"Chained to You"
Part 1
I honestly don't know how I let Duo talk me into this. I hate social
gatherings…
and he knows it. He says that he'll cure me of my "social-phobia". "People
can be trusted" he said, I don't believe him. We went to Disneyland, and
someone stole my wallet. I don't trust people.
The only ones I can trust are the people that I met during the Eve Wars,
the other Gundam pilots, Relena, and Zechs. I don't like Hilde. She's
stupid. I don't like Dorothy. Her eyebrows scare me, that is, if the Perfect
Soldier can be scared. I don't like Catherine; she loves knives too much.
I don't like Sally. Blonde people aren't Chinese. The list goes on and on.
I don't like people. Duo, on the other hand…
"C'mon Heero! This is gonna be great! You'll love it!" Duo said, dragging
me into pale brick building.
"Hmph." Was my only reply. What can I say, I'm a man of few words.
"Is that all you can say?" He retorted, grinning, still dragging.
"Yes."
"You said yes!"
"Hmph."
"Well, if we can get past the bouncer, we'll be home free! This club is one
of the most popular and greatest around!"
"If?" I asked, see… I'd never been in a music club thing before… I'm not
too sure what one is… even after the experience. I just know that Duo
won't drag me to any more.
"Well… this is an age-restricted place. We're only 17. You need to be 21."
Duo explained, clutching my arm. He'd convinced me to change into
something…more…velvet. I like velvet. And how he knew that, I don't
know, but he did. He wore a scarlet red turtleneck, like those weird bongo
people, and a navy blue jacket and pants set. He made me wear a black
velvet shirt with black slacks.
"Well, for that, one would need fake ID."
"Bingo!" He exclaimed, pulling two small laminated papers from his breast
pocket. "Here, Jacob Matheson. I'm your brother, Michael Matheson."
Examining my ID, I saw how ridiculous it was… although, Duo had done a
good job of doctoring it up. "Are we going in?"
"Of course, Jacob!" Duo said, pulling us up to the bouncer. Damn. He
was a really big guy.
"ID's." He ordered, holding out his hand. Duo placed ours in his hand,
grinning.
"Go on in, Jacob, Mike."
"Thank you, kind sir." Duo said, taking the ID's back. Dragging me once
again, we went through the tall door. And stepped into a new world.
Part 1
I honestly don't know how I let Duo talk me into this. I hate social
gatherings…
and he knows it. He says that he'll cure me of my "social-phobia". "People
can be trusted" he said, I don't believe him. We went to Disneyland, and
someone stole my wallet. I don't trust people.
The only ones I can trust are the people that I met during the Eve Wars,
the other Gundam pilots, Relena, and Zechs. I don't like Hilde. She's
stupid. I don't like Dorothy. Her eyebrows scare me, that is, if the Perfect
Soldier can be scared. I don't like Catherine; she loves knives too much.
I don't like Sally. Blonde people aren't Chinese. The list goes on and on.
I don't like people. Duo, on the other hand…
"C'mon Heero! This is gonna be great! You'll love it!" Duo said, dragging
me into pale brick building.
"Hmph." Was my only reply. What can I say, I'm a man of few words.
"Is that all you can say?" He retorted, grinning, still dragging.
"Yes."
"You said yes!"
"Hmph."
"Well, if we can get past the bouncer, we'll be home free! This club is one
of the most popular and greatest around!"
"If?" I asked, see… I'd never been in a music club thing before… I'm not
too sure what one is… even after the experience. I just know that Duo
won't drag me to any more.
"Well… this is an age-restricted place. We're only 17. You need to be 21."
Duo explained, clutching my arm. He'd convinced me to change into
something…more…velvet. I like velvet. And how he knew that, I don't
know, but he did. He wore a scarlet red turtleneck, like those weird bongo
people, and a navy blue jacket and pants set. He made me wear a black
velvet shirt with black slacks.
"Well, for that, one would need fake ID."
"Bingo!" He exclaimed, pulling two small laminated papers from his breast
pocket. "Here, Jacob Matheson. I'm your brother, Michael Matheson."
Examining my ID, I saw how ridiculous it was… although, Duo had done a
good job of doctoring it up. "Are we going in?"
"Of course, Jacob!" Duo said, pulling us up to the bouncer. Damn. He
was a really big guy.
"ID's." He ordered, holding out his hand. Duo placed ours in his hand,
grinning.
"Go on in, Jacob, Mike."
"Thank you, kind sir." Duo said, taking the ID's back. Dragging me once
again, we went through the tall door. And stepped into a new world.