Rewritten as of 9/25/2007

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own the Gundam Boys, if I did the show would still be on TV and they would all be naked!

W A R N I N G: Will contain Shounen Ai (BoyxBoy Love) 1+2/2+1, 3+4/4+3

Hello Hell I haven't missed you

Part 1

By: vannadear

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Mrs. Maxwell listened to the sounds of her family waking up as she chugged down another cup of coffee before answering the front door and smiling happily at the young man standing on her front porch.

"Heero Honey! Come right in, Duo's in the kitchen eating; help yourself to some breakfast as well, I made pancakes for your first day back!"

She smiled cheerfully at the boy, and it was at that moment that a Heero noticed how much Duo and his mother were alike.

It was true that Duo's mother had the same long chestnut hair, and bright eyes as her song; of course Mrs. Maxwell's hair traveled the length of her body to her ankles.

Mrs. Maxwell was an artist, and a rather good one at that; given how large their house was. She didn't really have to get up in the morning to go to the office, and it suited her fine.

Mr. Maxwell was head chef at his own restaurant, in which the Heero and Duo often ate. His specialties lie in Japanese and American fusion cuisine. It was only because Duo's father owned it that the boys didn't need to make reservations at the posh eatery.

Heero was snapped abruptly out of his wandering thoughts when Mrs. Maxwell tugged on his sleeve. She gave him a sly wink and chirped "The Pancakes will get cold if ya just stand there Heero! C'mon in!"

Heero nodded and followed her to the industrial kitchen, where they found Father and son sitting in comfortable silence; both scarfing down Mrs. Maxwell's eaxtra-fluffy pancakes.

Duo glanced up when he noticed that there was another presence in the room, and then gulped the large amount of food already in his mouth down before standing up and glomping onto his best-friend.

"Hee-chan! C'mon! Mom made pancakes!"

He deftly poked Heero in the stomach a couple times.

"And it's not like you couldn't use some fattening up! You're so scrawny!"

Heero rolled his eyes before poking Duo repeatedly in the side and then gesturing to the long haired boys' lower limbs. "You're one to talk chicken legs!"

Duo's eyes promptly grew enormous and dampened.

"Y-You think I have C-Chicken legs?!" he pouted for emphases, his dark purple eyes looking at Heero with the utmost hurt. Sniffing a few times and cuddling into Heero's arms, Duo wailed "My Hee-chan doesn't love me anymore!" Which made Hero want to do one of two things: kiss the boy till he couldn't breath; or strangle him with his own braid.

Before a fight broke out; or Heero made out with Duo right there in front of his parents, Mr. Maxwell put his fork down and stated calmly aloud "Hey now, won't you boys be late for school? No flirting before school, you know the rules!" He grinned at the two, who's faces now resembled ripe tomatoes.

Both boys mumbled hasty 'good-byes' before skittering out of the kitchen, the shorter of the two snatching his backpack on the way out from the counter.

The sound of the front door slamming shut resounded throughout the silent kitchen.

Mrs. Maxwell looked at her husband and smirked, before they both fell on the ground laughing.

Both teens jumped into the jeep and clicked into their seat belts, Heero turning on the radio before Duo could lecture him about the lack of music.

Duo's lips quirked upwards as he slid on his Ray-Bans, singing along to the alternative band playing on 89X; his favorite radio station (mine too).

Heero glanced at his companion peripherally, and hesitantly slid his arm around the braided ones shoulders, which made him stop singing and lean further into Heero's arm.

The chestnut haired boy smiled and laid a kiss on Heero's shoulder, nuzzling his neck as must as he could in the uncomfortable front seats of the jeep.

The comfortable moment was broken when they pulled up to another house, both boys pulling away from each other hastily, as Heero honked the horn waiting for the occupant inside to come out.

T.B.C.