GS Note: Yes, this is only one, I get it. Don't worry, this is just a peek into the real world again. Back to chibi-Duo next part, I swear! I just wanted some Heero in there!
Before the Tale
Side story #1
My fingers shook slightly as I saved the document and shut down my laptop. Soon after I had started classes last month I found it a lot easier and neater to type and transferred all my stories to my computer. Now, sitting at a table in the library near an outlet, I slipped the second-hand computer into my bag and shouldered it. I wiped my dry eyes absently and hurried to the exit. I think I got a few looks but all I could concentrate on was how I needed Heero right now.
I caught the city bus a few blocks from the library. It was late and not many people were on fortunately. I took a seat near the door, shifting in my seat and playing with my braid. Why the hell was this bus ride so long? I was up and out of the door before the bus stopped completely, already jogging to the campus.
"Oh come on Duo," I spoke quietly to myself, ignored by the students studying outside. "Buck up. What's the worst that can happen? He's not there? Then I'll just go home." But I really need him right now…
I managed to not get myself lost as I looked for his room. The most we've done is talk over the phone and computer since he left and butterflies fluttered in my stomach as my mind raced with dozens of senarios. What if he decided he didn't feel for me anymore? Was he busy? Did he not want me here? Damn this was a bad idea…
I knocked on his door, anxiety making me shift from foot to foot as I waited for the door to open. It didn't. My heart sagged as I knocked again, this time I heard a curse and someone shuffle to the door. They sounded angry…
The door opened and a sleepy, tossled face looked blurrily at me. A grey tank top and red boxer clad Heero blinked.
"Duo?"
"C-can I come in?" my voice shook as I rubbed my hands tensely. "Please?"
"Sure, my roommates at his girlfriend's tonight so—" that was all he got out before I rushed in and shut the door behind me. He looked surprised at my haste. I looked at the floor, unsure of where to start. He reached over and placed a hand on my shoulder when the dam broke. I praticaly dove at him, I scared into falling on his rear. I clung to his chest, babbling about the story I was writing and about Sister Helen, making no sense. He rubbed my back soothingly, whispering for me to slow down so I could speak. Eventally his voice calmed me and I let him go. He pulled me to the leg-less couch and let me start again.
I fell asleep to a gentle kiss on the top of my head.