By: Silent Lullaby

Gundam Wing does not belong to me. However the story does.

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I apologize if the pairing wasn't what you were hoping for. I like a variety of pairings which works to my advantage when writing since I don't have to make the pilots too out of character when I fit them in the story. However if you don't like the pairing, I have two stories with 3x4, 2x1x2, in them, and a 1x4. For Wufei fans, send has him with Treize and Zechs. Still I hope you continue to read something out of the ordinary.

Just two other notes, I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic and I have an odd sense of humor that doesn't show up much outside of my mind except in my writing.

Lastly, I don't edit much so if you see a particularly large mistake, or just one that seems annoying, please tell me, I'd be extremely grateful.

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I still feel like an idiot even now. After he smiled at me I was so busy staring at him that I didn't respond until his soft smile faded and his head began to tilt towards the ground.

"I guess I was wrong then."

His words were so softly spoken that the gentle breeze almost blew them away. He seemed sad now as he stared at the ground, and I didn't know why at the time. His words didn't make sense but then they seemed to be more like a thought that he had whispered out loud.

His head tilted back up towards me and unreadable expression had formed on his face. His emerald eyes were blank and slightly glossy. His lips neither smiling nor frowning. Even his hair seems a bit lifeless now as the breeze died down and it settled over the side of his face.

"I should go then, sorry if I made you late for anything."

"You didn't."

It was about time the connection between my brain and mouth started to work, but of all things to say, why in hell did I say that? I guess some things never become clear, even over the passage of time. At least after that I had enough wits about me to speak.

"I don't have anymore classes today."

Sometimes I wonder why I'm so strange. My mind can be screaming one thing and I'll say some things else in practically a monotone. I wanted to ask him if he'd like to get some coffee with me, instead I tell him I have no other classes today. I still have those moments and every time I feel a need to just jump off a cliff or blow myself to kingdom come.

They always said that actions speak louder than words.

So I kissed him.

It wasn't like in the movies where I walk up to him and we star off into each other's eyes before having an earth shattering kiss that leaves us both breathless. Not to mention that we certainly didn't go walking hand in hand into the sunset or off to some romantic destination were we began what would lead to a picture perfect life. No little house in the suburbs with the white picket fence and adopted child.

Instead I just about marched up to him, grabbed his wrist and turned him back towards me, place a hand on either side of his face and kissed him. Knowing me I probably glared throughout the entire thing. Not that the kiss was all that long, he was too shocked to respond, and I didn't know what I was doing. SO basically I just pressed my lips against his and pulled back. Forgetting my hands on his face.

Do you want to know what he did then?

He laughed.

I still don't know if he was laughing at the situation, himself, or me. Probably me. I mean here this guy he met in a dark club, where he'd possibly been drinking, or at least intoxicated by the presence of so many people. Then again I don't think all that smoke came from cigarettes and the fog machine.

"If you're done kissing me, maybe you'd like to get a bite to eat. I haven't had lunch."

Rather than trusting myself enough to manage a simple yes I nodded. Knowing me I probably would have ended up saying something like the breeze is gone, or there's a rock in my shoe.

There really was a rock in my shoe though that day.