Marimeia's Crush - Dating Disaster
By West Wind
Disclaimer: I have no claim to any of the GW characters. Only thing that is mine is the story line and any non GW characters.
Author's Notes: This story takes place a few years after my story Trap Backlash. I have attempted to create a believable teen/adult Marimeia character (hope I will succeed), as well as, insight into her relationship with and attraction to Heero. I know it is not a normal pairing and not one most people would not put together. I have not definitely decided if they will get together in the end or if she will fall for someone else or no one. If you have a preference as you read the fic let me know in the comments or e-mail me at wconner00@yahoo.com. Enjoy and let me know what you think.
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"Where is he?" Marimeia asked herself as she wondered through the rooms of crowded youths looking for her date, Armand, to tell him she wanted to go home.
He brought her to this party, one she would never go to if she had a choice, then disappeared with his buddies after a few dances. She had found some acquaintances and chatted with them for forty minutes or so before they moved on. She hated such parties. They were noisy, messy, full of underage drunks, couples making out, and people fighting. Depending on the drunk, they could be fun to watch, but she did not pity them the after effects of their drugged high. Watching them made her swear never to get drunk. She preferred to be able to know why she woke up sleeping in someone else's yard wearing someone else's cloths.
When she finally located him, he was drunk and making out with another girl. After punching his light out, which she wondered if he would remember in the morning, Marimeia started to leave the party. She was just furious. Armand had seemed like a nice guy. They shared many interests and the first few dates had gone well. He had always been a gentleman, maybe that should have given it away. He was too perfect, too polite, too … It was water under the bridge now. In her book he was history.
As she made her way to the door, a guy bumped into her.
"Hay, babe, why don't you and I go someplace and get to know each other better?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around her.
One of the benefits of having Lady Une as a mother, Trowa as an uncle and the other gundum pilots as friends was that she was well versed in self-defense. In a split second she had the guy's arm twisted behind his back with one hand and his head by the hair in the other.
"You will not touch me again and you will not call me babe! Is that understood?" she in a cold tone.
He signaled he understood, and she released him so she could leave.
She stood on the sidewalk in front of the house while she pondered what to do. She glanced at her watch that read 9:30.
"I've got to talk to Relena," she muttered to herself as she pulled out her phone.
She dialed Relena's number and listened as it rang.
"Barton residence," answered a monotone male voice.
"Hello, Heero. Is Relena there?"
"No, they went out for the evening," he replied.
"Oh," she said unable to keep the disappointment out of her voice. "I wanted to stop by and talk to her. By the way can you give me the number of a cab company?"
"Why?"
"I'm outside the house of some party my date dragged me to and I want to go home!"
"Where are you? I will come and get you."
It was more of an order than a request.
"It's 553 N Jet St."
"Got it," he said and hung up the phone.
She turned her phone off and waited. Fifteen minutes later Heero pulled up, and she got in his car.
"Where's your date?" asked Heero as he pulled away.
"Out cold on the floor the last I saw of him," she said with disgust.
"Drunk?"
"Yes, but that's not why he's on the floor. I put him there because he was making out with another girl. Heero," she sighed, "why are some guys like that?"
"I don't know."
"That's right your not like other guys," she teased as she glanced at Heero from the corner of her eye and knew there was a grain of truth to her statement.
Even after many years since her crush on him, she still thought Heero was the handsomest guy around. She loved the way his brown bangs draped down over his lovely eyes. He had been her first love, and deep down she compared every other boy she met to him, even if she would not admit it to herself.
After dropping her off, Heero made sure she was in her house before he headed for home.
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