Chapter3: Choices
By: Akira006
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That afternoon we were at the circus again. I was waiting backstage for my turn to go on. I was a little nervous like I always before my act. Catherine had run off to get ready herself, and I was left alone to wait. I hated waiting. I've always hated waiting since I've always had very little patience when it came to things like waiting. I paced back and forth and stared at my reflection to make sure everything was fine. I continually fixed my costume and then fixed it back.
I walked out to go find something to do besides wait or to find someone to wait with. I smiled and walked down the makeshift hallway to the third separate area. A cloth hung in the way to keep away peeping eyes. Well, I couldn't knock so I just walked on in.
Trowa had his shirt off and the button on his pants was undone.
"Sorry!" I quickly apologized and made to leave.
"It's alright," Trowa said with a laugh and buttoned his pants. "No harm done."
I nodded, feeling my cheeks burn whenever I looked at him, but I couldn't keep my eyes off him.
"So . . ." Trowa began.
"I couldn't stand waiting alone!" I blurted out. "I get-I get nervous still and it's worse when I wait alone. And so I came to see you so I wouldn't wait alone."
Trowa laughed. "Mouthful, eh?"
"More like two," I replied with a shy laugh.
He sat down on a wooden crate and patted the spot next to him. I walked over and sat down next to him. "You're nervous?"
"Kinda," I replied. "It's not as bad anymore." I looked up at him with each word before quickly looking down shyly.
Trowa chuckled softly and lifted my chin. "Afraid of me?" He asked; his face dangerously close to mine.
I swallowed hard before replying, "Never."
He smiled. "Good." He kissed my lips softly and slowly. He made me ask him for more, left me in control of what happened. I opened my mouth to give him access and leaned closer to him to deepen the kiss. He never did more than what I asked, but whatever he did only left me asking him for more. Our tongues melted together just like our bodies melted together. He ended with a slow kiss and stared into my lust filled eyes. "You're on next," He said at last.
I listened and it was true. The band was playing the number right before my own. I smiled at him and took my leave to wait again. I found Catherine on the way fully dressed. She was looking me over when she said, "You're lipstick's smudged."
"Fix it," I commanded. I felt my cheeks flush when she did since I knew what it was from. What if she asked? Oh please! Why would she take a guess like that? "I'm on!" I shouted and tore away from Catherine because it was my turn and also so she wouldn't have time to ask me a single question.
I performed my act yet again flawlessly and took my bows. The audience clapped and clapped, and I smiled and smiled. I finally went off to the back area. Trowa and Catherine were talking to each other about something when I was back. I squeezed past her to go to my dressing area.
"Willow!" She called out. I froze in my tracks and turned around to face her, forcing a calm expression on my face.
"Yes?" I asked as cooly as I could.
"Come here," She commanded while motioning me over. I walked over slowly and stood next to her.
"What is it?" I asked again.
"The circus is moving," Catherine explained gently. I nodded for her to continue. "You live here," She tried again.
"Oh," I said, realization dawning on me. I thought for a moment. They couldn't leave! I couldn't go back to that horrible place. I won't! "Can I not come with you?!"
"Yes, yes, of course you can!" Catherine replied. "But won't your parents be worried?"
"They don't care," I quickly regretted the words. "I mean they won't mind if I leave with you guys."
"Alright," Catherine continued. "Well, you need to go home and pack your things."
My mind snapped at hearing to have to go home. "Go home to pack?" I asked to confirm it.
"Yes, we're leaving town," Catherine replied, seeming to be getting partially annoyed.
"Right." I had just borrowed some of Catherine's clothes all this time. I had never thought of going back to get my stuff from that living hell.
"Is everything alright?" Catherine asked with a concerned voice when she saw the panicked look in my eyes.
"Yes!" I snapped out my answer. "I just need some help to get my stuff and all." I lied, not even sure why I said it. I was hoping it would somehow help.
"I'll help," Trowa volunteered.
"No!" I quickly said. "I mean . . ." I couldn't see any way of getting out of this. "You shouldn't. It's my burden and all."
"I don't mind." Trowa continued.
I felt a cold sweat overcome me, and fear once again gripped me in its icy hold. I've made it worse than it was to begin with!
"Then it's settled. Tomorrow you two will go pack, and you'll be part of the family!" Catherine said with a laugh. Trowa was smiling at me before he saw how distraught I looked.
"Willow . . ." He took a step towards me, but my knees buckled. He caught me in his arms, and I struggled to gain my balance again. Trowa still didn't let go though. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" I said with a laugh to prove it though I felt sick inside. "Just felt kinda dizzy for a moment. I'm fine, I'm fine." I repeated and swatted Trowa off. "I'll just go get changed. You guys are on soon. I would hate to delay you both any longer." I fled to my dressing area. I was frightened beyond belief. Trowa come to my home?! With my parents?! Oh my god . . . oh my God . . . oh my God! And me! Me go home and . . . No, I can't! I took deep breaths and began to formulate someway to make this better.
Maybe if we go when my parents aren't home. But how will I know when they're gone? Maybe if I walk down there and see they're there then I can begin to show Trowa around. Or maybe get 'lost' in conversation and have to go back to my house because I wasn't paying attention.
These were all possible choices, but I still couldn't see myself going back to that place. And what about Trowa? When he sees the state of our tiny apartment. I can only imagine the shape it has gone to without me there to clean up after everyone. And what if my parents come when we're packing? My father. I don't want to think about what he'll do to me but also what he would do to Trowa.
I changed to try and get my mind off the problem at hand, but of course, it was impossible. That night I didn't sleep at all. I stayed awake and stared at the ceiling and the slow fan. It reminded me of my first morning here. While I was here, my scars and cuts and bruises had all healed. I was beginning to forget my past pain and memories. I didn't want have them resurface, or to have new painful memories join them.
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