DISCLAIMER: I don't own it, nor will I ever own it. It's taken me a while, but I've grudgingly accepted my lot in fate.
WARNINGS: Do I really need to repeat myself? Oh well, this fic is yaoi, has swearing and rating most likely go up in later chapters. Get over it.
A//N: Wow, I have reviews, [does a happy dance] Yay!!! I fixed that annoying problem of not allowing anonymous reviewers review. Stupid thing to have, I think. But it's all good now ^__~ Anyway, I do know that the reason Duo has been adopted isn't all that great, but I wracked my brain for ten minutes to figure out a way to make this all plausible and that's what I came up with. I wasn't about to stress over it all that much, not when I was geared up to write the rest of the story. Sorry if it bugs you. Oh, and to let you readers know, I do plan on incorporating the other G-boys in somehow. Also, only Duo will be in first person, any third person inserts in it will be from other characters' pov. Those pov most likely will change as the story progresses. Okay, enough with my yapping, on with the show!
Chapter three: Meetings and Lateness
Jason looked at his watch, looked up down the street then back at his watch. Jero was five minutes late. Jero was never late. Despite his laid back appearances, Jero was a stickler for being on time. The words 'Jero' and 'late' just didn't go together. It was unheard of.
Jason scratched his shaggy brown hair, still staring at his watch. Right now, Jero was five minutes, seventeen seconds late. No, make that eighteen seconds. It was mind boggling. "Hey, Terri, what time do you have on your watch?" He asked. Surely his $150 digital watch with the complex stop watch system incorporated in it was wrong. He just couldn't see Jero being late. He, himself, was the one who was always late and it drove his best friend crazy.
"3:36," Terri replied. She was a pretty girl with hazel eyes and shoulder length straight pink hair. She was sitting on the steps of the Public Library, legs kept decently together since she was wearing a red pleaded skirt with torn fishnets, knee high black army boots, and a tight low scooped camouflage tank top. She wore the standard punk jewelry and heavy eyeliner. Plus her silver Saks Fifth Avenue watch that did not at all match her punk style. The watch had been a gift from her favorite cousin and she refused to stop wearing it just because it was considered 'preppy.'
"Damn," Jason said in awe, "He really is late." He never thought he would see the day. He stuffed a hand into his baggy jean pockets (complete with the chains) and stared down the street that Jero should have walked down six minutes ago. He idly scratched his chest that was covered by a sky blue fishing shirt that showed a faded white bass being caught. It used to be his uncle's before he stole it for his own wardrobe. Unlike his other friends, Jason didn't do the piercing or jewelry thing. Getting a few chains on his pants was as far as he would go with the accessories. He didn't feel comfortable with the whole piercing-a-hole-through-my-body thing. He left that to Jero and Terri, his two best friends in the world.
"Think we should record this?" Terri asked, her eyes catching Jason's startling blue ones.
"Yeah, then send it off to the school newspaper. D'ya think it has a chance at the front page?" He responded. As far as he was concerned at the moment, Jero wasn't going to hear the end of this.
"Oh, you two think this is just sooo amusing," another girl's cranky voice snapped out. It was Claire. Leave it to Claire to fail to see the amusement in the situation. Unlike Jason and Terri, Claire didn't dress punk, or grunge, or goth. Instead she went with the prep look. Tight, barely there Abercrombie and Fitch shirt, tight khaki pants, and suede high heeled boots that gave her three more inches of height. She had light green eyes and shoulder length strawberry blond hair that was unnaturally straight. She was hot and she knew it. Claire and Jero's family had been close friends since their great-great grandfathers' time so despite their different tastes and styles they still hanged out occasionally with each other. Especially when shopping was the theme. Claire was a shopoholic and took it very seriously. Frighteningly so.
"Well, it is kinda amusing," Terri tried to say, only to be cut off by Claire.
"Amusing? This is anything but amusing! Here he has a new brother or whatever that boy is living with him, who doesn't have a decent wardrobe and he is late? How dare he? Doesn't he know that I don't have all day to spend wasting time? His mother gave me specific instructions to buy this Duo Maxwell new clothes, and Goddamnit I will!" She began pacing back and forth, still ranting.
Terri and Jason gave each other a look. It was best to leave Claire alone when she got like this.
Jason sighed and looked at his watch. Ten minutes, Jero was late ten minutes. He was starting to get worried when a very familiar male voice drifted over to his ears. He looked up and to his vast amusement saw the black and white spiked hair that announced that his friend was coming. And dragging along a…a girl?...by her arm.
The girl was pretty with a smooth heart shape face and long chestnut braid that was jumping around her thighs as she was pulled roughly along. She had a humongous grin on her face that showed off her white straight teeth. He caught glimpses of purple...blue…purple eyes. She wasn't just pretty, she was beautiful. She had a damn good body too. Clad in worn out black jeans, scratched up army boots, and a threadbare black shirt that was actually very form fitting. And showed off that the she was really a he. Jason blinked. That was strange. He'd seen pretty boys before, but none that he had actually thought were girls…at least not hot girls.
Jero, stopped in front of them, still fuming. His extremely handsome features stony and grim. The boy, Duo Maxwell he presumed, was grinning from ear to ear.
"Well Skunk," Duo said in a friendly, smooth voice, "Looks like we made it," He then turned to the others. "Hi, the name's Duo, nice to meet cha!"
Terri was the first to recover as she replied with a hello and introduced everyone to the obviously happy boy, glancing warily at Jero. Jero was just as bad as Claire when he was in one of his snitty moods. She then gave Jason a pointed look and he took it as his cue to say something.
Unfortuneatly for him, the only thing he could think of saying at the moment wasn't the best thing to say. Ever. "You look like a girl."
A//N: Addressing Duo's height. I forgot exactly how high he is in the Anime. I don't exactly feel like looking it up either. Thus I made up a height thinking it would be fun to see how he deals with being short. I happen to be 5'1" myself, which sucks ass. I'll be lucky if I grow another inch. 5'4" isn't really all that short, not for a girl really (or is that my perspective since that's three inches taller than me?) so I figured I wasn't screwing up Duo's stature too much by shortening him down. And honestly, he will grow!!!
This is a short chappy, annoyingly short but I don't have all that much time to type. I figured people would like a short chapter now than waiting for a longer chapter. If I'm wrong about that, please tell me and I'll make amends.
Oh and you'll find out why Jero is so pissed off and late in the next chapter ^__~
