POV - APOLLO
When I shut my eyes at night I saw her standing there; tongue out, head cocked, and tapping lightly on that 'Trucy blue' silk hat of hers.
I don't know what to call it. The mental image, that is. It's just burnt into my mind, as if I saw it one too many times. But in total honesty, I don't remember seeing her do that, besides one time. I could feel my face get hot with anger - or maybe envy? - when I thought about it, too. And to think that him and me made a good team.
The little head knock she did...it was when Klavier spoke to her for the first time. She thought that he was a prince. Heh. Far from it. But I hated the fact that I was possibly...jealous. But it was strange...I don't remember feeling anything for her.
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"I'm Apollo justice, and I'm fine!"
5:45 AM. Already up and testing my Chords of Steel. It wasn't that bad considering the time. I repeated my chant. "I'm Apollo Justice, and I'm-!"
"Not going to have a place to live if he doesn't shut up!" Trucy yelled groggily from her bedroom, the room next to mine. She threw something against the wall. And it was heavy. I could only one thing; if Trucy was mad, I could only imagine what Mr. Wright was like. I heard someone's footsteps nearing my door. Oh, crap.
"God dammit, Apollo!" Mr. Wright stormed, bursting my door open. "Can you shut the hell up so I can get some sleep!?" He roared. I braced myself for a punch. Or a concussion. I was frozen in place.
"Y-yes, sir," I said trembling. "Please don't hurt me..."
His reply was a familiar, "Oh, I'm not that nice," he ended the sentence weakly when he took everything in.
I was being yelled at by Phoenix Wright, and I was in my boxers.
And so was he.
A silence filled the room. My face got hot and then I heard a door open and shut. Jesus, this day can only get better. Mr. Wright and I turned to the bedroom door. And if things couldn't have gotten more awkward, Trucy walked in, dressed in a tank top and track pants. She seemed stunned. I could understand, though. Wouldn't you be appalled if you found your father, dressed in only a t-shirt and boxers, in the same room with another man ten years younger, wearing the same apparel? Traumatizing, I would imagine. It was for me, anyway, and I was the guy ten years younger!
She managed to get out a single, "...Daddy...?"
Mr. Wright gaped at her with an expression I have never seen before. His mouth was open as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the right words. He finally just told her bluntly what she needed to hear. "Trucy, I'm not gay," he said, like he needed to give her an explanation.
But I'm not complaining.
"It's not you exactly who I'm worried about," she replied. And then in a quieter voice, "Polly disturbs me, Daddy."
"Me, too," he whispered back.
Hello, I'm Apollo and I'm standing right next to you! I stood there, staring at the two of them, waiting for them to notice. But they didn't.
"Okay, boys. I'm going back to sleep. You guys should, too...or put some clothes on, please..." she said, walking out the door, her track pants making a whisping sound as she walked away. I looked at my boxers. The had bunny rabbits on them. What's wrong with that? But then I looked at Mr. Wright's. They were black with red 'objection!'s all over them. I sighed.
"Apollo?"
"Yeah?" I replied, admiring the color of his boxers.
"Do you mind directing your attention elsewhere?"
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Not my best work. I am ashamed of this story. ;_; By the way, it's not done. ^.^; Review please~