[See first part for Warnings and Disclaimers]
Off Ramp by Curtis
Chapter One: Orange Sherbet
[Duo POV]
'Oh Gods I'm thirsty.'
That was the one thought that kept repeating over and over in my head as I completed the final loop with my skates, sweat making its way down my face and the curve of my back. It had only been a little over a week ago that G had found me and declared me to be his "perfect" model, and stupid me, I thought that meant that I didn't have to change a thing.
Showed how much I knew.
"G, can I take a drink now?" He looked up at my sweat drenched form and let out a laugh as he happily reclined in his old lawn chair, fingering the magazine in his lap. My left eye twitched, something that had been becoming a habit recently.
I forced my left eye to behave itself so I could send a glare over in his direction.
Apparently my legs and arms weren't toned enough for him, and in order to correct this he had given me 10 pound weights to carry around while I roller bladed in a fucking circle. Over and over again. For 2 fuckin' hours.
"Yes, of course. Just don't have anything other than the bottled water on the bottom shelf. And make sure you only have one, I don't want you putting on any water weight before your demo shoot."
I rolled my eyes as I tugged off the blades and tossed them on the ground. As I entered his house I easily spotted his tiny refrigerator and practically threw open the door. The bottled water that he ordered I drink sparkled up at me from the bottom shelf, just as he said it would. However, Duo Maxwell never took orders from anyone and I found myself taking the lone Mt. Dew bottle that sat on the top shelf.
I sat down heavily on the floor as I popped off the lid and took a large drink. It was times like this that I found true happiness. I had thought that the moment G had taken me in, the stress in my life would just evaporate. But that had not been the case. In fact, the moment G had taken me in my stress had almost doubled. On the streets I had never had to bother with the way I looked. I had not been in the business of selling myself, and if you lived on the streets that was probably the only reason you would want to look good. After all, looking good on the streets only gave more incentive to the perverts who were looking to rape.
Even when I had been in school I hadn't really cared about what I looked like. Sure, I had always washed my hair and brushed my teeth, but I had never really paid attention to how toned my muscles were, or what type of clothes I wore.
Now, things were totally different. Every day I had to weigh myself first thing in the morning to make sure that I hadn't gained anything the day before, and G always made sure I stuck to eating fruits and vegetables with water as the main drink. Okay, so I admit that at first I loved it. What street rat wouldn't love always knowing what they were going to be eating and drinking everyday? However G had a sweet tooth, and eating a small salad while he's eating a bag a chips and cookies just didn't sit well with me. Sometimes I would get the biggest craving for some ice cream ya know? And G, being who he is, always has boxes of ice cream snacks in his fridge. It sucks to know that it's so close, yet so far away. At least on the street the things you want are to far away to tease you.
I had only been living with the man a week, and yet I found myself wanting to run back to the streets with my tail between my legs.
"Boy what are you doing?"
Hearing G's voice from outside, I quickly picked myself up from the floor and threw the almost empty Dew bottle in the trash. I knew it was a futile effort on my part, there was no doubt in my mind that he would find out that I had drank it instead of the water. But at least for now I was in the shade.
"Nothin' G, I was just restin' on the floor." I replied as I walked over to the open door (had I forgotten to close it?) and stepped out into the bright light.
G lifted his head from the magazine he was reading and raised an aged eyebrow at me. "You look like shit."
My eye twitched again. "Ya would look like shit too if ya had just gone skatin' in 90 degree weather with 20 pound weights attached to y'ur arms."
"Are you still complaining about that?" It bugged me immensely that he hadn't even been looking at me when he spoke this time around. Instead, all his attention had once again returned to the magazine in his lap.
"Yeah, I'm still complaining about that."
G smirked at me, and gingerly got up from his lawn chair. I made sure to watch every move he made. I might not have been living with him long, but I had been around him enough to know that every time he got that look on his face he was up to something.
"Here," he grunted as he slapped the open magazine to my chest as he passed by me and continued through the still open door into the house. I must have had a confused expression on my face because he turned around once he had entered the house and addressed me again. "Study that page, when you think you've learned something from it come in the house and we'll talk."
I know I winced as the door slammed, and in fact, I think the whole house winced as the door slammed. G lived in a one story house that I knew for a fact he hated. Once upon a time he had been rich and lived in a large house, or so he told me. An ex-leading model of his did something that cost him his fortune and his rep, which was why he had been so desperate as to get me.
Knowing that I wasn't going to be getting in the house until I looked at the magazine, I forced myself to sit in the lawn chair that G had left out and look at the pages that were open to me.
And I blinked. Oh, I know that sounds stupid, but its true! The first thing I did when I saw what G had left for me to look at was blink. I guess it was my mind processing what it was seeing.
On the left side of the magazine was some boring article on how to kiss, written in light pink letters on a dark blue background. However that wasn't what interested me. What interested me was what was on the right side.
It was a full page ad for a brand of cigarettes. In the ad was a boy not must older then me, 21 maybe 22, with dark chocolate hair that fell messily over his forehead. His eyes were a dark lightning blue, and I couldn't help but think that he was wearing contacts. It was impossible for someone to have eyes that color normally. The features on his face told of his Asian ancestry, and his body was thin and toned. My eyes moved over his slim hips in a caress, and I swear I could feel the drool gathering at the side of my mouth. He was pushed up again a wall, with a cigarette dangling from his long fingers. The way he stood told of his confidence and I couldn't help but think that in real life he would be rather intimidating.
"That's what we want."
My head snapped up so fast that I swore I gave myself whip lash. G was standing in front of me with an amused smile on his face, looking quite happy with himself. I had the desire to stick my tongue out at him, but held it in knowing that G would probably make some comment on how childish I was. It really did bug me that he could sneak up on me. I had only been off the street for about a week and already I was losing my edge.
"What exactly is it that we want? And why are you out here, I thought you were gonna to wait inside for me?" I wanted to groan at my whiny voice. Oh, the horrors of sounding like a drama queen.
"What we want, is what you just did," G said, ignoring my second question while sitting himself on the ground in front of me when all I did was look at him stupidly. "You got lost in that boy while looking at him." There had been a bitter tone in his voice in the last statement that I couldn't help but pick up on. "Your eyes focused on him, and you didn't even hear me come outside because you were so into looking at him. Thats what we want people to do when they look at you. If you're ever going to make this work you need to put out the same aura that he's putting out, you need to draw people in."
"So, what you're saying is that I need to start thinking I'm this guy in my demo shoot?" I didn't really need any more explanation, but I knew it would piss off G, so I let the question fire.
"No. What I'm saying is that you need to get his attitude...."
G kept on talking after that, but I didn't pay much attention to him. He had rambled enough around me for me to be able to tune him out. My gaze found itself resting back on the picture, and the question came out past my lips before I had even realized that it had formed in my head.
"Did you know him?"
G's eyes went wide and for a moment I thought he was going to go into seizures. "W... Why do you ask that?"
I shrugged my shoulders, trying to look uninterested while in reality I was burning to know what G was hiding. "Its just that you sounded so bitter when you were talkin' about him is all."
G looked at me hard under his gaze for a moment before sighing and closing his eyes. "Yes, I do know that boy in that ad."
I knew I was pushing, but I couldn't stop myself. "How?"
G looked like he was going to tell me something but then change his mind. "He's Heero Yuy, and everyone in this business knows who he is. Just like someday everyone will know who Duo Maxwell is." He paused as he got up. "Now, if you'll excuse me I am going to go make your lunch, and mine. You need to go up to your room and put on the clothes I put on your bed, you have your shoot in 2 hours."
As I watched G leave, I knew for a fact that he hadn't told me all he knew about the Asian boy in the magazine ad. Yawning, I got up out of the lawn chair and made my way over to the door.
For now it didn't really matter that G was holding things back from me, because in 2 hours I had my first demo shoot.
TBC...
Extra Note: *cough* This chapter came out a bit boring, didnt it? Actually there was a whole point to this chapter, you just need to look for it...(aka there was a clue that needed to be dropped so future chapters could be written) ^^;
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