And the end :)


Heero stared out the window of his Digital Design course trying his best to fake like he was taking notes whenever he noticed the professor looking towards the back of the room. He was a hacker and had been since he was twelve. This stuff was old news to him. So he watched the other kids walking by outside until he noticed a familiar red convertible pull up next to the curb of the street across from his classroom. A gorgeous longhaired figure stepped out and walked around to lean against the passenger door. The enchanting young man looked straight into Heero's window and winked, then he curled one beckoning finger and jingled his car keys in the other hand. Heero bit his lip, and lowered his head in thought. It was a small classroom. The instructor would definitely notice his leaving, and the old man already had it out for Heero because he paid the least attention but got the best grades. Some things never changed. He glanced out the window again at Duo who was wearing really tight jeans and a clingy T-shirt. His long chestnut main danced with the wind in a lose ponytail. He was standing with his arms crossed and raised above his head revealing a sexy toned stomach that Heero knew better than the back of his own hand. There was a seductive and expectant look on Duo's striking face that Heero associated with the longhaired boy's craving for fun bedtime activities. And it made his heart beat excitedly to see it.

Well that settled it, he raised his hand and excused himself to the bathroom but not before he packed his stuff up and took it with him. You'd think after the dozens of times that Duo had done this he would have come up with a better excuse by now, but no. His teachers must think he had a serious bladder problem. Then again they probably knew he was ditching. He sauntered up to the red car leisurely, smirking at the longhaired boy. He leaned against the metal door next to his smiling boyfriend.

"So Heero, what's the craziest thing you've done?" Duo winked at him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Heero just shook his head and chuckled.

"I fell in love with my next-door neighbor." He responded and Duo laughed. Heero still couldn't get enough of that sound. He looked over his shoulder into the car and spotted something on the passenger's seat.

"My yearbook again?" Heero asked amused.

"I can't help it. It's my favorite work of literary achievement." Heero rolled his eyes and kissed his smirking boyfriend. He just had to be an English major. They got into the car and Duo gunned the engine. Heero still didn't understand why the sound of the car made Duo smile like that, and he was sure he never would. He looked down at his yearbook and flipped it open to his senior picture. Each person had gotten half a page with his or her picture and an "About Me" section next to it. Duo glanced over and smiled softly at his boyfriend. The boy still had no idea how beautiful he was. He was just sitting there looking at the book with those steel blue eyes and playing with a lock of chocolate hair, and yet he looked so incredibly beautiful. Duo noticed the length of those dark silky tresses and smiled devilishly when he decided he would need to cut the boy's hair soon. Cutting Heero's hair had become one of his favorite things to do, especially since the boy had told him about his little fantasy and they never missed the chance to act it out. Duo stopped at a red light and looked down at the page Heero had turned to. A younger looking Heero that Duo remembered from what felt like another lifetime, stared back grumpily from the page. 'Guess the photographer couldn't get him to smile, no wonder Heero seemed to hate men with cameras so much.' The grimace on picture-Heero's face said that the cameraman hadn't given up easily on getting the boy to show his pearly whites. Well the man had accomplished that. Except Heero was baring them in a snarl instead of flashing a toothy grin. He supposed it had been a hellish day for both Heero and the poor photographer who had to put up with his antisocial boyfriend. Duo chuckled and pressed the gas pedal when the light turned green. Heero eyed him with a suspicious smirk.

"Are you laughing at me?" He asked in mock anger and Duo just smirked wider.

"You better make this up to me, my professor's getting pissed and I know he's gonna' ride my ass for this stunt." Heero commented dryly but with a smirk that told Duo Heero wasn't worried in the slightest about his professor's opinion.

"Well how about I ride it first to make up for this?" Duo responded with seductive quirk of his eyebrow. Heero snorted, Duo still outclassed him when it came to double entendres. The man was a walking thesaurus for the dirty minded. A Sex-aurus. English Majors, geez.

"How about I get to do whatever I want with your ass. I think that should make it up to me." Heero smirked. Duo laughed at how fast Heero had become comfortable with talking about sex. The shorthaired boy turned back to his yearbook page.

"I don't see what you find so interesting about this." He snorted as he stared at the picture of himself. He looked back at his beautiful boyfriend when the boy spoke in an amused tone, but Heero could see by the gentle smile how serious the boy's response was.

"Isn't it obvious? It's you Heero, it's always been you." Heero smiled, life was good. They both were finally getting their chance to be happy. And they certainly were that. Heero looked back down at his page with his own content smile.

Name: Heero Yuy

Age: 18

Hobbies: Hacking, spitting in the face of large football players, going to porn

conventions, skinny dipping in the principal's pool, making friends and

enemies with top pornographic directors, ditching calculus, and

surprising my friends with half naked men on their doorsteps.

Clubs: President of the Math Club, President of the Forensics Society, and

Platinum member of the O.P.P.

Friends: The Geek Squad AKA: The porn-addict Chang Wufei, the knife-

obsessed Trowa Barton, the innocent-devil Quatre Rebarba Winner, and

the honorary-geek Duo Maxwell.

I Will Never Forget: …The boy next door.