Ok, I started this story and got some good reviews on the first day it was up. My loyal readers. *Wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. * Alright, enough with this melancholy nonsense. I really hate doing disclaimers, but I don't want to be sued. So, as you know, I own none of these Peps. Maybe some of the carnie folks, if I decide to put any in. But I probably won't. If I don't update this, don't worry. I am not dead. I'm just at school. *Thinks* What's the difference? Lol. Well, enough of my talk. I bet ya wanna read the story, huh? Well, read away!
Thoughts. (Just wanted to let you know about that!)
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Trowa looked her over for the hundredth time that day. There was something about her that held his interest. And whenever she smiled at him, which was often, he got all tongue-tied. His mind went completely blank. Why did he have this problem? Duo always had something to say to everyone. But since Trowa was quiet more often then not, no one really noticed his dilemma. Just then, Lita came over to him.
"Hi, Trowa," she said in her cheerful voice. "Nervous about tomorrow night's performance?"
"No," he managed to choke out.
"Oh, so you have everything all worked out?"
"Yes," he managed.
"That's cool," she replied. "I'm a nervous wreck. I know my whole routine, but I'm just afraid I'll mess up and fall. That would be horrible!"
"Yeah," he said. I must sound so lame, he thought to himself.
"So," she said, breaking through his thoughts. "How old are you, anyway?"
"Nineteen," he replied casually.
"Cool," she exclaimed. "I'm eighteen going on nineteen, myself."
"Neat," he said. he asked himself mentally.
"Yup," she said cheerfully. There was an awkward pause. Then she clapped her hands, said good-bye to him, and went to work on her routine. He sighed with relief and went for a warm shower.
Later that day, Lita was nowhere to be found. Then someone decided to check her dressing room and found that the door was locked. Trowa pounded on it for a few minutes, calling her name, but the door didn't open. Finally, getting worried, he kicked it in.
Lita was lying on her bed, shaking and as pale as a sheet. He rushed to her side. Her breathing was shallow. Her forehead was clammy and sweaty. Suddenly, she jerked up and looked around wildly.
"What," she asked in a panicked voice.
"I busted the door down. Everyone's been looking for you all afternoon," Trowa explained.
"Oh," she said, lying back down. "I'm sorry to worry all of you like that. I've been throwing up for awhile and finally passed out. I've been too nervous today."
"Just lay down and rest now," he said, grabbing a wet washcloth and a bowl of cool water. "I'll watch over you and you'll be better by morning."
"Thanks," she muttered weakly before passing out. Trowa shooed everyone out and closed the door. He pulled the chair from Lita's vanity over to her bedside and sat down.
Wringing the rag out, he studied her ashen face. , he thought.
Slowly, he pushed the chocolate-colored hair away from her face and dapped it with the cloth. Then, compelled by some strong force, he kissed her lightly on the forehead. He was shocked with himself. Never, in his life, had he done something like that. Just then, she jerked up and threw-up again. This time, though, she missed the trashcan. Everything that was left in her stomach was now in Trowa's lap.
"Sorry," she mumbled before she was asleep again. He quickly went to put on some new pants then returned to her side.
The night passed slowly for Trowa, who barely got any sleep. But, being a gundam pilot, he was used to little or no sleep.
Finally, the night of the performance came. Trowa had just finished his act. Now it was Lita's turn. She was standing on a platform, dressed in an emerald green leotard, white tights under that, and a pair of emerald green slippers. All of her hair, except for her bangs, was pulled back into a tight-and-graceful bun high on the back of her head and covered with an emerald green cloth, tied with a sugar-pink ribbon.
As the spotlight shone on her and the ringmaster gave her the cue, she started her
performance. As she dove from the tight wire to the trapeze, she went over what was next. Then her hand slipped.
Downward she fell. Hoping to slow her fall, she flipped a few times. Trowa caught her on his shoulders, riding his unicycle, pretending this was part of the act.
"What are you doing," she whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
"Play along," he replied.
As they rode around the ring once, the crowd cheered. Lita waved and smiled. she thought,
"That was sensational, you two," the manager shouted joyfully when they rode over. "When did you work that out?"
"Kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing," she said, looking at Trowa. He'd just saved her life. But, why? she thought, I guess it really doesn't matter. She let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding.
"Hey, Trowa," someone shouted. "Over here, buddy!"
Trowa turned to see his four fellow gundam pilots walking towards him, some smiling. Heero and Wufei weren't smiling, but that was no surprise.
"Hey," he said.
"Great show," Duo said, shaking his hand. "Who was that girl?"
"Lily," Trowa asked.
"Yeah," Duo said. "Can you introduce us?"
"Sure, come on," Trowa said, leading them backstage.
When they reached Lita's dressing room, Trowa knocked lightly. The door opened and she came out, almost running into Trowa.
"Oh, sorry, Trowa," she apologized. "I didn't hear you knock. I was just coming to thank you for saving my life out there. Who are your friends?"
The blush that crept up Trowa's neck and colored his cheeks went unnoticed by everyone,except a certain blonde Arabian boy.
"These are some old friends of mine. This is Heero Yuy, Quatre Rebarbra Winner, Wufei Chang,and--"
"Duo Maxwell," Duo said, rushing forward and clasping her small hands in his, "at your service. If you ever need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask." He then kissed both of her hands lightly.
For some reason that he couldn't fathom, Trowa felt a stab of jealousy at this display of affection on Duo's part. He felt like jerking Duo away from her by his braid. Fortunately for Trowa, Wufei did just that.
Lita smiled politely and shook hands with Quatre. Heero shook her hand briefly, but
Wufei just simply nodded. This made her a bit uneasy. The one with the blue eyes and unruly brown hair wasn't helping much either. What did Trowa say his name was again? Heero? she thought. His eyes were so unnerving. But they reminded her of Trowa's eyes. Filled with pain from seeing so much in so little time. she asked herself silently. She wanted to.... What? Ease their pain? How crazy was that? After what had happened the last time she had gotten involved with a guy, she'd promised herself that she was swearing guys off. She didn't want to lose the trust of another friend.
"Miss Lily," someone said, bringing her back to reality. Duo had evidently been talking to her.
"Oh, I'm sorry Duo," she apologized. "I must have space out there for a moment. And please,call me Lita. It's my real name, after all. Now, what were you saying?"
As she was launched into conversation with the energetic Duo, she could still feel two sets of eyes watching her. she thought.
Heero watched Lita converse with Duo, all the while keeping his face emotionless. She was so pretty. He watched her eyes scan Trowa and himself. He felt like smiling. Almost.... But she was watching Trowa also. Her beautiful eyes would fill with sorrow and a tinge of curiosity every time her eyes fell upon them. Trowa presented a problem. They were friends. But would one girl be able to drive a wedge between them?
Trowa watched Heero closely. So his friend liked Lita also? This just wouldn't do. He'd seen Lita first. he thought.
"So, Lita," Duo said slyly. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Lita's eyes kind of glazed over. She seemed lost in thought.
"No," she finally answered hesitantly. "If you'll excuse me, it's getting late. I've had a long day and I would like some sleep. Good night, gentlemen." She smiled at them then turned to Trowa, the smile still playing on her lips.
"Sweet dreams, Trowa," she said.
"Sweet dreams, Lita," he whispered.
She disappeared behind her drssing room door. Inside, she sighed. Between Heero and Trowa, they'd make her break her promise about guys. Pushing the thoughts from her head, she climbed into bed, not bothering to change clothes, and was asleep before her head hit the pillow. It had been a long day.
The gundam pilots left after a few more minutes of talk. Quatre insisted that Trowa come and visit sometime, and to tell Lita that she was welcome also. As Heero turned to leave, Trowa his wrist and held him back.
"Talk," Heero asked. Trowa nodded.
"What about," Heero asked.
"Lita," was Trowa's only response.
"What about her," Heero asked.
"She's mine," Trowa said.
"She just said that she doesn't belong to anyone," Heero reminded.
"I like her and I think she likes me back," Trowa challanged.
"That's for her to decide," Heero said, walking away.
"Stay away from her," Trowa said to Heero's retreating back.
"No," Heero growled.
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Well, that's it for now. If this thing loads funky, please don't pay attention. This thing may be
screwed up. I'm not sure, and I don't have time to check on it. That's thanx to a certain
annoying little brother of mine. But, let's hope that it won't happen in the future. For just about
everyone's sake. Review please. I love hearing what people have to say about my stories! ^_^!
Later days, loyal readers.
Thoughts. (Just wanted to let you know about that!)
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Trowa looked her over for the hundredth time that day. There was something about her that held his interest. And whenever she smiled at him, which was often, he got all tongue-tied. His mind went completely blank. Why did he have this problem? Duo always had something to say to everyone. But since Trowa was quiet more often then not, no one really noticed his dilemma. Just then, Lita came over to him.
"Hi, Trowa," she said in her cheerful voice. "Nervous about tomorrow night's performance?"
"No," he managed to choke out.
"Oh, so you have everything all worked out?"
"Yes," he managed.
"That's cool," she replied. "I'm a nervous wreck. I know my whole routine, but I'm just afraid I'll mess up and fall. That would be horrible!"
"Yeah," he said. I must sound so lame, he thought to himself.
"So," she said, breaking through his thoughts. "How old are you, anyway?"
"Nineteen," he replied casually.
"Cool," she exclaimed. "I'm eighteen going on nineteen, myself."
"Neat," he said. he asked himself mentally.
"Yup," she said cheerfully. There was an awkward pause. Then she clapped her hands, said good-bye to him, and went to work on her routine. He sighed with relief and went for a warm shower.
Later that day, Lita was nowhere to be found. Then someone decided to check her dressing room and found that the door was locked. Trowa pounded on it for a few minutes, calling her name, but the door didn't open. Finally, getting worried, he kicked it in.
Lita was lying on her bed, shaking and as pale as a sheet. He rushed to her side. Her breathing was shallow. Her forehead was clammy and sweaty. Suddenly, she jerked up and looked around wildly.
"What," she asked in a panicked voice.
"I busted the door down. Everyone's been looking for you all afternoon," Trowa explained.
"Oh," she said, lying back down. "I'm sorry to worry all of you like that. I've been throwing up for awhile and finally passed out. I've been too nervous today."
"Just lay down and rest now," he said, grabbing a wet washcloth and a bowl of cool water. "I'll watch over you and you'll be better by morning."
"Thanks," she muttered weakly before passing out. Trowa shooed everyone out and closed the door. He pulled the chair from Lita's vanity over to her bedside and sat down.
Wringing the rag out, he studied her ashen face. , he thought.
Slowly, he pushed the chocolate-colored hair away from her face and dapped it with the cloth. Then, compelled by some strong force, he kissed her lightly on the forehead. He was shocked with himself. Never, in his life, had he done something like that. Just then, she jerked up and threw-up again. This time, though, she missed the trashcan. Everything that was left in her stomach was now in Trowa's lap.
"Sorry," she mumbled before she was asleep again. He quickly went to put on some new pants then returned to her side.
The night passed slowly for Trowa, who barely got any sleep. But, being a gundam pilot, he was used to little or no sleep.
Finally, the night of the performance came. Trowa had just finished his act. Now it was Lita's turn. She was standing on a platform, dressed in an emerald green leotard, white tights under that, and a pair of emerald green slippers. All of her hair, except for her bangs, was pulled back into a tight-and-graceful bun high on the back of her head and covered with an emerald green cloth, tied with a sugar-pink ribbon.
As the spotlight shone on her and the ringmaster gave her the cue, she started her
performance. As she dove from the tight wire to the trapeze, she went over what was next. Then her hand slipped.
Downward she fell. Hoping to slow her fall, she flipped a few times. Trowa caught her on his shoulders, riding his unicycle, pretending this was part of the act.
"What are you doing," she whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
"Play along," he replied.
As they rode around the ring once, the crowd cheered. Lita waved and smiled. she thought,
"That was sensational, you two," the manager shouted joyfully when they rode over. "When did you work that out?"
"Kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing," she said, looking at Trowa. He'd just saved her life. But, why? she thought, I guess it really doesn't matter. She let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding.
"Hey, Trowa," someone shouted. "Over here, buddy!"
Trowa turned to see his four fellow gundam pilots walking towards him, some smiling. Heero and Wufei weren't smiling, but that was no surprise.
"Hey," he said.
"Great show," Duo said, shaking his hand. "Who was that girl?"
"Lily," Trowa asked.
"Yeah," Duo said. "Can you introduce us?"
"Sure, come on," Trowa said, leading them backstage.
When they reached Lita's dressing room, Trowa knocked lightly. The door opened and she came out, almost running into Trowa.
"Oh, sorry, Trowa," she apologized. "I didn't hear you knock. I was just coming to thank you for saving my life out there. Who are your friends?"
The blush that crept up Trowa's neck and colored his cheeks went unnoticed by everyone,except a certain blonde Arabian boy.
"These are some old friends of mine. This is Heero Yuy, Quatre Rebarbra Winner, Wufei Chang,and--"
"Duo Maxwell," Duo said, rushing forward and clasping her small hands in his, "at your service. If you ever need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask." He then kissed both of her hands lightly.
For some reason that he couldn't fathom, Trowa felt a stab of jealousy at this display of affection on Duo's part. He felt like jerking Duo away from her by his braid. Fortunately for Trowa, Wufei did just that.
Lita smiled politely and shook hands with Quatre. Heero shook her hand briefly, but
Wufei just simply nodded. This made her a bit uneasy. The one with the blue eyes and unruly brown hair wasn't helping much either. What did Trowa say his name was again? Heero? she thought. His eyes were so unnerving. But they reminded her of Trowa's eyes. Filled with pain from seeing so much in so little time. she asked herself silently. She wanted to.... What? Ease their pain? How crazy was that? After what had happened the last time she had gotten involved with a guy, she'd promised herself that she was swearing guys off. She didn't want to lose the trust of another friend.
"Miss Lily," someone said, bringing her back to reality. Duo had evidently been talking to her.
"Oh, I'm sorry Duo," she apologized. "I must have space out there for a moment. And please,call me Lita. It's my real name, after all. Now, what were you saying?"
As she was launched into conversation with the energetic Duo, she could still feel two sets of eyes watching her. she thought.
Heero watched Lita converse with Duo, all the while keeping his face emotionless. She was so pretty. He watched her eyes scan Trowa and himself. He felt like smiling. Almost.... But she was watching Trowa also. Her beautiful eyes would fill with sorrow and a tinge of curiosity every time her eyes fell upon them. Trowa presented a problem. They were friends. But would one girl be able to drive a wedge between them?
Trowa watched Heero closely. So his friend liked Lita also? This just wouldn't do. He'd seen Lita first. he thought.
"So, Lita," Duo said slyly. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Lita's eyes kind of glazed over. She seemed lost in thought.
"No," she finally answered hesitantly. "If you'll excuse me, it's getting late. I've had a long day and I would like some sleep. Good night, gentlemen." She smiled at them then turned to Trowa, the smile still playing on her lips.
"Sweet dreams, Trowa," she said.
"Sweet dreams, Lita," he whispered.
She disappeared behind her drssing room door. Inside, she sighed. Between Heero and Trowa, they'd make her break her promise about guys. Pushing the thoughts from her head, she climbed into bed, not bothering to change clothes, and was asleep before her head hit the pillow. It had been a long day.
The gundam pilots left after a few more minutes of talk. Quatre insisted that Trowa come and visit sometime, and to tell Lita that she was welcome also. As Heero turned to leave, Trowa his wrist and held him back.
"Talk," Heero asked. Trowa nodded.
"What about," Heero asked.
"Lita," was Trowa's only response.
"What about her," Heero asked.
"She's mine," Trowa said.
"She just said that she doesn't belong to anyone," Heero reminded.
"I like her and I think she likes me back," Trowa challanged.
"That's for her to decide," Heero said, walking away.
"Stay away from her," Trowa said to Heero's retreating back.
"No," Heero growled.
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Well, that's it for now. If this thing loads funky, please don't pay attention. This thing may be
screwed up. I'm not sure, and I don't have time to check on it. That's thanx to a certain
annoying little brother of mine. But, let's hope that it won't happen in the future. For just about
everyone's sake. Review please. I love hearing what people have to say about my stories! ^_^!
Later days, loyal readers.