Title: The Lower and Higher
Warnings: Yaoi, 1x2x1, Relena Bashing
Archive: fanfic.net
Disclaimers: Don't own g-boys, don't sue
Authors Notes: Um, you'll notice that Duo's doing marijuana. I meant that as a symbol that 1. He really has nothing better to do, which you'll see and 2. in about chapter 5 or 6 he will have a flashback that explains it a bit more. Just clearing that up.
I walked into my new apartment with a bag of my few possessions inside. The place was a wreck. Water squirted from the pipe when I checked the faucet. The walls had holes in them, the mattresses needed new springs, and the couch had flat cushions. But that was about what I could afford. On the bright side, it had a TV and the landlord promised that there wouldn't be any bug problems. The refrigerator worked fine and the bathroom seemed okay. The unfair part was the fact that the better and more expensive apartments were right across the hall. It probably wouldn't bother me much since they most likely didn't work, so they wouldn't come out and tell me how poor I am.
At two o'clock I went downtown to the "Royall's Latte Cafe" for my interview and then to my first job to help pay off my first month's rent. The boss was nice and being a host wasn't so bad. Good thing I wasn't a waiter, I'd eat the food. After work, I went to the store across the street for some supper. The old man who ran the store had to say something about my pathetic life. "Duo! How's the new apartment thing goin fer ya? That one you had the last time wasn't worth it, I would leave too if...um, wait have you even told me why you left?" After picking up some bread and some turkey I answered, "I got kicked out." The man had a puzzled look on his face. "What did you ever do wrong?" I left before I had a chance to answer. I really didn't want to talk about the last place I lived. Besides, a lot of drug dealers lived there in the heart of the city. But, then again, my kind kept them in business.
Back at my pad, I finished putting my belongings in my new home. The last thing to do something with was my half pound of weed. I quickly stuffed it inside a hole in my mattress. Night fell over the outskirts of the city, and to be honest it looked better from the outer part of the city than the middle. As the sun went down over the skyscrapers, the houses below the tall buildings began turning on the lights. At that moment, I thought of my ex-girlfriend, Hilde, and how she said I was never going to loose her. I still laugh at that two months down the road. I started to bed early that night, knowing in my head that tomorrow was going to be as much of hell as the day before and the day before that. My life always went in a cycle. Get up, work my ass off, get behind, get thrown out on the street. That's what eventually happened in my life. Why say it'll be better tomorrow when it never will? I thought about it all night before eventually falling asleep.
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"You know that thing that he never talks about and you thought he would, like, never ever talk about it to me unless I, like, vantriliquize him? Well, guess what!?" I sat watching the TV while my hyper active new 'fiance' told all her annoying dumbass friends about our engagement. Actually, I had no choice. My parents forced me into marrying her. They wanted me to grow up just like them and marry an politician. 'You will never find another like her', my mother said, 'she's exactly your age, maybe a few months younger, but she's perfect for you. Both you and her have the same personality and she will make you rich! Trust me, you don't want to be broke without any money and you certainly don't want to work. Listen, Heero, she will help you get a very good start in the real world. Besides, her father has promised to help your father in his business so we can survive. Just marry her, that's all you have to do. If you don't, I will kill you.' Yeah, sure. My own mom kill me.
That's like saying clean your room or I'll throw you out. Hahaha, I felt a bit better already. Not about the marriage of course. "Heero proposed!! I know isn't it wonderful. I knew under all those threats and pranks he loved me to death! I know, I know, we need to get party favors and invitations and a gown and..." I went to my room, soon to be 'our' room, and fell on the bed lazily. I was in such a jam. And no one even cared, not about me or what I wanted. It's always what everyone else wants me to be. I wish I couldn't wake up in the morning. Yeah, then no one would tell me what to do or where to go. I'd just sleep and never have to wake up. There's a very slight chance of me doing that though. I'm so tired now, maybe I'll try that tonight. Who knows, maybe it'll happen. Maybe, I'll fall asleep and never have to marry Relena Darlian.
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Please review this chapter. One of my friends is, like, really wanting me to finish this so the other chapters should be up pretty quick. Really hope you liked it!!
Warnings: Yaoi, 1x2x1, Relena Bashing
Archive: fanfic.net
Disclaimers: Don't own g-boys, don't sue
Authors Notes: Um, you'll notice that Duo's doing marijuana. I meant that as a symbol that 1. He really has nothing better to do, which you'll see and 2. in about chapter 5 or 6 he will have a flashback that explains it a bit more. Just clearing that up.
I walked into my new apartment with a bag of my few possessions inside. The place was a wreck. Water squirted from the pipe when I checked the faucet. The walls had holes in them, the mattresses needed new springs, and the couch had flat cushions. But that was about what I could afford. On the bright side, it had a TV and the landlord promised that there wouldn't be any bug problems. The refrigerator worked fine and the bathroom seemed okay. The unfair part was the fact that the better and more expensive apartments were right across the hall. It probably wouldn't bother me much since they most likely didn't work, so they wouldn't come out and tell me how poor I am.
At two o'clock I went downtown to the "Royall's Latte Cafe" for my interview and then to my first job to help pay off my first month's rent. The boss was nice and being a host wasn't so bad. Good thing I wasn't a waiter, I'd eat the food. After work, I went to the store across the street for some supper. The old man who ran the store had to say something about my pathetic life. "Duo! How's the new apartment thing goin fer ya? That one you had the last time wasn't worth it, I would leave too if...um, wait have you even told me why you left?" After picking up some bread and some turkey I answered, "I got kicked out." The man had a puzzled look on his face. "What did you ever do wrong?" I left before I had a chance to answer. I really didn't want to talk about the last place I lived. Besides, a lot of drug dealers lived there in the heart of the city. But, then again, my kind kept them in business.
Back at my pad, I finished putting my belongings in my new home. The last thing to do something with was my half pound of weed. I quickly stuffed it inside a hole in my mattress. Night fell over the outskirts of the city, and to be honest it looked better from the outer part of the city than the middle. As the sun went down over the skyscrapers, the houses below the tall buildings began turning on the lights. At that moment, I thought of my ex-girlfriend, Hilde, and how she said I was never going to loose her. I still laugh at that two months down the road. I started to bed early that night, knowing in my head that tomorrow was going to be as much of hell as the day before and the day before that. My life always went in a cycle. Get up, work my ass off, get behind, get thrown out on the street. That's what eventually happened in my life. Why say it'll be better tomorrow when it never will? I thought about it all night before eventually falling asleep.
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"You know that thing that he never talks about and you thought he would, like, never ever talk about it to me unless I, like, vantriliquize him? Well, guess what!?" I sat watching the TV while my hyper active new 'fiance' told all her annoying dumbass friends about our engagement. Actually, I had no choice. My parents forced me into marrying her. They wanted me to grow up just like them and marry an politician. 'You will never find another like her', my mother said, 'she's exactly your age, maybe a few months younger, but she's perfect for you. Both you and her have the same personality and she will make you rich! Trust me, you don't want to be broke without any money and you certainly don't want to work. Listen, Heero, she will help you get a very good start in the real world. Besides, her father has promised to help your father in his business so we can survive. Just marry her, that's all you have to do. If you don't, I will kill you.' Yeah, sure. My own mom kill me.
That's like saying clean your room or I'll throw you out. Hahaha, I felt a bit better already. Not about the marriage of course. "Heero proposed!! I know isn't it wonderful. I knew under all those threats and pranks he loved me to death! I know, I know, we need to get party favors and invitations and a gown and..." I went to my room, soon to be 'our' room, and fell on the bed lazily. I was in such a jam. And no one even cared, not about me or what I wanted. It's always what everyone else wants me to be. I wish I couldn't wake up in the morning. Yeah, then no one would tell me what to do or where to go. I'd just sleep and never have to wake up. There's a very slight chance of me doing that though. I'm so tired now, maybe I'll try that tonight. Who knows, maybe it'll happen. Maybe, I'll fall asleep and never have to marry Relena Darlian.
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Please review this chapter. One of my friends is, like, really wanting me to finish this so the other chapters should be up pretty quick. Really hope you liked it!!