A lot of you are probably thinking that
this fic has already been posted and it has.But I had it under a seperate
account,now it
isn't.
The
Little Things
I'm watching him again in his
simple beauty. A thing that I had noticed instantly about him, something that I
had actually lost sleep about, just wondering how he gets his hair to smell so
good.
It's simple,and almost stupid but it's true,the small things DO make
up life.
He did have spent of small things about him, the way he laughed
and his eyes twinkled when he was about to cry.
Great, I'm thinking about him crying again. Something I cannot
bare to watch.
Don't get me wrong I had seen him cry more times than I can
count, but it still hurts me inside to see someone so innocent in pain.
Is that the only reason I'm really attracted to him? The subtle
innocence about him that comes out, the innocence that makes you want to hug
him, or maybe even more at so many occasions.
He probably doesn't even notice. Notice the little things he
does that makes him so amazing to watch. Like what he's doing right now,
watering the plants, not realizing that my eyes aren't really set on the book I
grabbed from his library.
He just left, I don't know what to do so I stretch out on the
lawn chair I'm in right now and let the cool summer breeze run through my hair.
He told me once that summer was his favourite season, how I remember such a
small detail I do not know. He intrigues me, with everything he does.
Almost like a scientist watches a specimen in the wild, I study
him. Memorizing everything about him, every hair, every memory I can get before
the inevitable time of our depart arrives. I've know it, I wont be here much
longer. The war just ended a few weeks ago and he offered to let me stay here
before I go back to the circus.
It's strange but I think it all started one night on
Peacemillion when I was up late studying files on the new mobile dolls. That's
when he came to me.
( start flashback..)
"Hot chocolate?" He surprised me but of course I did not show it
and I did not acknowledge him. He ignored me and set down a tray with two mugs
of a hot,brown,steaming liquid.
"What's this?" I asked sounding much dumber than I had
originally intended. He chuckled softly and took a sip. I noted the strange
amounts of marshmallows he had plopped into his, making it seem to be just a cup
of brown, cooked sugar.
"It's hot chocolate silly! Try some!" He took another large sip
and I stared on at him oddly as if it was the oddest thing I had ever seen. I
took an apprehensive look at it once more but I tried it. It was a little too
hot, but the chocolate tickled my tongue and I remained silent for a long time
after the sip. Quatre's gaze began to bore into my skull, waiting for some sign
that I liked it.
"It's good." I stated simply, but it seemed to please the boy
before me. I had never had hot chocolate before and I think Quatre had just
hooked my on the rich, creamy drink.
I had tried a little more the next morning, but I had failed
miserably trying to make it myself, luckily Quatre offered to show me how. How
to boil the water just right, and that you need to triple the chocolate, sugar,
and marshmallows.
(end flashback)
It's small things like that, small things I enjoy.
But the small things make up life. -Trowa Barton
