Eye of the Beholder
By: Gypsy Tollamer
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Gypsy: Hello all my friends and fans! I'm sure you've been wondering what's been going on with this fic. I took the month of May off to relax and have some "me" time. Now I'm back at the dorms getting ready for Summer semester. Don't expect too many great updates during summer due to the fact I have to pull A's to keep my scholarship. I think it's 2, I hope it's not 3. This fic is going to be slow in coming to the good parts well, because it's very complicated. Why did I have to pick the hard way? Please remember to read and review because it makes me happy.
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Quatre found that two days later he couldn't write, again… He was about to scream when the phone rang. Quatre picked it up.
"hello?"
"Quatre? Is that you?" a familiar voice said.
"Geoffrey!" Quatre said leaning back in his chair with a smile on his face. Geoff had been his only friend in high school before his visit to the clinic. He knew every thing about Quatre. Quatre had grown to miss his friend since he left for Africa for a study on the predators of the African Sahara.
"How are you?" Quatre asked.
"I'm good. I'm back from Africa with some amazing photographs you wouldn't believe it." He said.
"We'll have to get together some time so you can show me." Quatre said.
"that's why I'm calling." He said. "I wanted to come over right now and show you my slides. That is if you're not busy."
"Yeah." Quatre said. "Come on over. I have writer's block anyway."
"Be over in about ten minutes then, I guess." He said.
Quatre smiled and got up to go put on some decent clothes.
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Later that night Trowa came home to Quatre at work on dinner in the kitchen.
"It smells good." He said. "Italian chicken?"
"Your favorite." Quatre said planting a kiss on his husband's cheek.
"What's the occasion? You look all happy and flushed." He said. "Did you write a new chapter?"
"Nope," Quatre said. "Didn't write a damn thing. You remember I told you about my pal Geoff? Well he came back from Africa and today he came over for lunch and showed me his slides. Africa is amazing, Trowa."
"Very cool. Why didn't he stay for dinner? I've always wanted to meet Geoff." He said.
"I tried to convince him but he had go back to his house and unpack, and wash his clothes before he goes to his meeting with National Geographic." He said.
"Wow." Trowa said taking the plates from the cupboard and setting the table.
"It really inspired me." Quatre said.
"You're going to write a book about animals?" Trowa inquired.
"No. I saw all his slides of Egypt and I decided that's going to be my subject for my new book. Something dark and based upon legends." He said handing Trowa the salad bowl and the plate of garlic bread.
"What about your psychological thriller you were working on?" he asked. "You had about 200 pages on it."
"I threw it out. It was a piece of shit." Quatre said. "I'll go to library and Barnes and Noble tomorrow and get a new start."
"New starts are always expensive." Trowa joked. "What about all those books you bought morgues."
"I might start something with them. Books are always good for a writer to have. You never know when you need to check a fact." He said taking the chicken from the oven and putting it on a plate. "Let's eat."
"Okay love." Trowa said sitting down with their drinks in his hands.
End of part 2
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