Pretty
DISCLAIMER - I really don't own Gundam Wing.
A/N - Again, couldn't help myself.
Chapter 2 - A Gazillion
Duo POV
I look back at the boy in my hand as we burst into the open air and he's… laughing.
Need I mention that he's pretty?
How did I never notice how absolutely gorgeous he was before?
And why is he laughing like that? I'm gonna run into a ditch if he keeps it up because it's causing a sensation to bubble up and tingle down around my legs. They're getting weaker with every outburst of pure exhilaration from the boy.
"Duo!" I hear him gasp through laughter. "Duo, where are we going?" He throws out, still laughing and I realize that I don't know the answer to that.
God, even his laugh is pretty.
I look around at my whereabouts and find that I've run to the back of the church in the parking lot. The sound of a gazillion footsteps and a gazillion clicking camera's start rounding on my ears and I feel another panic attack coming on.
I don't even have a chance to think when suddenly my arm is being pulled and I literally fly into a bush.
I land in a heap, kinda shocked from the sudden turn of events in the last 3 minutes.
Ah yes, I'm in the infamous bush in the church parking lot. Not to mention that I'm there alone with the boy of my dreams.
Come to think of it, I've never had a dream about a boy before. I wonder what it would be like to have a dream about Heero. Running away with him from my wedding and hiding in a bush only to have 'true loves' first kiss…
Oh shit, that's not a dream! That's reality!
Great, now my heart is pounding a gazillion miles a minute. Does this mean I gotta kiss him? I just found out that I was gay about a minute ago, I don't if I'm ready for that kind of commitment yet!
And yet, when I look to him, I find some differences from my quick daydream. For one: I could kiss the hell out of that pouty little mouth of his.
Whoa, where'd that come from? Oh well, I mean I did just run out of the wedding of the month with my best friend trailing behind me.
For two: We're not alone and I think they've been trying to whisper to me this whole time. Whoops! Gotta get my head back in the game.
"…come to my place." I hear my, one and only, English teacher Mr. Barton, explaining to Heero.
Apparently it was Mr. Barton who pulled us into the bush. Man I really was freaking out.
The last time I freaked out this bad was… okay so I freaked out a gazillion times a day. But the first time I freaked out this bad was right after Heero Yuy, Hero of mine, saved me from Wuffers McGee and his jealous ponytail in fifth grade.
Heero saved me from punching that kid. Or should I say he saved that kid from getting punched. He told Wuffers McChang off and pointed things out about the colors of the sweater making me look better. It was a hideous sweater, but the way he explained the colors on me made me love that sweater.
"The orange and red mixed together make his skin tone, especially, glow as if sun kissed. And the purple cross stitching around the edges makes his eye's that much deeper. And you can't complain Wufei, just because you're jealous of his hair. It's not his fault you decided to cut yours, is it?"
That's what he had said. Wufei had stuck his nose up in the air and walked off in a huff. He's such a jerk sometimes. Though he did become part of our group later on, but that along with other things will need to be explained later.
Heero helped me up and walked to class with me without uttering another word. I was always a little careful around him because he scared me, but I followed him like a puppy after that. No one got to him, not even me.
Or so I thought.
"Why are you following me?" He asked me one day without even looking at me.
"Because you're cool." I said. "You were so cool when you yelled at Wuffers!"
"His name is Wufei. And I only told him the truth." He still hadn't looked at me and I remember feeling very nervous.
"But it was so cool! Can I be your friend?" That got his attention. He finally looked at me with those intense eyes. I'll admit, if I was kinda scared before, I was terrified now.
"Okay." He said, never loosing his façade. My heart was pounding. "Wanna eat lunch together?"
I could only nod, dumbstruck. Heero was my friend. And he was nice to me. He never had many friends because he was so scary and mean looking back then. I mean he still is but I'm used to it now.
"…Duo!" A whisper tore me away from my childhood. I looked and found deep blue eyes… eyes that I could get lost in. They were like an ocean spanning the universe, holding secrets that could only be discovered with a gazillion years of technology and searching. "…find his car and bring it around. We'll sneak out that way…" Oh crap I wasn't listening again. He pointed his finger towards the empty courtyard behind the bush. I was trying to piece things together when I noticed Mr. Barton wasn't here anymore.
My stomach convulsed, in a good way, not in a throw up kinda way, but apparently Heero thought I was gonna be sick.
"You okay?" He whispered and put a hand on my shoulder.
He touched me! AGAIN! Aughh! If this didn't stop, I was going to explode in all sorts of fancy ways.
"Y-yea. Uh, so w-what was that a-again?" I choked out. Literally, because when he touched me I inhaled some of my own spit and my lungs were convulsing at trying not to cough and give away our position.
What the hell was I? An army man? 'Give away our position'… pshh!
I listened as Heero explained that Trowa was going to get his car and pick us up discreetly from the courtyard that, conveniently, no one was looking for us in.
I mentioned that Heero was pretty right? He's beautiful. He's slim and taught and strong with a chiseled face that has enough angles to be considered modern art.
I shuttered as a chill ran up my spine. My insides were doing a little jig or something because my stomach kept flipping and my lungs were fighting the urge to cough not to mention my hear pounding at a gazillion miles a second.
I'm making a mental note now to do a little dance of victory when this is over and done with. Maybe I'll do it in my red silk boxers… or naked… yea naked. In front of Heero… No!... On top of Heero. While kissing Heero. With Heero dancing underneath me, grinding his hips-
"I hear a car!" Oh god, save me. "Get ready Duo! We've got about ten seconds of clear and then we're pushing our luck."
Okay, at least I wasn't the only one acting like an army man. Heero was doing the talk and I even half expected him to say 'over' and make that static noise.
"…over."
Did he just say over? HAHA! Oh man, this is great!
Wait, he was explaining something again. Shit, I really gotta get out of my head.
I'm guessing that Heero could tell I wasn't listening again because he's giving me that scowl. He gives it a lot but I can tell when he really means it.
His mom designs a clothing line called 'WINGZERO.' Kind of a weird label, I know, but she said it had something to do with a fictional pilot out of one of her favorite books.
Now, his mom was, to put it gently, crazy. Not really, but she just has a big personality which is generally needed for clothing design. Her personality reflected on her work, hence the red orange and purple of the sweater I wore in fifth grade. 'One of her first works for children.'
She was a really pretty woman, and I remember feeling a little rumble down under when I saw her for the first time.
But after seeing her for the gazillionth time, I understood Heero's scowl. She used him as a dress form and would take pictures of him in her designs to send to her company. She would even go so far as to put a wig and makeup on him sometimes. His dad would laugh and his mom would squeal and Heero would scowl and I looked on, terrified.
Heero's dad was also weird. He didn't talk much and when he did, it would be his rare outburst of laughing at Heero (which isn't really talking), or it would be something creepy that I never knew whether to take as a joke or seriously. He freaked me out more than Heero's mom did.
See why he scowls?
Argh! I'm flying through the bush again and Heero's whispering things that I can't hear for the life of me. For the gazillionth time – I have perfect timing. Right when I'm ready to listen, I can't because of the cars honking in the parking lot and people talking and the air rushing past my burning face.
Heero's touching me, that's why I'm burning. I know, lame, cheesy, dramatic, but it's true. The guy is just plain pretty. His eye's are pretty, his skin feels pretty, his breath smells like toothpaste and pretty mixed together.
I've got it bad don't I?
Heero's hand raises and I'm not sure why until I find myself face to face with the concrete of the courtyard.
Apparently the 'over' Heero was talking about was a hedge. We were supposed to jump over the hedge to get to the car. Not run through it and trip and fall on my face in a gazillion dollar tuxedo with the source of my running away attached to my hand.
I look up at that very boy in my hand and find that he's laughing again. A little more silently than last time.
Getting up is going to be very embarrassing, as my dress pants will definitely not hide the bulge that formed when I saw his face just now. His alive with exhilaration face.
Believe it or not, I was probably on the ground for about two seconds before Heero hauled my perverted ass up. I know he saw that I was… uh… turned on, because he blushed and pulled me a little closer on the way to the car, my braid getting caught in the door, slowing us down another couple seconds before Trowa sped away from the Church and my sudden doom.
"Why'd you run away?" I heard an unexpected voice say from the front passenger seat.
"Because-"
AUGHHHH!! I can't just blurt it out…
…Can I?
This is gonna be an interesting conversation.
