This is a present for one of my absolutely best friends for her birthday. It's thanks to her that I'm even here. She is the one that got my hocked on 2x5/5x2 and she is the one the suffered her way through my first attempts of fanfiction. Poor thing, my spelling is bad in my own language so you can imagine how much fun it was to read my version of English (especially since I didn't have a spell check on my computer).

I can't believe that I haven't dedicated any fictions to her before, because as she said, if it wasn't for her, I would still be reading 1x2 and be bored out of my mind.

Normal People Scare Me

Chapter 1

"Where the fuck is he?" Duo hissed to himself as he glared down the snow-covered street. He was so fucking tired of always having to wait for his brother. The guy just couldn't ever be there on time. Duo had tried to outsmart him by showing up twenty minutes later than planed but it didn't help all that much since he was still stuck there waiting like an idiot. He had tried to call him several times only to be met by Solo's unimaginative voice mail: "I'm not here right now, leave your name and number after the beep and I'll call you back."

Duo left only one message: "Where the fuck are you?!" before hanging up. That was almost half an hour ago. He loved his brother, he did, but he didn't trust him to ever be on time.

The worst part was that he didn't have a choice but to wait. He couldn't find his way back on his own because of the simple reason that he didn't know where he lived. He had only been to Solo's apartment a handful of times, once when Solo moved in, then two years later on his brother twenty-fifth birthday and then when he had moved in there, which was yesterday.

Solo had just dropped him off in town with an "I'm just going to swing by work. I'll pick you up at two." Duo should have known that he was going to be in trouble right then.

To make his lousy day even worse, it had started to snow. If there was one thing Duo hated, it was snow. He hadn't known before that he hated snow, but he found out that he did the day before, when he had stepped out of the plane right in the middle of a blizzard. According to Solo, it was just a really heavy snow fall, but Duo knew a snowstorm when he saw one. He had seen them on TV.

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. He really missed his hair, since having hair down over his back really would have helped him keep the warmth. He has been without his braid for about a week now, but Duo still finds himself surprised every time he reaches back to take a hold of it only to find air. Solo had warned him that he was going to regret it, but he hadn't listened, never mind that his brother had done the same thing with his dreads just a few years ago.

But he had been so sick of always having people questioning his hair. He couldn't go anywhere without drawing attention to himself, and he didn't even know how many times someone from the other basket team had grabbed a hold of his braid while they were playing.

Cutting it hadn't been worth it. He missed it like mad, and he just knew that if his mother had still been alive then, she would have cried when she saw his short, modern hair style.

Duo shivered as some snow got blown into his face. So far, this town hasn't made a very good impression on him. There was snow, the neighbors were idiots, the school he was going to enlist in looked like a mental institute, and there was snow. Duo didn't want to live in here, but he didn't have much choice since this was where Solo lived, not to mention worked. He had been so happy when the court finally had agreed to let Solo have custody of him. Apparently, a college student wasn't seen as a very reliable guardian (drunken homophobes on the other hand were just fine), but now that Solo had his degree and had a reliable job, it was a whole different thing.

But why did it have to be so cold? To make things worse, he didn't have any winter clothes, and Solo didn't have the money to buy him any until he got paid. So he was therefore wrapped up in an old black coat of Solo's (too bad that Solo was a bit taller then him because he was practically dragging the thing on the ground) a palestina scarf wrapped around his neck and one of Solo's rock band beanies on his head. It might be warm, but why, god, why did it have to be a Green day beanie? Duo couldn't stand Green day, and if he got 'American idiot' spinning around in his head one more time he was gong to scream. His feet were freezing since Solo didn't have any winter boots in his size and walking around in ankle deep snow with sneakers was such a bad idea. This sucked. And where was Solo? 'Swing by work, my ass.' He thought as he pushed the beanie down further over his ears.

To get the heat up, he tried to jump up and down a couple of times. There weren't a lot of people out to see him, so he couldn't bring himself to care that he probably looked ridiculous. But suddenly, as he landed a little bit to the side, he slipped, and the world tumbled over as he fell backwards. For a second he couldn't decide what hurt more, his head, his ass or his pride.

Probably his ass.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voice asked from above him.

Duo looked to the side and looked straight up at what could only be an angel. A Gothic angel.

A beautiful Chinese boy dressed in all black about his own age was looking down at him with worried dark eyes. Spiked black hair with red highlights framed the beautiful face, and his eyes looked impossibly dark. Or maybe it was just the thick layer of eyeliner that framed his eyes that gave them that impression. What ever it was, it made Duo fall head over heals in love with him.

"Ye- yeah. I'm fine." Duo flinched when he heard the stutter in his own voice. 'Oh no, not now' he thought desperately. His stutter always showed up when he least wanted it, like when he was nervous or scared. This made talking to pretty boys more or less impossible at times.

"Are you sure? You went down kind of hard." The angel questioned.

Duo nodded his acing head slightly from where he was lying. "I'mmm fi- fine," was all he could get out since all his attention had been caught by the small, red, metal ring piercing the other boy's lip. The same ring that was being sucked in and out of that inviting mouth.

"Well you're not going to be if you plan on lying there for long. Come on, do you think you can get up?" The dark boy asked and held his hand out to him.

'If I get to hold your hand I just might be able to fly.' The braided boy thought as he took a hold of the other boy's hand with reverence.

"Are you feeling okay? You look a bit out of it. Maybe you should sit down." The angel suggested and put his arm under his to hold him up. Duo was very grateful since he suddenly felt a bit weak in the knees.

"I'mm, fi- fine. Th- th- thanks." He said at the same time as he cursed his own words since it made the angel let go of him.

The boy took a step back and put his hands in his coat pockets. "Do you have someone you could call to pick you up or something?" Worried eyes looked up at him, and Duo did feel light-headed but he was pretty sure that it had nothing to do with his fall.

"Mmmy, my br- br- br-." Duo sighed in frustration, and he could feel his cheeks growing warm in embarrassment.

The boy smiled. "It's okay, take your time."

Taking a deep breath, Duo tried again. "Mmy br- broth- er is co- com- coming." Duo managed to get out as he forced himself not stare at the beautiful boy.

"That's good. Maybe you should-" He got cut off by the sound of someone getting slaughtered by a chainsaw. The angel fished his cellphone out of his long black leather coat and cut the painful screams off with his thumb.

"Yeah... I'm one my way... I am! I'm just down the street...shut up! Like you're any better." The angel held a hand over the mouth piece and turned to him. "Sorry, I've got to go. I hope you feel better soon, and maybe I'll see you around so-" He cut himself off as he grimaced and held the phone away from his ear. "I'm coming! God, you're such a bitch...yeah, well fuck you... I'd like to see you try you freak." With a small smile directed towards Duo, the dark haired boy walked away while yelling into the phone. Duo was still staring after him when Solo drove up to him, full of excuses.

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The chapters are going to be pretty short but I'm going to be updating a lot more regular then I usually do. The goal is to be done by her birthday.

Many thanks to Galeaya who is beta reading this for me.

Now pleeeeeeeease, tell me what you though about it. -puppy eyes- Please?