HINABN is totally not mine, and I don't claim it. It all belongs to the genius mind of Tessa Stone. Enjoy my craptastic fic, haha.
Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy
Dust was everywhere.
In the air, floating around like flies, stuck to my pants, and caught like spider webs in Hanna's unruly orange tangles. It didn't help the fact that Hanna repeatedly shook his head in a desperate attempt to clean himself, and instead sewed the dust even further into the sea of curls. How was he not sneezing?
ACHOO!
Ah, there it goes. Hanna grinned at me as he readjusted his glasses and dug his arm once again into a box of forgotten things. A small barricade of dusty items circled him, and reminded me vaguely of a moat. "I know it's in here somewhere, haha." He laughed as he pulled out a string of knotted yo-yos and old cereal box prizes. It was so like Hanna to collect things like that.
"How many boxes are left?" Of course, there were hundreds, and of course that was an exaggeration. But looking again at the heap, I didn't think it was. I had offered to help, but Hanna told me he liked doing this kind of stuff, so I sat quietly against his mattress and watched. "Ummm…" He pointed his fingers to the boxes and began to count.
"Well some of them have collapsed, and meshed together. It's really a mystery now. Guess I should have cleaned this up a while ago?" Feeling I should let him work, I nodded and quietly continued my activity of watching his expressions change as he found different trinkets.
"Gnee!"
Hanna jumped up excitedly, and held up the item as someone would to a map to a hidden treasure. "Found it!" He proclaimed, and raced over to his small stereo in the corner of his apartment. I had no clue of what he was looking for, but I got an idea when he switched the stereo on.
'Ooh Love~ Ooh Lover boooy~"
Queen. Of course.
"Come on Galahad! Sing with me!" I don't recall if I was ever a good singer in my past life, but seeing the excited smile on Hanna made me suddenly not care. Standing up, I soon joined him.
'Ooh let me feel your heartbeat
Grow faster, faster
Ooh ooh can you feel my love heat
Come on and sit on my hot-seat of love!'
Hanna was laughing and dancing, and his expression was just so joyous and contagious, that I found myself dancing and laughing along as well. His hands were around mine, and I didn't mind when he accidentally stepped on my feet, he was controlling the dance completely and that was fine with me. After all, I was a good old fashioned lover boy.
End.