Part 5
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Vincent called Relena many times over the next couple of days, but she never returned any of his calls. She was out with Heero and his friends, his friends that were now her friends. Whoever thought that a pacifist and a bunch of soldiers could have so much fun? A week after Relena's surprise party, she and Heero went joyriding around the colony in his convertible. She enjoyed doing things with him that she wouldn't normally do (she had to set an example for the people that looked up to her for leadership). She let her hair fly wildly in the breeze, blared hard-core rap music (Quatre's favorite), wore skimpy little outfits, and yelled at boys in other cars. Heero didn't mind this; he was doing the same thing (to girls in other cars). At an intersection, Relena asked him to turn right.
"I gotta tell Vincent it's over. He doesn't know that yet." She said with a smile. Heero took the turn.
Vincent's doorbell rang. He answered it, wearing an expensive dress housecoat. He reached for her. She ducked out of his way.
"What's the matter, darling? Where have you been?"
"You can call me Relena now Vincent. It's over."
Vincent looked over Relena's shoulder and saw Heero wave at him.
"You left me for—"
"You see, Vince, its not that Heero didn't love me. He did-or rather-he does, and he knows how to show it without the expensive gifts to cover up cheating. Get the picture?"
"No."
"Sorry. You'll figure it out." Heero honked for Relena.
"I gotta go. My boyfriend wants to go so we can joyride. I hope you and your ho are very happy together. Peace." Relena turned and returned to the car, leaving Vincent wide-eyed, open-mouthed, and shocked. Heero opened the door for her and helped her in, closing it behind her. He got back in the driver's seat and rove of with his girl.
Later that afternoon, Heero and Relena were in the park, on their bench, deeply engaged in novels. Heero lay in Relena's lap. For a moment, she put her book down and looked at the boy she loved. He was so handsome. In fact, now that she thought about it, Heero was better looking than Vincent. Much better looking. He looked better than Vincent ever was or would be. Heero was buff with a luscious tan complexion, wild brown hair, and beautifully wild Prussian blue eyes. Vincent was just an ugly frikin' duckling. He was slim and pale with flushed cheeks and huge shoulders that were out of proportion with the rest of his body. Dumping his ugly ass made Relena feel like a great burden had been lifted. She played with his hair.
"Heero," she stared quietly.
"Hmm?"
"Why do I love you?"
"I don't know. A pacifist and a soldier. Who knew?" he said, sitting up and letting Relena lay on his chest. "Probably the same reason I love you."
She smiled gently and the kissed. Their intimate silence was suddenly shattered by the screech of tires. They both looked up to see an old Buick speeding insanely down the street, hitting car after car. It zoomed into the park. The car screeched and screamed, swerved and chased the park's occupants everywhere. The mad car spun to face Heero and Relena. Relena, terrified, froze, holding Heero. The car zoomed at them. Heero gave Relena a super hard shove, sending her flying in to the fountain's pool, a yard away. She landed with a thud! And a splash.
"Heero!" she screamed. Years after, she still wouldn't believe what she saw next.