Title: Untitled Conversation
Author: WickedGame
Genre: conversation fic/gen
Pairing: 2+4 (friendship only), 12
Rating: G
Warnings: dialogue only
Notes: none.
"There's a guy out there."
"A guy?"
"Yeah, a guy."
"Well, what's so special about a guy, Quatre?"
"He's been staring at you for about ten minutes now, following your every move."
"Creepy."
"Or kind of sweet. The man is gorgeous."
"So go hit on him, if he's so hot."
"I'm not the one he wants hitting on him, believe me."
"So, he's been staring at me?"
"Yes."
"Is he still staring at me?"
"Yes."
"Is he smiling or does he look like he's going to kill me?"
"Kill you?"
"You don't know man, I could have enemies somewhere or something. Maybe I was in the mafia."
"I highly doubt it. He looks amused."
"Amused?"
"Amused."
"Who the hell looks amused?"
"This guy does. Damn, does he have blue eyes."
"Blue eyes? Damn...shit he is hot."
"See?"
"I only glanced, but yeah."
"You should go talk to him."
"No I shouldn't. I should go clean the men's room."
"Duo, you don't need to go clean the men's room right now."
"This is a gas station, Quatre. We always need to clean the men's room."
"Just go talk to him!"
"Can I help you?"
"I don't know if you can."
"You've been staring in our window for over ten minutes, according to my friend there."
"I have."
"Why?"
"I was staring at you."
"What for?"
"I don't know. I've seen you here before and you're...different."
"Different good or different bad?"
"Good. Definitely good."
"So, do you have a name or should we keep calling you 'that guy who keeps staring in the window'?
"Heero."
"I'm Duo. Well, I need to get back to work. If you decide you need something go ahead and actually come inside."
"How about your phone number?"
"Will you actually call me? I hate giving out my number and not having the person ever call me."
"I can assure you, I'll call."
-The End-