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Driving with Heero I'm watching him again. I suppose I shouldn't be doing this. He may catch me. He's driving. And I'm just watching. I don't exactly know where we're driving. All I know is we're driving somewhere. Somewhere that isn't here. And somewhere far from here. Our safehouse isn't safe anymore. A safehouse is supposed to be safe right? Well, ours isn't anymore. So we all separated into two groups. The others promised to call us when they found a safe safehouse. We're just driving. I could tell that the others didn't really expect us find a place for us all to stay. It's hot outside today. The air conditioning is on full blast. I study his profile. His hair blows gently in the breeze created by the air conditioning. I'd like to reach over and brush the hair out of his face, but he might shoot me for coming within three feet of his personal space. Then we'd have to stop at a hospital because he'd feel bad for shooting me and the others wouldn't know how to reach us. I hope he would feel bad. Anyway, so his hair is blowing gently and I'd like to brush it out of his eyes. His hands grip the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip. The muscles of his upper arms are flexed and I'd like to reach over and tap him on the shoulder. Then I think I'd ask him exactly why he's driving so fast and what he's driving from. Perhaps he has some inner demons that torture him. Or maybe something in his past is chasing him and he's running from it, trying to make it leave him alone. He hasn't realized yet, like I have, that a person can't run away from their past. I'd like to help him overcome whatever it is that tortures him so much that he has to put himself in danger day in and day out. I just need to know what it is. He'll never tell though. He's far too secretive to release such highly classified information. I think he's caught me looking at him. He's glancing over at me every so often out of the corner of his eye. I know that I should turn away but that would draw more attention to me than needed. I could strike up a conversation with him, but a person can only talk to a brick wall for so long before the whole thing just gets so tedious that you have to either drive your fist into the wall or drop the subject. I could kiss him. But that's only something I do in my fantasies. Fantasies aren't meant to come true I think. Besides, he strikes me as the strictly heterosexual type. He'd be disgusted. Then he'd probably shoot me. That would hurt. So, I guess I'm caught here, left to stare at his profile in dread that he'll turn and face me and perhaps run into another car in the process. I'm rambling now. That's all a person can do when they're caught in headlights and a pair of dark blue eyes are so close to turning around and facing you. Especially when you've always dreamed of staring into those dark blue eyes for an eternity and then falling forwards into them to spend yet another eternity just falling. Then maybe, if you're lucky, you'll be able to spend another eternity merely swimming in them and then another drowning in their depths. That's quite a few eternities, not counting the times when one of those actions take longer than one eternity. He's looking at me now. I'm caught. He knows I've been watching him all this time. I think he's always known that I've been watching. At least now he knows. Now I can stare at him in all his glory and not have to worry about being caught because I'm already caught. "Quit staring at me, Duo." His eyes burn into mine for a moment and then suddenly they're gone. I turn away from him and commence staring out of the window. The passing scenery is always so beautiful. But not more than Heero Yuy. -fin- |