AUTHOR'S NOTE!!!!!! This is an AU. Relena Peacecraft was never famous. She grew up with a fairly rich family in South Carolina (I used to live there! Hehe). She graduated highschool and college at top of the class. She than went on to become a surgeon and live in Pennsylvania. Heero Yuy grew up in an average-class family, living in North Carolina. He, too, graduated at top of his class in both highschool and college. He moved to Pennsylvania and eventually become a famous Tennis star.
DISCLAIMER!!!!!! I don't own any characters, names, and songs-unless otherwise mentioned. I'm broke. I spent the last of my money on seeing the movie Josie and the Pussycats.
Unexpected
Relena came home from a long day in the ER, and stripped into a cotton nightgown. She then turned on the TV and grabbed a can of Pringles, ready to settle for a relaxing evening of old movies. Unfortunately, nothing was on, so she went into her room and changed into cotton shorts and cotton T-shirt. Grabbing her racket and tennis balls, she headed out the door. "It may be nine o'clock at night, but at least I'll have the courts to myself." She spoke, hopping into her seabring convertible. "I could really use a few hours to work off some pent-up stress."
When she arrived, she didn't find what she expected. Instead, a young man practiced alone in the light of the lamps. With a closer look, Relena realized that young man was Heero Yuy. 'The' Heero Yuy. A gasp escaped unwantingly past her lips. He was even more handsome in real-life.
At the sound of a gasp, Heero turned around; realizing his peaceful time without screeching girls was over. But when he turned around, he was met by a young woman who appeared to be about his age, and also appeared the most attractive woman he had ever seen.
"I'm so sorry to bother you, Mr. Yuy. I'll just use the other side." Relena whispered, blushing and walking toward the other side of the practice wall.
Heero had never seen this before. Instead of screaming or passing out, she just walked past him with an apology. It was a welcomed change. He had a sudden urge to get to know this woman better. "Actually," she stopped in her tracks, not turning around. "I could use a partner for the courts." She didn't turn around. A twinge of nervousness flickered in his eyes. What if she said no!
"I couldn't. I… unfortunately, I'm not very good at tennis." Still, she didn't turn around.
"That's okay. You only get better from practice." She had to play with him. He just had to get to know her better!
"Well, I suppose I could. But you have to promise not to laugh at me!" She grinned, turning around to face him so that her perfect face was illuminated by the night-lights.
Heero held his breath. She looked like a goddess. He had never felt this way about anyone ever before. Especially not this quickly. "Great!"
Heero couldn't help it. He was quickly being drawn into this girl. She played as well as he did, if not better. When he commented on her ability, she simply blushed and denied it. Now they were done and walking to their cars.
"Well, it was a wonderful pleasure meeting you, Mr. Yuy. I will be sure to attend your next match!" that grin was infectious! She packed her things into the trunk of her car, and walked to the driver's side. Heero rushed to open the door for her. She blushed and smiled her thanks. "Goodbye."
"Um…" he had suddenly forgotten how to talk.
"Yes?"
"Um…I was wondering if could have your number? Maybe we could get together sometime?" He was looking at his feet.
Supposing he did this to all girls, but never spoke to them again, she reached into her purse to grab a pen. She reached out for his hand, but he instinctively pulled away. "I was just going to write my number on your hand. I don't have any paper," she explained, grabbing his hand and jotting down her phone number on his palm.
Relena pulled out of the parking lot, leaving behind a startled Heero. She didn't notice, though. She was lost in her own thoughts. She had touched lots of guys before, and never before had she felt the shock she had with Heero. For a moment, she allowed herself how wonderful it would be if he really were to call her. She grinned, pulling into the driveway of her two-story Victorian style home.
"Oh, it's later than I thought!" she looked at the kitchen clock and saw that it read 12:05 a.m., "I better get to bed. My shower will have to wait until later. Boy, am I lucky that I don't have to work on Saturdays!" She exclaimed to herself while climbing into her nightgown once again, this time falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
DISCLAIMER!!!!!! I don't own any characters, names, and songs-unless otherwise mentioned. I'm broke. I spent the last of my money on seeing the movie Josie and the Pussycats.
Unexpected
Relena came home from a long day in the ER, and stripped into a cotton nightgown. She then turned on the TV and grabbed a can of Pringles, ready to settle for a relaxing evening of old movies. Unfortunately, nothing was on, so she went into her room and changed into cotton shorts and cotton T-shirt. Grabbing her racket and tennis balls, she headed out the door. "It may be nine o'clock at night, but at least I'll have the courts to myself." She spoke, hopping into her seabring convertible. "I could really use a few hours to work off some pent-up stress."
When she arrived, she didn't find what she expected. Instead, a young man practiced alone in the light of the lamps. With a closer look, Relena realized that young man was Heero Yuy. 'The' Heero Yuy. A gasp escaped unwantingly past her lips. He was even more handsome in real-life.
At the sound of a gasp, Heero turned around; realizing his peaceful time without screeching girls was over. But when he turned around, he was met by a young woman who appeared to be about his age, and also appeared the most attractive woman he had ever seen.
"I'm so sorry to bother you, Mr. Yuy. I'll just use the other side." Relena whispered, blushing and walking toward the other side of the practice wall.
Heero had never seen this before. Instead of screaming or passing out, she just walked past him with an apology. It was a welcomed change. He had a sudden urge to get to know this woman better. "Actually," she stopped in her tracks, not turning around. "I could use a partner for the courts." She didn't turn around. A twinge of nervousness flickered in his eyes. What if she said no!
"I couldn't. I… unfortunately, I'm not very good at tennis." Still, she didn't turn around.
"That's okay. You only get better from practice." She had to play with him. He just had to get to know her better!
"Well, I suppose I could. But you have to promise not to laugh at me!" She grinned, turning around to face him so that her perfect face was illuminated by the night-lights.
Heero held his breath. She looked like a goddess. He had never felt this way about anyone ever before. Especially not this quickly. "Great!"
Heero couldn't help it. He was quickly being drawn into this girl. She played as well as he did, if not better. When he commented on her ability, she simply blushed and denied it. Now they were done and walking to their cars.
"Well, it was a wonderful pleasure meeting you, Mr. Yuy. I will be sure to attend your next match!" that grin was infectious! She packed her things into the trunk of her car, and walked to the driver's side. Heero rushed to open the door for her. She blushed and smiled her thanks. "Goodbye."
"Um…" he had suddenly forgotten how to talk.
"Yes?"
"Um…I was wondering if could have your number? Maybe we could get together sometime?" He was looking at his feet.
Supposing he did this to all girls, but never spoke to them again, she reached into her purse to grab a pen. She reached out for his hand, but he instinctively pulled away. "I was just going to write my number on your hand. I don't have any paper," she explained, grabbing his hand and jotting down her phone number on his palm.
Relena pulled out of the parking lot, leaving behind a startled Heero. She didn't notice, though. She was lost in her own thoughts. She had touched lots of guys before, and never before had she felt the shock she had with Heero. For a moment, she allowed herself how wonderful it would be if he really were to call her. She grinned, pulling into the driveway of her two-story Victorian style home.
"Oh, it's later than I thought!" she looked at the kitchen clock and saw that it read 12:05 a.m., "I better get to bed. My shower will have to wait until later. Boy, am I lucky that I don't have to work on Saturdays!" She exclaimed to herself while climbing into her nightgown once again, this time falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
