A Moment In Time ~ Duo
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Sometimes even I think I talk too much. But I can't help it, I've got a lot to say. Or something. It doesn't really matter. Even if nothing I have to say is important, he still listens to me. I'm probably boring him out of his mind, but he listens anyway, because he cares. Though, sometimes I feel like taking that laptop and crushing it under Deathscythe's foot; then he'd give more attention to me. How stupid, I'm jealous of a machine. Besides, it's important for him to finish his work. That way he can be free later. Even though I'd put it off if I were him, to spend this wonderful warm day rolling in the grass with him, he's not a procrastinator like I am. He works hard to make sure I'm safe and to provide for me, because he loves me.
At least, I think he does. Even though he hasn't said it, I'm sure he loves me, he just has a hard time saying it. If he didn't love me he wouldn't spend so much time with me; wouldn't do for me the things he does. If he didn't care he wouldn't hold me like that or make love to me like he does; he wouldn't brush my hair out for me (I love it when he does that), or do any of the other little things he does. Yeah, I'm sure he loves me.
Then why does he hit me?
I've just got to learn when to keep my big mouth shut. My sense of humor must be off. Joking about letting Trowa join us? What was I thinking?! And right after he told me he thought Trowa was watching me? I must be stupid. Although . . . Well, he didn't have to punch me in the face . . . I've just got to learn to shut up.
And what about Trowa? Watching me? Heero must be nuts. Why would Trowa be interested in a talkative loudmouth like me? As far as I know, I figured him and Quatre were hooking up. Quatre sure seems happy enough when he's around. And they make such a cute couple! Trowa needs someone like Quatre; someone with a sunny smile and a bright personality.
Anyway, I told them I fell and hit my cheek on a doorknob, and they all seem to believe it just fine. No need to make anyone feel bad.
My throat feels dry so I take a drink of my lemonade. Actually, I think it's just an excuse to stop talking for a minute, because I seem to have run out of things to say. But if I can't think of anything, I'll just make something up. It's better than leering silence. When it's quiet people have time to think. When I'm silent memories surface in my mind, memories I don't want to remember right now. So I'll find something to say. I'm an expert at rambling on and on about anything and everything.
After setting my glass down I look up and see Trowa. He looks very . . . Trowa-ish. In other words, he looks like a stone. A very attractive stone, but a stone nonetheless. Like an emotionless rock. Maybe he's bored. To be friendly I wave to him, and give him one of my biggest, friendliest smiles, just to brighten his day up a bit (I like making people feel happy). And he raises his hand a bit to let me know he's aware I'm alive. That's a shocker, I didn't expect even that much of a reaction. Guess he's in a good mood after all. Must be this beautiful weather. Too bad his facial expression didn't change any; I'd love to see him smile sometime.
Aww . . . And look at the way he glances at Quatre. Ok, so his face still hasn't changed any; but I'm sure he's thinking about the cute little Arabic. I can't help but feel happy for them as I restart my conversation with Heero. It's good that Trowa has someone who cares about him. Heero is definitely crazy, thinking subtle Trowa could have a thing for me, of all people. Anyone can see those two were made for each other.
But, poor Wufei. He doesn't have anyone. Sometimes I worry about him being lonely. (But secretly I think he's in love with his Gundam!) Oh, well. I'm sure he'll find someone someday. Then he'll know the happiness I feel when I'm with Heero. And the happiness Quatre feels when he's with Trowa.
Someday we'll all be happy . . .