A/N: Well, I own Little Lady a 5xS fic (she baught me buncha bingo tickets
and a coke at a carnival, and I said I'd write her one for it. :D), so here
ya'll are! ^-^
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. ;_;
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The Fifth Wheel - Chapter 1
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You know, if you would have told me a couple of years ago that I would be best friends with four gay guys, I wouldv'e probably started ranting and raving about 'men with no honor' and 'the injustice of it all'.
If you would have told me that I was madly in love with someone, I would have laughed in your face. 'Me? In love? Hah! I don't need such weak emotions.'
And if you would have told me I was too much of a coward to tell the person how I feel, I would've called myself a weakling and then I would probably go pray to Nataku for strength.
I know what you're thinking: 'What a prick!' Well, you're not far off.
But hey, I do give myself some credit for improving. When I did learn of Quatre and Trowa's relationship, as well as Heero and Duo's, I accepted them and was more than happy that they found and loved eachother. But sometimes, I feel so left out and lonely; like I was destined to be a loner my whole life. Cars only have four wheels, they would look ridiculous with five.
Which brings us to my problem.
Yes, I'm in love with someone. I don't mean 'Oh, you're so cute! Let's go out!' love, I mean real love. The kind the other pilots share. At first, I beat myself up (mentally, not physically) for it. I would always tell myself: "You're in the middle of the war. Petty feelings like love shouldn't get in your way!"
But it did get in the way. I may not have shown it, but I thought about her all the time. From the first time we met she captivated me with her courage and strength. When the war ended, I had learned from my friends that love brought so much joy and happiness, and I was determined to tell Sally Po that I loved her.
Well, throw that idea out the window and run it over with that four-wheeled car.
Yep. Chang Wufei; Gundam pilot, martial artist, proclaimer of honor and justice, is afraid. Afraid of rejection. Afraid of a woman.
In the words of Maxwell: "Thats fucked up."
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TBC....
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. ;_;
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The Fifth Wheel - Chapter 1
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You know, if you would have told me a couple of years ago that I would be best friends with four gay guys, I wouldv'e probably started ranting and raving about 'men with no honor' and 'the injustice of it all'.
If you would have told me that I was madly in love with someone, I would have laughed in your face. 'Me? In love? Hah! I don't need such weak emotions.'
And if you would have told me I was too much of a coward to tell the person how I feel, I would've called myself a weakling and then I would probably go pray to Nataku for strength.
I know what you're thinking: 'What a prick!' Well, you're not far off.
But hey, I do give myself some credit for improving. When I did learn of Quatre and Trowa's relationship, as well as Heero and Duo's, I accepted them and was more than happy that they found and loved eachother. But sometimes, I feel so left out and lonely; like I was destined to be a loner my whole life. Cars only have four wheels, they would look ridiculous with five.
Which brings us to my problem.
Yes, I'm in love with someone. I don't mean 'Oh, you're so cute! Let's go out!' love, I mean real love. The kind the other pilots share. At first, I beat myself up (mentally, not physically) for it. I would always tell myself: "You're in the middle of the war. Petty feelings like love shouldn't get in your way!"
But it did get in the way. I may not have shown it, but I thought about her all the time. From the first time we met she captivated me with her courage and strength. When the war ended, I had learned from my friends that love brought so much joy and happiness, and I was determined to tell Sally Po that I loved her.
Well, throw that idea out the window and run it over with that four-wheeled car.
Yep. Chang Wufei; Gundam pilot, martial artist, proclaimer of honor and justice, is afraid. Afraid of rejection. Afraid of a woman.
In the words of Maxwell: "Thats fucked up."
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TBC....