eyes meet my violet ones, only that color due to color contacts. "'cuse me, but did you just say your name was Selphie Tilmett." I nod, knowing very well that that was my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Weird." he said with a laugh, a combonation of the ironicness of the situation and the alcohol that was clouding both of our minds, "I used to know a girl named Selphie Tilmett. But she had auburn hair that did this flippy thing, and emerald eyes that you could look at for hours, so you couldn't be her. I loved her, tried to show her that, but she ran away with some guy 15 years ago, I think. Haven't seen her since. Not sure I want to see her again, y'know. I'm not exactly the guy I was when I was 19. Plus, she's probably happy with that asshole." he explained to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The weird thing was, the more I was hearing, the more I was convinced that this was the Irvine Kinneas that I'd left all those years ago. He had been describing me, the way I had been when I myself was 19 and I hadn't seen him in 15 years. Everything made sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because When He's Holding You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know That It's Killing Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let My Memory Be The Reason, Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That You Can't Sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Every Time You Feel His Touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Pray To God It's Not Enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And That I've Touched Your Heart So Deep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, You Can't Shake Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I Love You, Yes I Love You, Oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Me Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I stared at him open-mouthed, positive that I was the Selphie he knew about. "Irvine, it's me, Selphie. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the one your talking about in that little story of yours. I grew out my hair and dyed it blond, and I'm wearing color contacts. It's me, Irvine. It's nice to see you." I told him, causing him to nearly drop his shot glass in shock. Luckily, he grasped it at the last moment, and only a tiny bit of liquid overflew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Irvine opened and closed his eyes a few times in disbelief. I took out my contacts case, and removed my contacts. I didn't need them for seeing, I just liked them because I thought they looked neat. Irvine softly touched my hair, like a small child would touch something for the first time. He smelled it, inhaling the scent of the shampoo that I never stopped using. Deciding to make it even more obvious, I removed his signature cowboy hat, and put on a signature Irvine Kinneas facial expression. He smiled, even laughing slightly. I must have been a rediculous sight, but whatever. Did I care? Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He stops laughing, and stares into my now emerald eyes. "It's really you, Sefie." he says, his voice a mere whisper. I nod, giving him his hat back and biting my bottom lip. "But what about Issaru?" his tone is serious, and I know I he deserves a good answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I sighed. I hated talking about Issaru. The past was never an easy subject for me. "We got married in Trabia. Marriage annuled four months later. We just stopped getting along, so we ended it. Nothing more, nothing less." I answered as Irvine nodded in understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Every Time You Feel His Touc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;h&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Pray To God It's Not Enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And That I've Touched Your Heart So Deep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl, You Can't Shake Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I Love You, Yes I Need You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Me Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Irvine looked at me, a surprising thoughtful expression for someone under the influence etched onto his face. "I see." he said plainly, probably thankful that I wasn't with Issaru anymore. "So, is there a significant other anymore." I shook my head no, there hadn't been anyone since Issaru. Even after I moved back to Balamb and Rinoa set me up on a bunch of blind dates, I still didn't find the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The closest thing, however, was sitting on the barstool next to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"You?" I asked him. He shook his head as well. I figured, he took me and Issaru pretty hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I didn't expect him to answer that, but I was suprised when he did. "Well, I did date a little, trying to forget that you and Issaru, but it seemed that that didn't exactly work. So I retired to Galbadia, enlisted in the army, and just recently quit and I'm in the process of finding out what to do for the rest of my life." he answered, his words slurring the slightest bit. The alcohol was definatly getting to the both of us, despite the fact that we hadn't drank anything in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"So..." I said quite dumbly, not know what the say. But of course, Irvine did know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"So, since we're both single, does that mean I can kiss you now?" Irvine asked, with a typical smirk. That was a classic Irvine move, I've seen him do it before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every Time You Hear This Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Me Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Irvine didn't give me a chance to answer. He barely gave me a chance to think as he desended his lips onto mine. His lips were smooth and firm under mine, and his kiss was long and deep. I'd only kissed him once before, when we had just defeated Ultemecia. Squall and Rinoa were giving each other a tonsilectomy on the deck, and Irvine just grabbed me and kissed me. It was brief, only a few seconds, but it got the point across...and confused the hell out of me. But this kiss, it was different. Because this kiss, I knew it would last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~*Fini*~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20404169-113615131893229257?l=cowboysandkisses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cowboysandkisses.blogspot.com/feeds/113615131893229257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20404169&amp;postID=113615131893229257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20404169/posts/default/113615131893229257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20404169/posts/default/113615131893229257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cowboysandkisses.blogspot.com/2006/01/miss-me-baby.html' title='Miss Me Baby'/><author><name>Sarichy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16476052059393961211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://myspace-351.vo.llnwd.net/00395/15/37/395117351_m.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
