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Teach Me How To Be Cool
Lesson #6: God Must Hate You
[Trowa]
Quatre was beautiful, spread out on the bed as the covers swallowed his tender frame, blonde hair spilling over the cottony pillows and a smile plastered against his cherubim face.
He was mine-MY Quatre Winner and I don't intend to share him with anyone else.
"Why do you look at me like that?" He asked softly as I slid next to him into the covers. The bed was soft and had dipped beneath my weight. "It makes me feel... funny."
I smiled and kissed the top of his head, drawing him into my arms where he snuggled affectionately. "Because I can't believe how such an innocent beauty bred from my dreams came into being like this."
He blushed, a shy crimson coloring to his cheeks and I wrapped an arm around his thin waist. He was small for his age but I barely cared.
"What do you think Duo and Heero are doing right now?" His voice was gentle, a murmur of drowsiness as he peered at me with inscrutable blue eyes. That took me by surprise in all honestly.
I opened my mouth to speak when the door burst open noisily.
"You didn't lock the door," Quatre said mournfully before Heero emerged from the other end of the room with his usual death glare. I wanted to dismember Heero with my gaze alone but since I knew that was far from possible, I sighed and extracted myself from Quatre, pushing a very pissed Heero out of the room.
"Excuse us." I smiled at Quatre, closing the door, not any later before he nodded and buried himself beneath the blankets.
I despised Heero for spoiling my momentous hour with Quatre.
I turned to Heero, gathering all the hateful words at the back of my throat. "So how was it?" I asked as casually, hiding the annoyance that twisted in my stomach. "Did you ask him?"
He looked at me, a strange somewhat foreign emotion passing briefly through his Prussian blue eyes and I noticed I'd never send him the way I saw him then, before.
It was as if he were desperate. He ran a hand through his messy chocolate brown hair and averted my gaze, staring at the wall of the hallway instead.
"Well, did you?" I prodded.
"No." He was lying through his teeth.
"Why not?" Time was running out, it was a school day and I had a curfew too you know.
Quatre was waiting in my room.
Heero shouldn't have just picked out this moment to randomly annoy me, because as much as he's my best friend, I could punch him in the face for all I care, just to cease this dramatic event.
"I thought your poem worked."
He shook his head slowly and turned to face me, a vague invisible emotion hidden beneath his cold exterior. I couldn't define what it was. "I passed Relena on the way home."
I snorted. "That's a surprise." He glared at me but it was feigned and done on behalf to compensate for his weakening stance. He was falling for him and I knew it.
I could've laughed but I didn't.
"Turns out, she's been following me lately."
I wasn't interested hearing that crap so I raised my arms to appeal to him. "Spare me. And now I guess she wants you back?"
It was all so cliché and what pissed me off was the fact that Heero, of all people, was opening up to me. He never did in all the years that we had been friends for the only thing he saw me as was another acquaintance. We weren't real friends; we just stood by each other's side for the sake of having someone there.
He hardly cared about anything and now he expected me- the one who just had the decency to try and break the ice in his heart but failed- to share some words of wisdom because he was in a fix. He needed a friend, someone to hold on to and blame for his misery because he was a sick misanthrope who trusted nobody but himself.
Heero nodded at me. "It's all your fault." I was expecting that.
There was this barrier in between us and I knew he wanted to break the nearest thing he could find.
"Hasn't it always been mine?" I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms. "Can't we just get this over with so I can be with Quatre as soon as possible? The clock's ticking you know. And we still have school tomorrow, I can't afford to waste all my energy just listening to you vent your frustrations on me."
"She wants me back."
"Do you want her back?"
He hesitated I could see, before mustering the courage to speak. He was never like this, till now. "Yes."
"You're lying." I told him. "I know you, Heero. You wouldn't waste your time trying to ask Duo out if you didn't like him. Then again, I might not know you at all. You're such a mystery even to me."
"That was your plan." He really knew how to lay on the guilt. "Remember?"
"It doesn't matter if it was my plan, or yours." My voice strained as I struggled not to yell. "The point is, and let's juts leave it at that, Duo likes you and you like him back in return. Or maybe it could be more than sick infatuation, if you allow yourself for once to open up to him."
"I don't like him."
"Tell yourself that because I don't have time to be hearing this."
I opened the doorknob and twisted it around beneath my grasp.
The silence was overbearing and threatening to stretch on for more than I had intended it to.
I heard Heero's soft footfalls on the staircase and wanted to curse him for the jerk he was acting like and was, but found the words drying away from my tongue.
So instead I said, "You'll regret it."
The sound of his footsteps ceased for a swift second before he resumed his pace and left the house. I heard the door slam behind him and the maid bidding him goodbye.
***
"What happened out there?"
I faked a warm smile as Quatre spread out all the books on the bed, scribbling notes on a piece of paper and sliding them between the pages.
"I thought we were spending our time together," I said. "Without Homework included."
Quatre rolled his eyes and blushed once more, shyly looking beneath his silky eyelashes to peer at me.
"It's Tuesday tomorrow," He informed me. "We still have to face those horrible teachers for a good four days before we can actually spend quality time together, if that's what you want."
"That is what I want." I pushed away all the books to a corner of the bed and sat next to my blonde, taking his hand in mine. "And I don't really care if we've got school tomorrow because I want to spend every moment I can with you."
"I've read that." Quatre said.
"From where?"
"From 101 Things To Say To Get Into A Blonde's Pants."
I had to laugh and I scooped him up into my arms as he leaned his head against my shoulder.
"You still haven't answered my question." His voice was soft.
"Hmm?"
"What happened with Heero?" He turned to me again, with clear blue eyes that made my heart beat in a mad tumult. "Why was he here?"
I couldn't very well say the truth can I? Instead of lying though, I found myself telling the truth.
"Relena wants Heero back." I said unabashed, Quatre gasping wordlessly in return. "And it looks like she's not the only one who shares the same feeling."
I kissed the top of Quatre's head and not a second had passed before another knock on the door resounded.
I frowned, trying to calm myself as I walked towards the door. For all I know, it could be my sister who might have the same intentions as Heero to try and pry me away from my beloved.
Cathy's subtler though as she knocks ever so often to borrow some of my pens or ask us out to dinner.
"Cath-" I smiled amused, stopping myself from chortling.
Heero was standing there again, arms across his chest. Before I could say anything he pulled me from my room and shut the door behind me.
"What do you want, again?" I asked him, trying to fight the peals of laughter that rolled behind my throat. "I thought you didn't like the advice you sought from me."
"I almost touched him."
"Heero I am in no mood for-excuse me?" I narrowed my eyes in confusion. "You almost did what?"
"We almost touched. "
"Please expand my horizons, oh Jedi master Heero!" I muttered sarcastically. Heero shot me another one of his infamous death glares and I shut up.
"You know what I mean." He shut his eyes wearily, pressing his left temple with a finger. "I don't want to discuss it any further."
"Let me ask you something, Heero." I walked over to him, desperately wanting for him to lock eyes with me. "Have you ever been that close to doing 'it', when you were still with Relena?" I had to know.
He sighed, shook his head slowly, turning his eyes at me. "What the hell have I gotten myself into?" He yelled angrily more at himself than me.
"It's called love." (Or confusion, I'd wanted to say but willed myself not to speak so much) I told him belatedly after watching him clench his fists for an approximate 2 minutes while slamming them against the wall.
"Just forget about Relena and everything will be all right."
"No it won't." He said.
"Then... Make it right." I walked towards the door to my room and hesitated. "Just don't hurt him. He's Quatre's friend after all."
I didn't hear from him after that.
***
The night with Quatre had been wonderful, of course we did nothing but kiss endlessly and maybe had a few rounds of lovemaking before I drove him home to the mansion.
I reached home at 1 in the morning and lucky for me my parents weren't home till next week. I had every opportunity to do what I want with Quatre with maximized time.
I was in a very good mood that night and had even thought of stopping by at Heero's house to tell him about the place where I was bringing Quatre to, the next day before I decided against it, remembering he had his own ordeals at hand.
I stared at his bedroom window for a brief second before stepping off my car, noticing how his light had been turned on the whole time.
I could've helped him with his love problems, if only he'd let me. But knowing Heero, he'd just push me away like he'd done so before.
I shrugged to myself, and trotted to my house.
***
"Get up." I groaned, realizing a bunch of clothes had been thrown all over me and I twisted beneath the sheets, trying to hide away from the sunlight that threatened to ruin my sleep.
"Go away." I said to the voice that seemed to be Heero's and kept on persisting.
The voice seemed to have vanished then and there, footsteps dying away from the general direction of my bed, and I smiled to myself as I buried my nose into the pillows that still held Quatre's heavenly scent.
I was about to succumb to sleep when a rush of cold water splashed against me, jerking all grogginess out of my system.
My instinct told me to jump up. And I did. Blinking around to adjust my vision, I spotted Heero wearing his usual mask of cold, a bucket in his hand.
My bed was soaking wet now and the mattress had sagged down because of the water.
"What the hell was that for Yuy?" I spat out angrily.
I rubbed the sleep off my eyes and jumped off the bed, shoving Heero in the process as I made my way to another empty room in the house, trickles of water dripping down my chest. I shuddered as a breeze set in. (I sleep in my underwear by the way)
"What do you ^yawn^ want, Heero?" I asked him, scratching my back. "It's a school day and you're too early if ever you plan on giving me a ride."
"I don't." He deadpanned.
"Then what are you doing here, then?" I yawned once more. "Tossing buckets of water onto sleeping people like that?"
If it hadn't been Heero then I would've killed the person who dared to interrupt my sleep.
It was a common occurrence that Heero would come up with brilliant ideas to irk me so that I'd end up listening to what he'd have to say.
But right now, after having a meager amount of sleep, I felt more annoyed than usual-chipper in the mornings as I am.
"Bucket. Singular, actually."
I rolled my eyes. "I have no time for this." I told him. "What do you have to say that's so important anyway that you have to wake me up like that?"
I yanked the door open of a random room and entered it, immediately throwing myself onto the nearest bed I spotted.
"Well... are you just going to stand there?" I asked him, voice muffled by the pillow I'd buried my face in.
"I'm driving him to school today."
That took me by surprise. I looked up at him ignoring the disheveled fringe that caught in my other eye. I pushed it back.
"Duo?"
"Yes."
"You've finally come to your senses," I shook my head, chuckling. "That was quite fast. You are a true Jedi-"
"I just decided to give it a shot." He cut me off. "If it doesn't work out, then it's Duo's problem."
"Maxwell." I corrected him. He looked at me curiously.
"You said Duo." I shrugged.
He looked more pissed than I'd ever seen him.
***
School had been a cordial, almost bland affair that I had to deal with. Heero and I had pretty much the same classes while my little golden nymph had his with Duo. In all honesty, Heero had taken me by surprise.
He actually listened intently when Duo babbled in the car. Of course, he'd taken Quatre and me along for the ride but we had our own lives in that small space of gas and tin.
Duo would comment about the weather, and the friend he would refer to as 'politician boy' while Heero, although he tried not to show it, listened with keen interest. My 'best friend' was growing up and for once, I was glad he'd let someone in.
After the usual classes that tortured us cruelly, we headed for Heero's car after the bell rang and announced our freedom.
It seemed as if Heero was in a good mood, which is an uncommon rarity I did not want to miss. He told me earlier that he was driving us somewhere after school.
Duo, braid bobbing up and down in time with his jubilant nods as Heero opened the car door for him, was the happiest of our jolly little groupie. I could see him blushing whenever Heero touched his hand.
Quatre would be chatting away about homework while I listened, smiling at him when he'd pull at my arm and hug it. I could see myself growing old with him; maybe we'd have some (adopted) kids, a dog and a little swing on the front porch where the children could play. Or we could always live in an apartment in the city and raise our kids there. Life is perfect for me now that I've actually found somebody.
"I've opening tickets to this new bar down town." Heero said as he rounded into a corner. "Would you like to come tomorrow, Trowa?"
"Can I bring Quatre along?" I asked as my petite lover blushed.
He nodded and I smiled down at Quatre.
"How about you Duo?" I asked.
"Uh... My dad won't allow me."
Silence ensued, and I could've snapped any second because I felt like hacking the dramatic event into a billion jagged pieces.
"I'm sorry, Heero."
I could see the dismay splayed against Heero's face, I could've laughed despite the situation. Heero was finally learning the hardships of love he did not learn before with Relena.
That was a bit of life Heero just had to deal with, however knowing him, he would take it seriously as he was a tad neurotic.
"Hey, Duo... It's your stop." Quatre quipped, trying to lift our spirits. "I'm sure that bar won't be much fun anyway. I'm not going, I bet it's just as boring."
I turned to Quatre shocked but he elbowed me in the stomach.
"I won't come too." I rasped at the pain in my stomach. "It sounds far too boring, yeah."
Duo smiled bitterly. "I don't want to spoil your fun and I insist that you all go. I mean, the night's young and all, and you guys are all young as well-make most of the time and enjoy yourselves!" His father needed to lighten up. Apparently, Duo misses out on all the perks of youth.
He hopped off the car and waved at Heero. "Bye, Heero."
Heero nodded. "Would you want me to walk you to your doorstep?" Wow, Heero was being a tad cordial. He speaks without monotone too.
"No," Duo blushed beet red and stepped back from the car. "It's all right. I'll be fine. I'm sure it'll be safe for me to walk 10 feet from you without getting hurt." He smiled softly, thin lips curving upwards.
"Bye, Duo!" Quatre waved his fingers.
"See ya all tomorrow!" He hugged his books to his chest and gazed longingly at Heero who was staring at the steering wheel without turning to Duo, as if immersed in thought.
If it were another issue that dealt with Relena I would kill him.
Instead though, I tapped on his shoulder. "What the hell's it now?" I asked. God, this guy is so problematic.
He shrugged me off irritably and I sat back down. "Bye Heero." Duo said again, voice faltering this time.
When Heero did not respond and revved up the engine, my cherub's friend frowned.
The ride to Quatre's mansion was a long one.
***
"Do you think I should get him the hamster, the bracelet, the ring or the necklace?" I asked, toying with the silver jewelries strewn on my desk, idly.
frowned at the little fur ball curling itself on my history book, picking it (meaning the hamster) by its tail and setting it on another book.
"I want him to know that I see the his beauty, the exquisite rawness of his soul. I want him to know how special he means to me." I turned to Heero who looked contemplative as ever, tapping his fingers against the spacebar key of his laptop.
"And thank you so much Heero for being such a listener because pigs fly in space and Relena is dead." Nothing, not even a glare from Heero.
I picked up a baseball from my desk, raised an arm up and tossed it at Heero who caught it which such precision I was amazed. "Good catch."
Heero frowned at me closing his laptop. "I think I may have to reconsider Relena's offer."
"What was that?" I raised a suspicious brow. "And just why do you think you should?"
He remained quiet whereas by the steady silence that heaved above us I continued to be complacent.
"You're smitten with him, Heero. Face it."
He turned his eyes towards me, without the slightest hint of emotion; it made him look so hollow.
I shrugged. "Well either that or you loathe Relena so much, you've grown indifferent towards her."
I walked over to him and sat at his feet.
"The maid thinks I've wet the bed last night." I told him, on behalf of conversation, squeezing the mattress beneath me. "It's still quite damp and I don't think I'd be sleeping in here tonight."
He snorted dryly, lips twisting into an almost facsimile of a smile. "You've changed so much since last night." I kept on. "It's as if you're a brand new person now. Well at least let's be glad that you being with Duo elicit good effects."
Just don't be leading him on, I silently added.
"Can I have that hamster?" Heero pointed at the fuzzy pink-nosed critter nibbling at my history report. I shot up from the bed and extracted the hamster with two fingers. Now I'd have to write my report all over again. Darn.
"Sure, just don't get him anywhere near my stuff now that he's all yours." I placed it firmly on top of his laptop. I shuffled my report papers mournfully, sulking.
"What would you want to do with that damned thing anyway?"
Heero shrugged. "Duo."
I had to grin. "What, so now you two are on the first name basis?"
He threw a pillow at my face.
***
I didn't see Heero again, not until dismissal the next day. He had a little brown box with a red ribbon tied around it neatly. I asked him what it was but he didn't answer me, not until Duo bounced merrily into the hallway.
Anyway, I'd come to a final decision that I would give Quatre the ring because it symbolized bond and commitment. I just hope he doesn't get scared too much and think I'd want to marry him right away.
Quatre still wasn't around so I settled for listening to what Heero had to say to Duo. Heero was not a man of many words, at least not until recent times when he'd started 'dating' Duo.
I think it's for the betterment of his life that he speaks more.
Duo gave Heero a peck on the cheek, something that made me feel albeit nostalgic for my blonde cherub, and he grinned when Heero presented the box. Duo pulled out the ribbons and opened the box. I noticed there had been little holes there and Duo's cheeks stained crimson as he eyed the little furry thing there.
I wanted to tell him it was my hamster but decided against it, more or less wanting to spare myself from ending up with broken bones c/o Jedi master Heero Yuy.
Duo patted the hamster's head affectionately with his index finger, and smiled up at Heero. I couldn't help but notice another thing as well. There was another small box in which the hamster had been sitting on. Duo drew it out and opened it to reveal a silver ring with clear amethyst jewels inculcated there.
I met eyes with Heero who seethed at me silently. "Impressive." I couldn't help but mutter ambiguously. Duo turned to me and blushed. "Oh, uh.. hi Trowa!" He inched away from me uneasily. I don't think he'd gotten over my 'acting' yet. He then took the ring from the velvet box and Heero helped him slip it into his ring finger.
"It's real." Heero said softly, which surprised me because he was being sweet as cotton candy. "A family heirloom, which was passed to me recently. I wanted to give it to you, because it brings out the color of your eyes."
I wanted to vomit at Heero's fawning. He wanted a date that bad? But then again, there was sincerity-something I rarely heard from him-emanating from the low timbres of his voice. Maybe he's changed after all.
Or maybe I need to clean my ears more often.
Where was Quatre when you needed him? I hated feeling like the third party, hanging around with a braided American with a hamster in his jumper pocket and a Japanese misanthrope who was tonguing said American. They were practically displaying their affections in public.
Oh... Quat... I'm metaphorically dying without you.
I grinned when heaven answered my wishes and Quatre came into view, a bag slung across his back. He was at the other end of the corridor and I walked over to him, carrying his backpack for him.
"You've missed a lot." I commented, pointing towards Duo and Heero in a corner.
Quatre shrugged and grinned at me as I kissed him gently.
I entangled my fingers with his as I led him to my car in the school's parking lot where sophomores, juniors and seniors pulled out in their ratty old mustangs. I brought my sister's Lamborghini [1] that day and I felt a surge of pride in my chest.
"Nice ride." My cherub commented and I smiled warmly at him, opening the car door for him.
"It's especially for you." I told him as I started the engine and shut the door of the driver's seat. I planned on giving him the ring tonight. I turned on the radio and steered out of the school.
"Looks like Heero and Duo are doing all right regardless of the fact that Relena is bloody [2] jealous of them now."
"She is?" I asked. "I didn't know."
"Well, in my class today, she kept asking me about Heero and Duo." Quatre explained. "I told him they were doing fine and attending their party. I think she definitely wants Heero back. Do you think Heero does, though?"
I shrugged and reached for the ring in my pocket. The traffic light turned red conveniently and I had time, though how brief, to give it to him. "Quatre," I braced myself for the words-I'd practiced this in the mirror-I turned to him, taking his hand in mine. "Even if we've known each other for only a week, and our relationship has not yet reached its peak yet, I know one thing for sure. Quatre Winner, I think I love you."
Quatre's eyes brimmed with tears. "I know it sounds strange, but I... I think I love you too!" He smiled at me, wrapping his slender arms around my neck. I buried my nose in his mass of golden hair, feeling myself slipping and drowning in a sea of newfound emotion.
The next thing I knew, I was on the driver's seat with Quatre on my lap. There were car honks, small time traffic piling behind us but I couldn't care less.
***
Heero phoned earlier to tell me he had tickets for the opening of a new bar down town. I didn't know what his problem was, because he could've just told me face to face since our houses were just two houses apart. But he said it was urgent and that he needed my help and had no time to explain. Usually, Heero Yuy does not say such things so I took the opportunity of recording that.
He told me to meet him by Duo's block.
After getting off the phone and calling Quatre to informing I was to pick him up on the way, I left the house.
After a few minutes, I found myself parking my sister's Lamborghini by the sidewalk and straining my eyes in the dark to look for Heero.
"Oi, baka!"
My brow rose at that as I turned to face Heero's profile. "You're late."
I beckoned behind me for Quatre to emerge from the shadows. Heero's eyes trailed down towards Quatre.
"Oh.." His voice fell. "You've brought him."
I rolled my eyes and took my Quatre by the hand. I noticed he'd worn the ring I gave to him earlier.
"What's so important anyway that you had to drag me along for your little rendezvous with Maxwell?"
"Duo."
My golden cherub grinned while I smirked.
When Heero realized what he'd said, he looked so pissed I could've taken a snapshot of him and laugh at how he looked like then, face constrained and all.
"I have tickets to the bar." Heero said monotonously. He couldn't have just said a 'bar' instead of 'the bar' as if it were some sacred haven us 'simpleton' would die just to get into. And I want Maxwell to come."
Quatre snorted and I walked over to Heero.
"Well, Jedi Master Heero, we are your staunch knights. What orders do we have from thee?"
He did not like sarcasm, as you could see.
He yanked me away from Quatre and pulled me to a secluded corner. "I paid $200 for these tickets."
He looked me in the eye, practically shoving the tickets to my face. "I don't want them to go to waste."
"Fine, fine." I said. "I'll go get Duo from the clutches of the evil king Reverend Maxwell-"
Before I turned to flee, Heero grabbed my arm. "That's just it."
"That's just what?"
"The Reverend won't allow him out."
I gave him a confused look. "Why not?"
Heero shrugged carelessly. "Curfew."
I laughed out so loud, it could've woken the whole neighborhood up, if Quat had not elbowed me in my stomach.
"Curfew?" I repeated, completely incredulous. "What?! This early?" Heero scowled and I stifled the laughter threatening to break out once more.
"What do you want me to do then?" I tried to keep a straight face.
The smirk on his face was hideous.
***
"Psst!" Quatre hissed, tossing stones on Duo's window. "Duo!!!"
Heero rolled his eyes. "Well he's a heavy sleeper." I commented. It was half past 8 and the Maxwell household was sound asleep.
"Just don't wake his parents." Heero warned us.
From what I gather, the Reverend didn't like Heero much. At long last, the windowsill to Duo's room opened softly. His long chestnut hair hung down to the front of his shoulders and I could faintly make out Heero's awed expression in the dark.
Heero stepped in front of me. "We're going to a bar." Hang on, since when was Heero allowed to drink anyway? Everyone knew we were under aged minors. Duo peered down. "Bang Boy? I mean, Trowa? Quatre? What are you guys doing here?"
I mulled it over. Who was Bang Boy?
"We came to get you!" Quatre squealed joyously. "Heero wants you to come with us to this new bar in town!"
A small rumbling erupted from the window next to Duo's. Heero kicked me in the leg, as if I were the one making a racket any way. I think he was hinting I keep Quatre quiet. Maybe if I'd stick my tongue down his throat, he'd shut up.
I was about to grab for Quatre when the infamous eerie silence followed.
And then Duo spoke up. "I can't!"
"You can!" Quatre insisted. "Your father won't know! It's gonna be fun! And it'll be safe for you, right Heero?!" Heero looked surprised but didn't answer. "Get dressed already!"
Duo blushed and nodded. After a few moments, he poked his head out of the window. "Uh... just how am I going to get out without waking my parents up again?"
Quatre turned to look at Heero and me. "The door to my room is locked from the outside." Duo pouted. "I'm afraid I can't get it open." His hair was tied once again into a braid and he wore his usual jumper suit. Heero stepped in front of us and hled out his arms. I pulled Quatre to my side and whispered, "Melodramatic, isn't he?"
Quatre giggled and nodded and I smiled at him while Heero ignored the both of us.
"Jump and I'll catch you."
"That seems... uhm... a bit Titanic, don't you think Jack-I mean, Heero?"
Heero's brow rose-he needed to go out more often. Duo shrugged and retreated back into his room, reappearing back into the windowsill after a few seconds.
He was patting a small lump on his front jumper pocket.
"Well, here goes nothing!" He pressed the tip of his nose with two fingers and leapt down with eyes shut, landing precisely onto Heero who fell on his back to the hard earth.
I almost snorted, then realized it was a two-story house the Maxwells owned and couldn't help but feel sympathetic towards Heero.
Heero though did not look perturbed by the fact that there was a braided American lying spread-eagled on top of him. Quatre was giggling madly that I swore the light to The Reverend's window turned on and we all had to run towards Heero's car.
Briefly I noticed another car behind us, almost concealed in the shadows. Moonlight played against creamy features-what seemed peculiar though was the mass of sandy blonde hair where the light shone on the driver's seat.
I shrugged and pulled Quatre closer to my side, starting my sister's car. We were going to have the time of our lives tonight.
***
The bar was the first of its kind in this small town and for Darlington that was saying a lot. It was located near the outskirts and held a mellow ambience to it.
I never liked going out or drinking but the place Heero brought us to was not at all the drinking type.
What surprised me was the number of people there-at least thirty to forty strewn into groups on tables. They sure weren't the kind of people you'd expect in a bar: they were eccentric people with varying taste in clothes somewhere between the ages of 20-35. It made us look so naïve and young. But Duo was very ecstatic, I had to admit and so was Quatre.
There was a rock band playing on a small platform stage where the spotlight shone in multi colors, a small girl of 5'1 singing a familiar tune I'm sure I'd heard one or twice before. I chose a cozy table close to the band so that Quatre might enjoy the music.
Heero disappeared for a few minutes while Duo and my petite cherub went to the dance floor. I was surprised how we seemed to have fit in the crowd.
When Heero reappeared, he sat across me and brought along a few drinks. He was sixteen for Christ's sake, how the hell did he manage to get any alcohol?
He looked serious.
My mouth twisted into a smirk. "So what are you playing at Yuy?" The band started playing another song.
He looked up at me, setting the bottles and glasses properly on the table. "A few days ago you didn't seem to care about him, now you act as if you'd go mad without seeing him the slightest."
No response.
"Are you toying with him?" I asked. "Because if you are, you know it will only hurt him." He cast a long look at the dance floor.
"That's none of your business, Barton." He said.
I frowned. "If you want Relena come and get her." I half-yelled through the music. "But leave Duo Maxwell out of it."
By that time I'd unconsciously downed a bottle of beer, Duo and Quatre came waltzing toward us, both panting heavily and grinning.
"Avril Lavigne just asked me to take the stage Heero!!" Duo announced happily.
He set down the hamster that ruined my report papers the other day on the table in front of us. I glared at it as it inched nearest my hand.
"And I'm singing a song in her place because she's tired!!! Isn't that great? I'm only gonna sing a few songs because I don't really know them all but nonetheless I'm happy!!!"
I could see that. It was very evident indeed.
"Ooh, is this a bottle of juice? I'm parched!" (He knew how to shut up surely?)
Before we could all stop him, he downed a whole bottle of whisky. Quatre looked panicked and turned to me. "Just what was in that bottle anyway?" he asked as Duo literally trotted to the stage.
"Whisky." Heero said monotonously.
The lights played beautifully and Duo replaced the girl on stage with a tipsy smile on his face. Quatre was gripping my arm so tight the rawness hurt.
"Do you think he should be singing after drinking whisky?"
I shook my head. I could only stare at him mutely.
The lights dimmed and Duo took the stage, a small smile on his face as he opened his mouth to sing. I gripped on Quatre's slender hand.
"This is for Heero Yuy." Duo mumbled, looking down at his feet, hiccupping a bit. He turned to the audience and surveyed the crowd momentarily. Then he sang and Heero looked up. My brow rose and I kicked at Heero who scowled back.
"Thought you'd come around when I ignored you
So I thought you'd have the decency to change
But babe, I guess you didn't take that warning
'Cause I'm not about to look at your face again
Can't you see that you lie to yourself?
You can't see the world through a mirror
It wont be too late when the smoke clears
'Cause I, I am still here
But every time I try to make you smile
You'd always grow up feeling sorry for yourself
Every time I try to make you laugh
You stand like a stone
Alone in your zone
Is it too much that I'm asking for?" [2]
Somehow it was the right song for Heero.
Duo was pretty good, passionate about the rhythm too. He smiled shyly at us, eyes never leaving Heero's hunched form. Quatre pushed his chair closest to mine and kissed my cheek.
It seemed the whole place was listening intently.
You could see the guilt eating at Heero when Duo twirled the microphone in his fingers and sang till the song ended. It was as if a sign flashed above his head in neon colors stating: this is my song.
Heero's nails dug into his knee it almost marred the flesh there if it weren't for the fabric. He took a swig of the beer and turned hard eyes toward the stage. I could barely make out his expression because the lights around the place started blinking in multi-colors around us.
Then the music changed into an upbeat, rock one.
Quatre giggled. "I like this song!" He chirped.
I nodded at him, going along. Anything to make him happy.
"He was a boy
She was a girl
Can I make it any more obvious?
He was a punk
She did ballet
What more can I say
He wanted her
She'd never tell secretly she wanted him as well
But all of her friends
Stuck up their nose
They had a problem with his baggy clothes!!!" [3]
Duo Maxwell, son of The Reverend Maxwell and the bookkeeper down the block Helen Maxwell was bouncing up and down the stage and swinging the microphone stand while flapping his braid around in a most unethical demeanor that it almost hit the guitarist behind him.
He jumped up and down, one hand-the one that did not hold the mic-drawn above him.
Quatre was giggling madly and bobbing his head in tune with the music. He pulled my arm towards the direction of the dance floor and willed me to dance.
I turned to Heero who was dumbstruck with Duo dancing wildly like that and grinned.
"Hey lover boy." I love to piss him off. "Come dance with us."
He just glared and I shrugged as Quatre ushered me near the platform stage where a few college students were dancing.
I smiled at my blonde cherub warmly as he came up with all these really crazy steps. I had to laugh at how silly he was becoming and kissed him on the lips.
I turned to the stage where Duo tugged at the clasp of his braid.
He tossed it to the audience and a girl caught it and sighed. With his hair loose, he began walking around the stage, nodding his head frantically with the beat.
He raised a hand and motioned to Heero to come to him, all the while slapping his ass.
The crowd was in an uproar.
"Is he really like that sometimes?" I asked Quatre who swung his arms around my neck.
He murmured something into my ear and I didn't quite catch it. "No, not that I know."
My cherub shrugged. "I think it's the alcohol taking its effect on him. Or it could've been the pent-up rocker in him wanting to break free. Mr. Maxwell doesn't allow him to listen to anything but classical music."
"I see."
"It's just me who made him listen to all this kind of stuff." Quatre admitted. I patted his head fondly. And before I could take him in my arms and kiss him madly, he pointed behind me.
"Hey, look it's Heero being led to the stage by Duo."
I had to look. Heero was struggling to keep the stoic look about his face when Duo pulled him to the stage with the band. The reverend's son was singing to Heero, jumping up and down once more.
Duo took Heero by the hands and placed them around his cheeks, and no, if you want to know, not the facial ones.
"Oh my!" Quatre gasped through the music. I nodded. Heero was burning red-perhaps from anger or embarrassment. I decided not to stick around to find out.
"How about let's get out of here and do something else?"
Quatre squinted at me through the angry flash of spotlight colors. "WHAT?" he asked.
"I said how about let's get out of here and do something else?"
"OH.." Quatre giggled loudly but it wasn't enough for his voice not to drown with the sound. "Well, OKAY!"
I took him by the hand and we went outside.
***
I was exhausted by the time Heero emerged from the bar's doors, pulling a bouncy inebriated Duo Maxwell out with him. I was too tired to speak, Quatre sleeping in my arms in the backseat. Don't ask what we did, I guess you already know.
What surprised me about Heero was the fact that he looked almost happy, almost because Duo was trying to make Heero carry him and the latter was trying to stop the boy from pouncing on him. Quatre stirred in his sleep and I wrapped my arms tighter, observing him so peacefully like that.
Heero pushed Duo into the passenger's seat and slid into the driver's seat next to him, starting the engine. Duo was still in the mood for singing as he patted the little hamster he called 'Hee-chan'. [4] I think I may find it difficult not to laugh. And if you want to know, I tried to act oblivious to their actions. Thankfully enough, they took no heed of my presence.
"Did you like my song, Heero?" Came Duo's slurred voice.
"Hn."
"You're so cute I think I may be falling for you, do you know that Heero?"
Duo clapped his hands together like a child. "And I plan to marry you and bear your children when we're old enough to marry after college! Then we'll buy a cozy little home out of Darlington with a swing in the front yard and white windows and a cute little oak door, then we'll get a new dog and lots of little hamsters!"
I tried not to react by focusing my attention towards Quatre whose skin resembled fine porcelain under the moonlight. I hummed into the silk of his blonde hair.
"Love you." I whispered. Or maybe it wasn't me. It certainly didn't come out from my lips. I shrugged as Duo said something about tutus and butterflies.
***
Just for the sake of it, I woke Quatre up; we'd lost track of time and it must've been midnight already. The car that I'd seen earlier was present again except that it had no driver or passenger. I gently led my cherub out of the car so that we may witness Heero doing something nice to his best friend for once.
Heero was standing there in the doorstep, trying to stabilize Duo.
"Good night." He said monotonously. Duo smirked and laid a hand on his cheek. "Are you sure you don't want to come in so we can... you know? Have milk and cookies." Heero glared at the leer and innuendo.
"It's midnight."
"Yeah, and Cinderella loses her glass slipper and doesn't even get a good night's humping from the prince."
I choked but tried to stifle it. Quatre rose from grogginess and turned to me. I pressed a hand on his mouth to prevent him laughing.
We were a short distance away and Heero might not have noticed our presence.
"I was just kidding, Heeroooo...." Duo tugged at a lock of lose hair. His braid was undone.
"You know something? I really appreciate you bringing me to the bar tonight. I got to meet Avril Lavigne, have fun and best of all... I got to be with you."
Heero's back was covering Duo's.
I couldn't see what they were doing but I had a huge hunch they were kissing. Heero's hand fell around Duo's waist and the latter in turn encircled his arms around the misanthrope's neck.
It lasted for a few minutes before Heero spoke again, something inaudible in his throat that made Duo blush.
Heero sank his lips deeper into Duo's and just as I was about to do the same to Quatre, the door to the house opened, revealing Relena Peacecraft.
"Hello Heero."
Heero's lips still lingered on Duo's and I could imagine him being shocked as ever as the Reverend emerged next to her, the door opening wider.
"Hello, Mr. Yuy." The reverend spoke bitterly. "What may I ask are you doing manipulating my son like this?"
Quatre gripped at my arm. We were in a whole lot of trouble.
"God." Was all I can say.
tbc..
[1] A Lamborghini... drool...
[2] Lyrics are from an Avril Lavigne song called: "Too Much To Ask"
[3] Lyrics are from an Avril Lavigne song called: "Sk8ter Boi"
[4] I know 'CHAN' is a Japanese name insertion but let's just pretend Heero taught Duo his native language... *sweat drop*.
Finally, I was listening to Simple Plan's song 'God Must Hate Me', thus the chapter title..
I need your opinion on this. Will it be for the betterment of the fic that I write the consecutive chapters all in third person so that everyone's reactions will be documented? I mean, the POV's are severely limited, you know.
And should I even add a dash of lemon, cause to be honest the first (hopefully the last) time I wrote one, my friend laughed and said it was too 'poetic' and not straight to the point. What do you think?!?
Oh and Avril Lavigne's appearance in this fic is just random and I won't make it a habit of including her anymore because I thought the song went with the fic, that's all.
By the way, if you want to know, I've written a brief rough draft of the prequel to this fic called 'Daisy Chains' about Heero and Duo's forgotten friendship (actually blossoming love in the younger years) that they'd forgotten because of the years that came between them. Alack, alack, alack!
If you want to read it, go to www.ujournal.org/~ineedajob/ and look for the title that says 'Douche Bag'. If you think it's post-worthy, tell me. Er... the fic and not the whole thing, 'kay?
Please Review-comments, suggestions-so that the authoress will be psyched to write more!!!! TTFN!