Life of Fake Love and Cheap Wine

/* AN: Welcome to the second installment of Picture! Thanks to Chibi Dark Angel for the review, ^^ I only wish I had gotten more. ^^ I accept flames and I LOVE being told what's wrong with my writing, it's the only way to get better. ^^ SO I guess keep that in mind while you're reading and review when you're done! */

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Duo sat on the couch watching old rerun cartoons, his bangs hanging carelessly into his eyes and his hair loose pooling over the his back. He glanced at the phone, "I shouldn't have called him. This is ridiculous, if wanted to be here he would be here." He throws the remote at the TV hitting the power button easily and stands up returning to his bedroom.

Wuufei lay asleep with only the sheet covering from the waist down. Duo frowns, "Why did I go to him? For his dark hair and silence? Gah!" Duo cursed himself mentally. Wuufei fit so perfectly onto Heero's side of the bed, he almost looked comfortable there. Of course no one knew about Heero and Duo's relationship even though it had been about 6 months before they split up, just so recently.

Duo smirked, funny how everyone knew he was sleeping with Wuufei though. He turned and walked out of the bedroom again, wandering about his flat aimlessly, he found himself looking at the calender. It had been three days since he and Heero had fought. He frowned again. Shifting his eyes away they fell upon a photo on their fridge.

He had his arm slung around Heero, his braid was tossed out behind him and he was flashing a "V" for Quatre, who was taking the picture. The five of them had gone to the park that day. He smiled at the memory, "That was the day we got together, he kissed me under that tree… So unexpectedly…" He growled at himself, the scowl, which seemed to be showing up so much more latly, crossed his face again and he tore the picture off the fridge and tossed it into a junk drawer, under the cutlery drawer.

He stalked out into the living room again, and plunked himself, noisily, onto the couch again… On his side, Heero always sat on one end and Duo used to cuddle into his side while they watched TV together. "There's something wrong with all this." Duo thought. "If we were so happy together, then why are we living like this?" He lowered his eyes and lost himself in thought yet again, much like he had while watching his Saturday morning cartoon reruns that, for some reason, were playing at three am on a Tuesday morning.

He found himself thirsty and so moved to the kitchen again, blessing the emptiness in his skull. He pulled a glass from a cupboard and poured himself a glass of wine, the wine that is a bag in a box, the cheapest out there. He sipped it as he closed the fridge again and leaned on the counter. "Too late to be drinking this shit. It's poison anyway." He sighs and gulps down the rest of it quickly.

His eyes fall on the junk drawer with their picture in it, "I wonder if he misses me at all?" He stands up quite suddenly, "It's time for him to go, I have to find my lover again." He walks purposefully to the bedroom and sits next to Wuufei. He stirs immedeatly.

"Hey. What's going on?" He glances at the clock, "It's three thirty in the morning, why are you still awake?"

Duo lowers his eyes to his hand on the comforter, "It's time for you to go, Wuufei."

The black haired man pushed himself up onto his elbows to look better at Duo, "Why? What's going on?"

"I've been thinking," Duo takes a deep breath, "I'm in love with someone all of us know and he's in love with me…" He paused trying to find the right words, "I only sought comfort from you."

"Oh…" Wuufei sits up properly, "I'm sorry. I hope you'll be happy…" The pain could be heard in his voice. He turned, running his fingers through his hair as he glanced around for his pants.

Duo stood and left Wuufei to get himself dressed and composed. He found himself on the couch yet again. This time there were tears on his cheeks, he had never meant to hurt Wuufei, but he hurt so much, and he was so drunk when they'd slept together the other night. He vaugly registered the door clicking closed behind the black haired man.

He walked to the bedroom and stripped the bed before getting out clean sheets and placeing them snuggly on the bed. When he crawled under the sheets after brushing out his hair, he was well aware of the cold space next to himself. He burried his face in his pillow to block the tears, but they welled up anyway when he breathed noticing the sheets still smelled of Heero, even though they'd been washed.

"What am I going to do?" He wiped the tears from his face and let his half-drunken tiredness wash over him and lull him into a depressingly dreamless sleep.

/* AN: Anyway there's the second chapter, I'll probably write the third tomorrow and the last the day after that. Since I'm going back to school on Saturday, I'll only write the possible fifth chapter if there's a demand. ^^ And by "demand" I mean five or more reviews between now and the fourth chapter saying, "I want a dirty fifth chapter, please!" But yeah… time for bed! PLEASE REVIEW! */