It's been several long months since I had last updated Teach Me How To Be Cool. First *warily eyes the spatulas poised to strike her**gulps* I'd like to apologize for leaving you, my dear readers, hanging there like some expectant hanging… thing. I've been, er, met with some er… problems so I wasn't really ready to sprout out any new ideas, till Andrea—my dearest beta reader—emailed me and told me to update. Thanks for the wake up call, girl, not to mention beta-reading ^^.
Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to everybody who's read, reviewed and supported this fic, also those who emailed me like Paulina, and the rest. To White Destiny I am deeply sorry! The next chapter after this will be the last, and I've been recently planning to post a fic called, "Catch Me I'm Falling (Really I Am)" which is 1x2, so I'm finishing this first so I'd have no more problems. Sorry, and thanks again.
Teach Me How To Be Cool Lesson # 12: It Sucks Pretty Bad Right NowHeero
Had you ever felt in love that it was all you cared about? Had you ever dismissed every flaw you could see from the one you loved? Love—in my opinion it's roughly overrated crap, which people have turned into the most prolific drug. Maybe it's right that I don't come after Duo anymore.
He walked away from me, and it's his fault anyway, being so idiotic to fall for a douche like me, well according to Catherine. The wind blew outside, muffled voices and somebody banging their body against the wall. Trowa and Winner probably. How can they manage to copulate at a time like this?
Everything falls into fragmented blurs of sound and breath, and thickness.
I groaned in the sheets and rolled over, but then suddenly before I got comfortable something wet and cold washed over me in a drowning wave. I could die in my bed and nobody would take the blame for it.
Catherine would probably be lecturing her boyfriend about the use of profanities and Trowa and Quatre would be too busy screwing like bunnies to notice me. Fuck them all.
"Get that thing away from me!" I garbled, waving my hands around frantically, and reaching for something to hold onto. I grabbed fistful of hair, and managed to yank it around.
"Ouch! Hey, hey watch it Heero. It's expensive to get a haircut these days!"
I stopped, and sighed. Coherence seeped into my mind and I kicked it out. But it was persistent and mentally gagged me so I couldn't prevent it from permeating.
The water stopped. I groaned. I heard a bucket being thrown somewhere carelessly, and was that the sound of my sound system just crashing? A female voice muttering an "Oops." And somebody cursing colorfully. I may get used to this kind of treatment, people trying to drown me in my own bed. (I thought I was over at Trowa's house last night? Hn. They probably decided to trash my house to get me back for the free meals. ) I may even end up on the news.
I lay in the bed for a few more moments before wiping my face of water and opening my eyes. It was so bright I had to stagger around to adjust with the light. It was a generally bad idea because my head began pounding painfully.
"Oww." I massaged my temple.
"That my boy is just part of the fiasco you pulled last night," Catherine said somewhere at least within a four feet radius. I rubbed my eyes.
David was in my room and he was picking his nose. I gave Catherine a long look. What could she possibly have seen in that guy? I thought.
Catherine shrugged and sighed as if reading my thoughts. She was standing in front of my sound system, I think hiding the mess she'd created.
It was probably broken by now. "It's what you call love Heero." She explained. I narrowed my eyes, which worsened only the thudding of my head. "This isn't a movie Catherine." I told her. "I can't just fix things like the good guy does in the movies. And Duo and I'd end up making out in the last scene."
She shrugged again, and David I think was sniffing his armpits. Was he on crack? I better ask Trowa later on. I heard David was one of hygiene after all.
"You better go get something for your headache." Catherine was ushering me out of my own room. I was beginning to suspect she threw the bucket of water by the sound system, thus destroying it completely.
She was a bit tense.
I dragged myself downstairs to get a cup of coffee, and there had been this strange looking cat purring on the sofa. I stripped my shirt off and tossed it aside, trying to ignore its green eyes penetrating into my skull, or who knows maybe it wanted my ass.
The cat gave me a hiss as I turned to scrutinize it, its claws digging into the expensive interior so that the cotton wisps bulged out. I don't know what went over me, but I think maybe last night as I had lost Maxwell, I had lost my sanity along the way so I glared at it—and bit it.
The cat let out an injured sound and leaped away from me. I spat back bits of fur that have accumulated in my mouth and gave myself a mental pat on the back.
I felt good for a while, and then I just thought it was all stupid and trudged into the kitchen where I was supposed to be.
I turned to the kitchen. Somehow I began remembering Maxwell again.
There was no use calling him by the first name anymore since we didn't have any connection. I sighed. There was this song stuck in my head and I hummed—which if you ask me is a bit out of character for somebody as introversive as I.
I tried looking for aspirin in the drawers, ignoring the mess of underwear, trench coats and balls of fur scattered everywhere.
Even my coffee tasted funny, as I had found hair in the brew or maybe there were still some left in my mouth from my recent literal catfight.
I couldn't find any aspirin so I settled for driving out to get some. I hadn't seen Trowa, however I've heard Winner's panty statements from the garage, "More! More! More!" which indicated Trowa's faithful presence there as well.
I shook my head, fishing the keys out of Catherine's coat pocket hung on the closet. When I started the engine, the radio went on automatically. I pulled out of the driveway and drove to the drug store.
It was 10 AM and somewhere along the drive there was this song called 'I Miss You' playing. It was by this band called Blink 182. I turned it off. There was no use to cry over the bad.
I hadn't showered, and I was wearing ripped jeans with a black shirt. I didn't know how or why but I was. Maybe I was mourning. Maybe I just needed to really go to the dry cleaners.
The store personnel had braces and long blonde hair. She smiled at me through her thick glasses, and I assumed she was about my age. I asked for some aspirin, which she hastily stuffed into a small brown paper bag. I gave her my money, and she winked at me.
News traveled fast, ne? The town probably wanted to hook up with me now that I'm single again. I wonder what Relena was doing. Hn. Probably changing her last name to Pink.
I was starting the car again when I eyed this punk skateboarding on the other pavement across from where I was illegally parked. He had chestnut brown hair cut to the tips of his ear, which had four earrings each.
He was wearing nothing but black, and from my vantage point I could see that even his nails were painted the same color. He had an arm warmer on one arm; a guitar case slung across his back along with his backpack, and a canvas under one arm.
He played the part of the anti-social artist very well. He probably felt me looking at him because he skidded into halt and looked at me for very long. Then he raised his middle finger, narrowed his violet eyes and began on his skateboarding journey. He had violet eyes…. Violet just like Duo's.
My head hurt.
Hey was that a quarter on the dashboard?
Maybe the day wasn't so bad after all.
***
I'm agnostic. I don't believe that I should follow a set of rules just because other people do. I didn't know what went over me, but after I swallowed the aspirin and wetted my tongue with a little water, I found myself standing in front of the Baptist church in which the Reverend Maxwell would be having his sermon.
It was a Sunday after all. I didn't mean to see Duo. For all I know he might never want to see me after the party last night, but he was standing there by the doors of the church looking so wan and exquisite I suddenly wanted to kick myself for being so stupid to bet over him.
He was in his usual attire; the infamous jumper. He was looking to the ground, twiddling his fingers impatiently. He wasn't even supposed to see me, and I was contented enough watching him. And then he looked up, straight at me. Our eyes met. It was like the first time when I was six;
Duo
It's kind of like that song you hear on the radio. The one done by Gwen Stefani and the rest of her band No Doubt. What was it called again? Oh, yeah—Underneath It All.
It was what I should've been asking myself. Did Heero really love me underneath it all? The jumpers, the Blue's Clues boxers? I was thinking of the things Heero said. Hell for all I know it could be his lying reflex kicking in again.
He lies like it's second nature, after all. What I couldn't get was why hadn't he said anything sooner? We could've prevented this from happening, and maybe… maybe he could've proved just how much I really meant to him. Or maybe it's just this sick fantasy of mine that he actually cared, even just a little bit.
I was talking loud now, a little angry, confused and hurt.
I kicked on a small pebble and I think I might have hit a small squirrel in the process. The metaphoric squirrel though coalesced before me in a small furry form, hissed at me in the darkness, the lampposts barely illuminating its little teeth. I didn't think that squirrels were capable of even hissing till then.
Anyway, I know that I'm screwed for life. I'm moving away and I just broke up with my assumed boyfriend, only said boyfriend isn't officially what he deems to be, which leaves me with the knowledge that I am fated to live and die alone.
Lest you speak of one who loved not too wisely but too well. It's like Othello, only I should've killed Heero or better yet, myself from the shame and mortification. Well, my only comfort is that I won't get really old. That's even worse than dying after all, or killing myself.
Here are top ten reasons that prove my life sucks:
10) I am constantly being ignored by everybody in school and I belong in no social circle. Research proves that people who are being ignored majority of the time just give up trying to attract attention and fail to exist, just like that—they fade into nothingness. Think, The Twilight Zone, only in full color.
9) My dad is a preacher and sings Elvis songs when nobody's looking. I could die from embarrassment that he is my father, and that fact alone can give me traumatic shock at an early age. But the guy sings Elvis songs, man. People will come after me with torches and knives demanding my head on a stake.
8) My hair is tied into a braid and is at least three feet long. It makes up 5 percent of my body weight and it hampers my ability to think properly, not to mention people seem to want to pull it all the time. People who are mentally incapacitated are more likely to be run over by somebody's car (i.e. Heero) when they cross the street. Slow nerve signals I guess. And not forgetting, the more frequently people pull on my hair, the more likely my head will just hang loosely from my neck. I would be walking around and my head would be lolling around. Not that it'll cause me any fatalities but it's just that I'd probably end up killing myself out of embarrassment. Also, I use loads of shampoo so there may even be a time when all my hair would fall out eventually.
7) I don't own any pair of pants but my jumpers. I saw this documentary on the Pants Channel in which they conducted a survey to people who owned lots of pants and people who didn't. Results prove that people who didn't tend to die earlier than those who do because others didn't want to socialize with them as their scarcity in jeans disqualified them from being in the 'in crowd'. People who have no social affiliation are often suicidal or end up homeless in the back of the subway stealing McDonalds' leftovers from passersby.
6) I have become a pariah. If you don't know what that means then read a dictionary. People who read the dictionary on a regular basis have mental deficiencies. It also happens that I read the dictionary so go figure.
5) I am a vegetarian most of the time when my parents are looking, and my bones are very, very weak. If I ever were to mosh, which will probably never happen, I'll end up with a nub. People will start calling me "Nubby."
4) I live in a house full of sickos and even my dog is weird and humping things that feel warm. I'd probably dissolve inside myself in the process of living with my family and die eventually because the house rules suffocated me in such a way that caused me to combust spontaneously, or some other domestic disaster. I have other creative ideas.
3) I have a knack for finding trouble. Trouble finds me, so when the next terrorist attack occurs people would probably blame me for it too. Like that blue crayon incident and the time I knocked over my grandmother's false teeth and she kept hitting me on the leg. However if that doesn't happen, (being blamed for the terrorist attack and such) the leg that my gran hit the most would more or less have this post-effect thing in which my bones would slowly crack and I'd be left with one leg forever. I'd die of suicide, or being hit too much by my grandmother.
2) I am so noisy, not to mention clumsy. Did you know that noisy people have the propensity to have things jammed in their throats? Socks, food—you name it. I'd probably die of asphyxiation and end up like these dead vics on CSI. Clumsiness, however, well that's another thing—I'd probably be hit on the head by anvil when I walk around a construction site.
1) And the number one reason I am most likely to die now? My heart is broken. People with broken hearts die of hurt.
I was making this list in my head when I spotted a pink bicycle not so far away. I had been walking for what, half an hour now, and there were still several blocks to get to my house. My parents would probably freak, my dad would throw a fit and probably announce the Apocalypse, and my dog… hm, probably humping things around the house.
I used the bike to get to my house, but unfortunately it started raining. And what sucked even more was that the bike I had borrowed (ahem) was for little girls ages seven to ten, so it took a lot for me to pedal.
I must've looked hilarious, because I was wearing leather pants and the rain began soaking me to the core. But it was good—the pain in my legs made me forget about the heartache.
What was weird was that the infamous squirrel made another dramatic appearance again. It spread its little arms around and then jumped at me. We struggled for a bit, rolled across the pavement, and I sweat it tried killing me with its teeth slicing into my neck.
"Erlacck!" I managed to dislodge it and tossed it aside where it flinched, flinched some more and then recovered swiftly. I swear I even heard it mutter obscenities, but then again even this town is odd in itself.
Timely enough, I made it to the house before too long. I jumped off the small, pink, well thing, and the moment I whipped around to face Death Row, otherwise known as the house with holy people in its walls, the bike got run over by a speeding car.
It cracked into splinters.
I could only blink after the remnants of the bike on the road. "That could've been me." Was that another sign from the Heavens? Did this mean the Apocalypse? Or was the Grim Reaper out on hot pursue of my cute lil' tush? Hm, probably the latter.
I was standing in front of my own doorstep. The rain had calmed somewhat and I was shivering, cold, hungry—I was even pretending to be Oliver Twist for a few seconds there. "Please sir, can I have some more?"
I placed my hand on the doorknob, and it surprisingly opened with creak.
And then there, in the couch was my mother… with… with Dad rubbing her shoulders, and the classical music turned on. Hey since when did he get back from wherever planet he's from? "Oh God… is this sex?" I suddenly blurted, gasping and shielding my eyes. "I just have to look away."
"Duo?!" My mom shot up, knocking my dad's nose in the process. It bled. Hooray. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick over you. You didn't even call, or write—"
"Mom, I was gone overnight." I told her wearily, trudging up the stairs. "I don't think I even needed to write."
My dad was checking his nose and scowling really darkly. He was like, the Constipated Tomato. "Oh, hey dad! 'Sup?" I grinned fakely. He was mad and looked like he wanted to hang me by my toenails on the ceiling.
"Your mother's asking you a question son." Dad bellowed. He reached out and grabbed my arm painfully, pulling me against himself and mom. "Answer her."
"I was over at Heero's!" I winced and he freed my arm.
Dad looked even angrier if that was even possible. "You're… seeing that boy again? I thought I told you he's bad company? Don't you know what kind of person he is? And look at you now—just what in all of earth are you wearing? Did he make you wear this? Did he?"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "No, dad." I answered, guiltless. "I did on my own will. I'm tired of being your little slave. I mean I love you guys and all, it's just that I am so fucking fed up with what you two do to me. Don't you understand? I want to wear what I want to wear. I wan to read, watch what I want to."
"Hun, please—" My mom was restraining my dad from hitting me.
"Look, I'm gay all right? Homosexual." I explained, crossing my arms. I was really tired. And my heart—it was impaired. I was still a bit shaken from the Bike Incident as well. "But I'm not sure. I haven't been attracted to any other guy but Heero. Maybe I'm Heero-sexual. Then again there was this time when I thought David from Simple Plan looked totally hot—" I had stop there which had been a bit difficult considering when I began I never really meant to stop.
They were looking at me, unblinking. And their mouths opened and closed like fish's. I remembered the guppy I flushed down the toilet, and I felt sorry for it belatedly. Maybe it was still alive after all these years. Forgive me nameless guppy.
"Maybe we should baptize him again." My dad recovered quickly and was making wild arm gestures. Was he dancing invisible tango just then? "To drive away the evil spirit."
"Yeah and drown me in the bath tub filled with holy water." I mumbled under my breath. "Look dad I just want to go to sleep all right?"
My dad eyed me critically. He walked over to me and was scrutinizing a spot on my neck very seriously. Shit.
"Is that a hickey?"
Gulp. "Umm, it's funny you should ask." I flushed.
"I don't remember you having a birthmark there."
"Dad, you barely even remember where you put your car keys," I pointed out, trying to act smug and hiding the mark on my neck. "It's been there for like, forever."
My dad shrugged and sighed. "Well I was bitten by a squirrel."
Dad cleared his throat. He was back into Paternal Mode again. This is unjust! If any normal parent finds out their child has been bitten by a possibly deranged squirrel they would comfort them and pat their backs, and offer some sort of medical treatment. But no, not my parents!
"You'll change your clothes." He ordered sternly, and my mom had looked so lost I was reminded of Mariah Carey in her Glitter movie [1] "I'll be immersing them with holy water and burn them after a quick prayer. I'll be sending you to Boston whether you like it or not Duo. Your actions grieve me."
Only my dad would use 'grieve' in a sentence that involved me. "Your cousin Solo's studying at the university there. We'll be moving from town anyway but I have to get you out of here away from that Yuy boy as quickly as possible. It's unsafe."
"Mom?" I appealed for sympathy but my mom turned to her toes. I realized she had a fresh manicure. I let out an exasperated sigh. "You know what? This is so unfair!"
I pointed at my dad. "You just don't know how much torment I endure every flipping day of my life. And the whole day in particular—I wasn't able to get those spiffy fake tattoos, I broke a pair of new leather pants, fell off the stairs and I learned the person I'm in love with used me to make his girl friend jealous!"
I stomped upstairs, thought better of it and went back down again. I was thinking of a better dramatic exit so I got to be the center of attention so I faked a faint, but my head in turned hit the floor really hard. I was seeing stars.
My parents just stared at me, in that fish-esque way again and I got pissed so I stood up once more. "Fine. Act like you don't care. I'm going to my room."
"The stairs are up here, son." Mom pointed towards the staircase when I had seemingly been led by my sense to the kitchen.
"I knew that." I rolled my eyes.
"And don't forget that you're grounded!!!"
Ha! It wasn't as if I was allowed to do anything in this house anyway.
***
It was dark. I was lying in my bed, and I hugged a pillow next to me really tight. It smelled strangely of Heero. I was in my pyjamas because dad had this bright elating idea that he should just burn the whole outfit I wore to the party… He didn't want the world to affect his precious son now, does he? Fuck it.
I cried, my tears drowning the sound of my parents… eww that was just gross, I'd prefer it if they were fighting and trying to kill each other… Well let's just say they were arguing earlier and were making up now… shudder.
I pushed the thoughts away, and only one thing lingered more vividly than the pain in my heart.
Heero.
"I hate you Heero." I fisted the sheets and buried my face into the pillows.
The next day had been surreal. At breakfast my father was announcing that I'd be leaving before Wednesday. It was a Sunday and my dad had finished preparing his next sermon. It was about, well yippee—fornication.
For a minute there I thought he knew about what happened between Heero and I, but then I digress—the guy had been out the whole day yesterday.
I didn't even bother to ask him how he was doing; I kind of hated his presence now.
St. Peter rested his head on my lap and I was patting his head. He looked sad as well. "I thought you'd be happy son." My dad was drinking his coffee while leafing through the bible. "Remember how you and Solo used to play back in Cape Cod? You were very close to him, weren't you? Why the long face huh?"
I looked at him. I looked at my mom. I looked at my vegetarian cereal. I looked at my dad again. I think it may have been too much looking in my part. "Solo, dad… he tried… he… I think I need to get dressed for church." I excused myself from the table and hurried to my room.
I shut the door behind me, sinking to my knees and slamming my rolled fists against my forehead. "You gotta calm yourself Duo and think." Unfortunately I'm not very good in thinking. Solo's my cousin, and for awhile he was like 'Solo: Homeless Greek Artist' to me back when he didn't try to touch me. He had been so cool back when we were kids. He played a guitar and sketched. We even slept in his backyard one time to gaze at the stars and he taught me a few constellations.
He'd point to groups of stars, and I'd marvel at my own stupidity.
I felt like calling Heero, then I remembered the betrayal I felt, and decided against it. I even blamed my best friend Quat as well—he was with Trowa after all. Trowa who was Heero's best friend. Trowa, the Bang Boy who, speaking of which, is probably banging Quatre right now.
Anyway by the time I went back downstairs, I was trying to act normal. It was consistent by the time I reached church. My dad had gone in first, and then before I could follow after him, my mom moved into my way and whispered something into my ear.
"Things will be fine, Duo." She said. "Don't worry about your father. He's just had a lot of things on his mind lately. This is his last sermon, so it's special to him. Please don't let your dismay show."
I sighed and faked a smile. It seemed I was getting good at that now. "Yeah." was all I said and she left me staring at the ground beneath my shoes. People from school passed me by, and there were even a few from the party that stopped and said hi.
A giggly group of girls, and was that the Trench Coat guy with the peanuts?
There was even this guy who asked me to call him when I had the time. He grinned and pointed at me with both two fingers. "You da man!"
I feigned a responsive grin. "You da man!"
"You da man!"
"You da man!"
"You da man!"
"You da man!"
"You da—"
"Okay cut the crap or I won't call you anymore." He shut up and I rolled my eyes. I resumed staring at the ground. I mean the sermon won't begin for another five minutes so I still had time to think about my plan of action towards Solo and his arrival. I really didn't want him to touch me that way again. If anything it'll be odd.
Should I call the police?
I leaned my back against the door, frustrated and as I gazed up I met curious prussian blue eyes.
It was—always—like the first time.
I narrowed my eyes instead of ogling over or being starry eyed. I didn't care if it made me look like a frustrated peanut or whatever; I was just thoroughly, thoroughly pissed.
"What're you doing here Heero?" I asked. "I thought you didn't believe in God." He warily glanced behind his shoulder, as if checking for my dad and walked towards me. He was so close I could taste the words from his lips.
"I don't." He admitted. He lifted his hand to touch my cheek but I slapped it away. "Please Duo…"
"Don't Heero." I licked my lips for moisture. "Please leave me alone. My dad might see us. He's back from the seminar. I'm becoming a preacher now."
Heero frowned. "I'm sorry Duo." His words had sounded so real they were like ketchup and even if it were expired I'd still want to have it. "I should've told you sooner."
I laughed at him. He looked despondent. "Yeah well maybe you should've done that."
Heero narrowed his eyes. "I said I was sorry, Duo. Do you want me to bleed just to prove how sorry I am?"
"It still wouldn't be enough." I told him. Inside, the service was already starting. "Goodbye Heero."
I heard Heero sigh as I began to walk inside the church. Then he did something that surprised me—he clasped my wrist, pulling me towards him and whispered into my ear. "I love you." He said, before releasing me and then leaving.
***
"Hey Duo." I was sitting alone after the service. My dad was talking about his seminar to one of his church buddies and my mom was well, somewhere. My eyes were snapped shut, and I was trying to concentrate on the delicate humming in my head. I may have loosened some screws there after all.
"Hey Duo!" I opened my eyes too look at Quatre who looked so flushed and red he resembled a tomato with yellow hair. His lips were very, very swollen and I had noticed his clothes were in disarray. "What's up?"
I glared at Quatre. "Er, Duo. Don't glare, please. You look, just… odd doing that."
I sighed. Some best friend he was. "I know."
"And that's why you're doing it?" Quatre sat next to me and placed his hands threaded together, on his lap. Quatre Winner—always so prim, proper.
"Well, no. Actually I'm supposed to be angry at you."
"Are you?" Quatre asked hesitantly. He was playing with his fingers unconsciously now. "I mean it wasn't like Trowa and I plan to bankrupt you and Heero of condoms. Trowa promised to buy a new box to replace the ones we used last time— and it wasn't really, really, really, my fault if you look at it closely. It was… it was Trowa's idea!!"
Quatre was almost on the verge of crying. He was huffing, and his shoulders rose every now and then. I stared at him weirdly. Just how much was he getting anyway? And how come Heero never told me of his stack of condoms?
I felt a twinge of jealousy, and I began wondering if Heero ever had sex with anybody besides me. I thought about Relena—they had been together for more than a week, unlike Heero and I after all. Maybe Heero used every trick in the book to win her too; maybe he's told her he loved her as well.
"It's not that, Quat." I patted Quatre as he shook, focusing on the present day. Thinking about Heero was making me weak in the knees. "It's about last night."
"What now?" Quatre's blue eyes pierced nervously into mine. "The other box?"
"No." I gritted my teeth. "The party, and the fact that Heero used me, and Trowa knew about it."
We were silent. Quatre grumbled something about kicking Trowa on the leg, and somehow his conversation with himself got around him ending up bent on the kitchen counter.
"Have you ever noticed the way chickens look at you weirdly?" I suddenly asked. Quatre stopped murmuring and furrowed his brows. Did he just shave them?
"Maybe they only do that to you."
"No, Quat." I explained. "Last night it was like that. Did you know how embarrassed I was? People were staring at me in that way that chickens before they peck the life out of you and you run like hell away from them."
"You've been pecked before haven't you?"
I shrugged. "My aunt had a farm in Abbington."
"Duo, listen to me!" Quatre had his arms around my shoulders and was shaking the wits out of me. "Stop talking about chickens! You're … you're mad!"
"Well that's generally the idea."
"No, I mean you're insane!" Quatre shook his head at me, letting me go. "Heero's madly in love with you. Well not in the same sense, but well—he's really sorry for what he did. It was all Miss Relena's intention to break the two of you up! Don't you see how much he's willing to sacrifice—"
"Hey, hey, hey, hang on just a sec there! The guy didn't even tell me about the box of condoms!" I stood and towered over Quatre, crossing my arms. "Now you're telling me he's in love with me? And the bet, when was he gonna tell me? When he's gotten back with that bit—"
"You had sex with Heero?"
I rolled my eyes. "Well it isn't like you're not intensely copulating (with Bang—Trowa) with somebody are you?"
Quat blushed beet red. "That's not the point."
"Quatre how would you feel if Trowa used you?"
"What? Me or my body?" Quatre shrugged. "Depends."
"Quat—"
"Hey Duo." They say when you meet the love of your life suddenly time stops. But then, we're talking about the nightmare coming to life here, so let's have that (see above) act to the same effect.
I stopped talking, and Quatre turned around. The buzzing thing in my head only grew worse, as my heart sank into the pit of my vegetable-filled stomach. Quat's eyes widened which kind of reminded me of our little conversation in which he was describing Trowa's genitalia, but then all I ever did get was 'huge, huge, huge,' so our talk wasn't really productive or anything. (I tell you the guy's so lucky. The sex life of the Sex God's beau was like the life of a cactus and a rock. Nothing!)
Anyway as I turned around I met the sight of Solo. Yes, Solo who's a foot taller, and who has… were that violet contacts? (shudder)
He was all in black, and my dad would probably think he was a Satan worshipper or something and I saw that his nails were painted the same color as he'd dropped his backpack next to his feet with the guitar case and canvas. He was grinning and chewing his gum open mouthed.
"Solo?"
"Well who were you expecting?" He said. "Free Willy?" Again I was reminded of many things. I had very long bangs covering my face when I was a kid and I used to blow on them to make them fly out of face when they got in my way. Solo had once said I looked like Free Willy with that.
Back to the present however; "Oh my God, how did you get here?"
"I flew." He said sarcastically. "I've got my wings, and a halo and all. Hey, I missed you, be[2]." What so I'm his 'baby' now?
"I—didn't dad or mom see you on your way inside?"— and stopped you from coming to see me? I wanted to ask but I swallowed the words down my throat.
Solo shrugged and his spiky tendrils moved a little. His gel wasn't super strong—ha!
"They were talking to some woman who had breast cancer, and I figured since your dad was checking her out I should just leave them alone to check you out," He stopped to redeem his little flaw. "I mean ahem, to check on you first. I wanted to surprise my little coz, of course." That, charming, heart stopping grin that could melt any pervert-loving girl who'd dig their blood relationsÔ.
I gulped. "This is my friend Quat." Quat smiled politely and held out his hand to shake Solo's. Solo took it, saw a small red mark on the underside and looked at Quatre weirdly while shaking the proffered hand.
"He likes to bite." He explained as if Solo knew what he was talking about. But then Solo grinned and winked as if he knew. And maybe he really knew. He had a brand new name enough suitable for somebody like him, in my mind rightnow; 'Solo; Patron Saint of The Perverts' I think he's starting to hit on everybody.
It would be so nice if he had only one testicle, maybe then he could understand it wasn't so nice to use fondle your organ all the time. (As I child growing up, and seeing him through visits, I always noticed he took an interest rubbing his crotch area.. shudder.) I saw this documentary on The Discovery Channel—well, I wouldn't want to talk about testicles, as it's not the perfect time. I am, after all in the church at the moment.
Quatre made a notion to leave—he dismissed my pleading look as a look of constipation. With one last nod towards Solo's direction, he said: "Nice meeting you Solo." He turned to me afterwards. "Think about it Duo. Heero—and not the chickens. Not about the chickens." He whispered the last part and pointed at me.
"Yes, of course." I said stupidly. "No more chickens."
Quatre grinned and waved goodbye. Solo and I could only watch him as he walked away from us. He was a like a bouncy, happy, wallaby, only he had trouble walking. Maybe a wallaby with a stick up his butt—he had trouble flexing his own, not that I took any interest in watching his rear. I mean, I just… you know, noticed.
I noticed the fact that Solo had a skateboard too, and he was also looking appreciatively at Quatre's ass. "Is he on some sort of medication?"
I rolled my eyes. "I don't know Solo. Maybe he is, maybe he's not."
Solo shrugged. "Give your cousin a big hug, won't you?" He didn't even warn me as he closed his arms around me and hugged me. But was it a hug? For all I know his left hand was roaming somewhere below the small of my back. I just wanted to throttle Solo—just as my psychotic pre-school teacher throttled my small friend Phil when he wouldn't stop pretending he was a dog, barking. "I'm a dog everybody! Look at me! Look at me!" The teacher was fired the next day, the whacko.
When Solo released me, he gave me a big smile. "So how's my little cousin doing?" He placed a hand on my shoulder, and the other touched gently at my cheek. I gagged. "You're coming with me to Boston, now aren't you?"
"Well yeah, they're sending me off to Boston with you, if that's what you wanted to hear."
"What?" Solo looked disbelieving as if it was an original sin to not enjoy hanging out with a perverted horny geezer like him. "You don't want to be with me?"
"No thanks, Solo." I mumbled under my breath, as to not disappoint him. "I'd rather tap dance on a tightrope while juggling grotesque three toed monkeys."
"I'd just really miss town is all," I said ambiguously, frowning a little. Solo's hand drifted down my back and downwards to clutch at my ass. I jumped. Solo took his hand away, and placed them effectively in his pockets. He had seven I think—I hope he uses them all.
"Really Duo, what's up with you?" Solo was concerned. How nice. Ahem. I shuddered. "Something wrong?"
"You really know what's wrong?"
"Uhm…what?" He shrugged. Somewhere in the background somebody was fainting from a miraculous feat. The woman with breast cancer was cured! And, "Save me from my sin!" somebody was yelling, running around behind Solo. It was a deranged man, who after a few seconds, got hit in the head with a shoe by an annoyed preacher. I hoped my dad could do the same thing as that preacher.
"I—"
"Solo?" We both whipped around to find my dad dragging my mom along with him. How rude, cutting me when I haven't even barely gotten to mid-sentence. Yes, my unconcerned parents, way to go! But I wasn't surprised. I mean, I was harassed by a squirrel on crack and my dad just blinked at me owlishly for a second.
"Solo!"
The usual hug, occasional pat and questions about Boston. Dad asked about plumbing and cold water, even the post office and if the coffee was any good there. Why can't they ask how Solo's university's doing, or what he's busying himself with besides lusting over their son or if he's jacking himself off in communal showers instead of—"Is it true there are no circuses there?"
I mean where the hell did that came from?
"Cluck cluck, and further more, cluck." I could only say as the talk progressed and my mom, seeing me so down patted me in the back. "Yes I know. Tragic isn't it?"
Huh?
"No circuses. Tsk, tsk." She shook her head.
I think I'm going to go kill myself now.
***
Solo is sleeping in my room.
Solo is sleeping in my room?
Solo is sleeping in my room?!
What the? I was doing slave work in the kitchen. St. Peter was making his impression of Clay Aiken with a bad cold, and my little hamster (I'll call it that for now. I don't want to say anything near Sex God's name) was doing the moonwalk, or at least something like it, on the table.
Solo came up behind me and placed his hands over my hips. He was tall so that his head was above mine, chin resting on my cranium it almost hurt because he was slumping his weight on me. I could feel his manhood pressing against my ass. I tried moving away but his hands were gentle yeah, but firm. Summarily, the world was horny.
"You shouldn't be doing slave work." He whispered huskily as if he knew what I was thinking. I broke free from his grasp after discovering elbowing 'accidentally' in the gut worked, and backed away like six feet because it so happens that our kitchen wasn't that grand.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah."
"I heard your dad's angry." Solo began conversationally as he eyed the hamster on the table for lack of a better thing to do. "What is it this time Duo? Did you kill a fly or kick a squirrel or something like that?"
I rolled my eyes. But the squirrel bit hit hard. "I defied my dress code and wore leather pants."
Solo's brow rose. "And?"
"Well I went out with somebody I wasn't supposed to. And heck, I'm not even allowed to date. Plus I broke my curfew."
Solo's brow was still up there. Man, it was hanging there. "And?"
"And, that's it."
"Whoah." Solo scoffed and tried to hide a guffaw from his throat. "Your dad made it seem like you robbed a bank or something."
"My dad doesn't understand," I told him seriously, picking up the hamster he was trying to squeeze in his fist. "I loved that person he didn't want me to see."
"Was she some sort of narc?"
"No she wasn't some sort of narc!" I glared at Solo. "He's not a narc! He was the coolest guy in school. And he taught me how to be cool." By this time I was becoming dreamy-eyed. Sex God…
Solo laughed, which was a bit nasty because he started coughing, clearing his throat and choking on his own spit. When he recovered he pulled on a straight face and said, "I could've taught you how to be cool if you had only ask any earlier."
"It would be different." I pocketed the hamster on my breast pocket. It was afraid of Solo. I think he was trying to kill it, or molest it. "I wouldn't have had the time of my life."
"What are you, a Green Day fan now?" Solo was angry but I think he was just really jealous. "I thought we promised each other it was only Nirvana forever?"
"Solo," I put in nicely afraid he might freak. "Kurt Cobain's dead."
"So?"
"Just let it go."
"I'm sleeping in your room till Tuesday."
I gave Solo a look. "I know."
We were quiet for a while, except for St. Peter's howling. Well it's either that or he's humping things. It was pretty much normal except for the Clay Aiken part. I hate Clay—he looked like the poster child of losers.[3]
"Do you want me to teach you how to play the guitar again?"
"NO!"
Solo looked a bit hurt. "I mean, I'm sorry. It's tempting but I'm kind of tired right now."
"Suit yourself." Solo got up, grinned at me vicariously and left. "If you need me I'll be mastur—er, I'll be playing the guitar in your room."
I turned to look at St. Peter on the floor. "A day in the life of a mildly perverted artist,[4]"
***
I was tempted to call Politician Boy. I heard he's very good in dealing with people; he is a politician after all, if not one heck of a whiner. But the only drawback was he might not take me seriously, because he'd probably be busy fooling around with his dude Treize to want to solve my problems.
I tried calling Quat, but the line was busy for a long time, so I decided to go for a walk. Yeah, yeah, I'm grounded, but my dad was gullible enough to let me walk St. Peter.
I passed by Heero's house. It was quiet, but the lights were on, and Catherine's car was parked right there, which was strange because Trowa and Heero were neighbors.
St. Peter had just spotted a poodle and started panting heavily. Why was everyone else freaking horny? I didn't even get a good look through Heero's front porch or reminisce about our times together when suddenly Politician Boy strolled into the scene carrying grocery bags.
Aha! So he's not fooling around with his dude Treize after all.
"Stalking is illegal Maxwell."
I rolled my eyes. "Can't you find something else to do?"
"Why? Can't you?"
"I'm… investigating."
"Yuy's house." He pointed out.
I shrugged. "Yeah. Even got a dog to sniff for clues."
"Well he's no hound dog that's for sure." P.B. glanced at the humpy St. Peter who had been eyeing P.B.'s crotch leisurely. The poodle lay forgotten like a...forgotten, thing.
"I'm investigating, Wufei," I said exasperatedly, flipping my braid. "Leave me be."
"Oh, sure." Wufei rolled his eyes. "You're outside of his home. You're looking into his house. You even had that whole Hardy Boys thing going on, only you're short one brother."
"Damn it." I cursed. "This is like that time when I knocked my grandma's false teeth out. Or when my dad run over this frog and eventually killed it."
"You did what?"
I waved him off. "Never mind." Truth be told I only wanted to let the guilt of knocking my grandma's false teeth and my dad's murdering of the frog to be off my chest. Now that I had, I felt overjoyed.
Wufei shook his head. "You know Relena last night, she cried like hell." Wufei laughed, which was scary because he's so uptight most of the time. I even heard thunder crackling somewhere and half of the population running around screaming.
"And Treize is trying to foster ties between Dorothy and her which in my opinion is vexing."
"Everything vexes you."
"True. True." P.B. shrugged. "Well I better go, I still have things to do. (like have sex with Treize I mentally added) Good luck Maxwell." He snickered.
Good luck with what? I turned to St. Peter who whimpered. "Life is dull without Heero, right?"
St. Peter whimpered. "What you want some ass right now?"
St. Peter barked and jauntily ran, like in Black Beauty only he was half-deranged, horny and pulling me along with him. "Down boy!" I was trying to calm him down but he was bent on humping something real to pleasure him thoroughly.
***
Solo left the room smelling a bit odd. Anyway, he was having dinner downstairs and I had excused myself because somebody decided to play footsie with me. I was having trouble dealing with Solo and I had this wacky idea of burning his things so he'd have to leave at once and get back to Boston for new things.
My room was a wreck now. His sketches were everywhere.
I walked closer, peering into the sheets of paper strewn on my bed. Oh God—was that me in chains naked? I barely had the time to hurl when the phone began ringing.
I picked it up, holding it an inch away from my face in case I decided to throw up.
"Hello?"
"It's the president?" Somebody said. "Oww. Hey stop that."
"Hello?"
"It's Heero." I swallowed my vomit, which is not a very hygienic thing to do.
"Oh." I said. "If you called to think I'd forgive you that easily then you're dead wrong, Yuy."
"Didn't you think I knew that already? Listen, Duo." Somebody was poking something. Was that David, the cursing boy in the background?
"…"
"I'm sorry. While I bit that cat today I caught myself thinking about you when I know I'm not supposed to."
"You bit a cat? Heero I think that's unsanitary."
"I know. And it's insane as well. Well the bottom line is I've been thinking about what I did to you."
"…"
"Those things I've done."
"…"
"And those things I could've not done."
"…"
"Duo, are you there?"
"…"
"Duo I think this is for real."
"I'm sorry."
"And Duo. I'm so in love with you it's addicting."
"I'm moving to Boston with my cousin Solo, Heero."
"Duo I want to marry you!"
I lifted a brow as if to say, really now? I think Heero might've heard it because he sighed. And it was silent for a moment, and the sound of Heero breathing made me feel as if he were breathing down my neck and not across the blocks.
"Please don't intrude my life anymore." I shut my eyes and ignored the nagging of my conscience.
"Duo, don't hang up on me."
I'm sorry.
"Goodbye Heero."
Goodbye—it was so final.
Trowa
"What?" I asked. We were grouped together by the door to Heero's room. Heero kicked us out when David started hitting him in the head with the game boy he got for fifty dollars down at the store, which unfortunately, wasn't working properly. It's David's fault anyway, and not ours—being sent out of Heero's chambers, I mean.
"Well?" It was Catherine who managed to reiterate my speech with another word beginning with the same letter that happened to consist of the exact same number of mine as well. [5]
"Fuck this game's so whacked!" Catherine rolled her eyes at her boyfriend.
"Shut up!" Quatre, Catherine and myself scolded.
"Did he talk about Chickens again?" Quatre moved in front of Heero.
"Chickens? No." Heero let out a sad sigh. And I had wanted to smirk despite the situation, only that Catherine might just kick my shin and Heero, dismember me seriously.
"What did you notice about him aside from his not mentioning of chickens?"
"He seemed a bit… I don't know maybe a bit off color." Heero sat down the bed, eyed his sound system and scowled at nothing in particular.
"Off color?" Quatre repeated, bewildered.
"Like he didn't want to talk to me much."
"Considering you broke his trust I doubt he finds any credibility in what you've been telling him." It was David who startled us. Catherine's eyes widened, Quatre's mouth hung agape.
Heero and I merely stared at David. "Hey, the fucking game boy advance doesn't want to fucking work," He shrugged, and shook the offending piece of plastic and batteries. "I'm fucking bored, now. Cath, can we just go fucking make out at your place already?
Catherine blushed. Quatre turned to Heero again. He was making all the talk, since I wasn't that of a conversationalist.
"What did you say anyway?"
"That I was sorry, and I wanted to, marry him?"
"Uh-oh, maybe that's where you went wrong." Quatre stated, nodding his assent. I could only vaguely wonder where he gets his ideas. Maybe I've slammed him into the wall too strong the last time. "Maybe Duo's got this thing about commitment."
"Or maybe, he's just not yet healed." I told Heero. "Give him time, Heero. The wound's are still fresh." Heero looked at me as if debating whether to believe my words or not.
He sighed, withdrawn. "He's leaving for Boston on Wednesday." I winced. Suddenly I thought about everything else I told Heero. He shouldn't have done what he did—I warned him. He should've listened.
"Oh, yeah." Quatre said. "He's mentioned it to me. I think he's going to stay with his cousin Solo for awhile."
"Solo?"
I stopped listening.
It was comical in a way. I just realized how long we've been staying over at Heero's. It was just easy to go home, it was barely seven feet away from Heero's porch after all, but somehow the mess we pulled last night affected our mentalities in such a way that we found ourselves compelled to stay behind to fix Heero's problem.
Heero's my best friend. We've been so since we were children, five or six I think, and there'd be times when we'd fight over who got to play with the toy robot first, or where we'd chosen to play—but we never really stopped to decide where that would take us.
We never looked ahead into the future. I like Heero—it was impossible not to like him. He had spiffy toys as a child, and when he happened to handpick his best friend for life, he selected me.
Heero's my best friend, really, but sometimes I never really got around to understand how his mind works. It's as difficult to comprehend him, just as it is to make Mac and Apple fans mingle.
Anyway, our so called friendship was wrapped carefully; Heero and I were two people who just happened to share their spare time together for a lack of a social circle, and really, we were two different people—but we were somehow the same, hapless misfortunate single teenaged boys.
Now that I have my little cherub, wait… Okay, now that I have Quatre, I can't think of anything else that'll possible make me happier. But I can't say that Heero's problems don't affect me.
Firstly, David, my sister's supposed beau is just thoroughly aggravating me. He constantly curses things, peoples, places—he's like the poster child of profanity. He stays with us because Catherine does. She plans on fixing Heero's problem, although the farthest she's got was cooking lunch for all of us.
Quatre and I—we're merely utilizing the different rooms of Heero's spacious abode. But back to the matter at hand. Heero had began kicking us out his room again, and before he could do the same to me, I locked the door behind him and stared him in the eye.
Since last night we've never been able to talk. Heero had been busy moaning of his woes, and I've been busy myself making my little cherub moan, but now…
It was only the two of us.
"What now Trowa?"
"I'll help you resolve things, Heero." I shrugged, leaned against the wall with my arms crossed in front of my chest. Heero looked wary.
"And this coming from somebody who told me to feel Duo's crotch?"
I shrugged once more, although the pallor on my cheeks became a bit flushed. "We make mistakes, Heero." I explained. "Mistakes sometimes that we need to redeem ourselves from. This is just one of those."
Heero was quiet for a second; his hand flew to his temple and massaged as if he were having a headache. "Okay, I'm listening."
I smirked.
Heero sighed.
***
"Remind me why I'm doing this again?" It was Monday morning when Heero decided to complain. I gave him the hamster head to put over his.
"He'll be sure to forgive you, trust me," I assured Heero who took the proffered head and slipped it over his. "I am the master of my craft Heero. Trust me just this once."
Heero growled something.
"The whole get up's a rental so you better be careful not to destroy anything," I fixed his hamster head, trying not to laugh at his transformation. (From a scowling, spandex wearing teen to a six foot pink hamster mascot with a large 'I'm sorry' sign on its stomach).
"Here he comes!" I handed Heero the daisies and hid from view.
Duo was walking through the corridor, carrying everything else from his locker. He was wiping out his locker of his things, after his visit to the Principal's office. I suddenly felt sorry for Heero. Duo was leaving him just as everybody else did—his mom, his dad.
Duo however wasn't alone. He was accompanied by a boy around a foot taller, who wore entirely black—even his nails were of the same color. Duo was walking stiffly, trying to dodge his company's hand from landing on his shoulder.
"Psst! Show time, Heero."
Heero turned to me slowly. It was difficult to move inside the suit. I imagined his trademark kill, and his, "I will kill you."
I crouched by the locker doors, (hopefully) concealing myself. Duo stopped in front of the pink spectacular mascot, his face showing a myriad of emotions.
Heero handed him the daisies. Duo blushed. "Heero…"
Heero took the head off, and Duo's buddy glared. "Duo, who is this?"
"It's the guy I was talking to you about the other day," Duo explained, but he was too busy looking at Heero, and Heero the same, so the guy was ignored.
"I thought you said he was the coolest," Solo said smugly, rolling his eyes. "The guy has a hamster costume, what's so cool about that?"
Duo was now dreamy. "Everything." And he wrapped his arms around Heero, completely jumping on him. I slapped my forehead. The suit was heavy, and unfortunately Heero wasn't able to carry Duo so they both toppled to the ground.
Duo came on top. Their faces were close. "So we're friends again?"
"Don't be stupid!" Duo rolled his eyes. It was a bit sweet of Heero; I'd have to admit. Duo's legs were wrapped around the soft, pink material that made the stomach. He crossed his arms. "I don't want to be friends."
Heero's face fell. From my vantage point, I could tell. "I want to be more than friends."
And Heero, let out a smile—I was awestruck because I realized how much Duo must've meant to him.
Duo leaned down and softly kissed Heero on the lips. "I missed you." He said.
"I missed you more."
"If you do anything like that again, play with my feelings or bet over me—"
"I won't." Heero brought a hamster-ish hand to stroke Duo's cheek. "I promise, love."
Duo sighed. "I know. But if you do something to that effect, I'll be sure to—"
"So you like the Yuy boy back."
It was Duo's dad. We were caught. Again.
I saw Solo smirk, and before I could help them off their feet, I found somebody twisting my ear. I winced.
It was the Principal. "Cutting classes Barton?" He looked angry. "You should know better."
Heero glared vulnerably from the floor. He couldn't get up even as Duo's dad helped his son up—correction he was infuriated so he yanked him by the arm.
I was still wincing and trying to move away from the Principal, when the boy, who I learned later on was named Solo, smirked.
"Uncle, I think Duo and I should just leave Darlington today."
The Reverend Maxwell looked so determined as he eyed all of us. The Principal had finally let me go, and Heero was still on the floor so I helped him up albeit with much difficulty.
"Yes, Solo. I think you're right,"
Solo grinned. Duo's face fell.
My ear hurt.
Tbc…
One more chapter and the fic is done!!!
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[1] To Mariah Carey fans—apologies. I don't really hate her. It just so happens she popped into my mind. I haven't watched Glitter. It didn't get good reviews so I'm basing my opinions on the that.
[2] This guy Brian keeps calling me 'be,' in school which annoys me. I don't even like him.
[3]I am not a Clay fan, as you can see.
[4] I was reading Jonathan Ames's book 'A Day In The Life Of A Mildly Perverted Writer'
[5] Did anybody get that?
Thanks go out to the following people who reviewed the previous chapter:
All those I've forgotten, please contact me (shac3_xo at hotmail dot com) so I can thank you on the final chapter.
Jesse-chan – my mother's got this thing for Audrey Hepburn and one day we were watching Breakfast At Tiffany's on DVD and I kind of incorporated the movie into my writing.
YaoiYaoiYeah- Forever my fan? Wow, thanks. I'm not really a very good writer. *gushes* I love your pen name by the way, very creative. Oh, and Ban/Ginji forever too! I love that pairing! I'm glad somebody thinks the same. I mean, I think I was the one of the first to get hold of the series and I'd been surfing the web at some point last year, and there weren't any site dedicated to the pairing yet… so sad. -_-. But anyway, thank you so much for reviewing like, six times!
Janice- I'm not sure if he's any jealous here. For all I know, I've just made Heero feel bad about himself.
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winkie101- lol, am I just really perverted or is you pen name… neh, nevermind. You keep count of all the months huh? Well I made this chapter long for you guys, so I hope you enjoy it.
Corli- I was high on caffeine when I wrote ch. 4 I think. And I had The New Radicals on my WinAmp so I guess those two really shouldn't be mixed.
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Ristica- drunk and eating candy? Sounds like something I would do. I'm glad you laughed! Sometimes people just need to lighten up you know? So I guess that's what this fic's about.
Fallen angel named Alan- Fallen, hm? You don't happen to know me in real life do you?
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Setowriter123456- yeah Duo is VERY OOC. I don't like OOC but then again this fic calls for it so… as for being independent I'm not sure. Does that mean I'm liberated because frankly I don't think I am because I still like with my folks. Ally McBeal: I like the dancing baby, as for Dawson's Creek, I prefer the spin-off Young Americans back four years ago. can't believe the network cancelled it. The girly part—blame it on the lines I borrowed from 'Angus, Thongs & Full frontal Snogging'.
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Jersie16 – it's alright. I don't mind. Yeah, high school sucks. Lots of lurve problems and such. Grr. Hehe.. I started writing when I was 10 by the way, and around that age I was writing boyband slash. lol. I know, yeah—crappy. But right now I'm focusing on RPS, preferably HP, LOTR and Simple Plan. ^^
Meiyo- drawing? I have fan art? Does this mean I'm a star now? *national anthem plays in the background* argh, not that kind of star. Newei, I've had lots of espressos right now. Did you know there are 14 billion espressos drank in Italy per year? I wanna move there!!!
LBx- yeah not an MPREG fan either too, but WhiteWolfSearching's fics inspire me. *gets dreamy look*
Mookie Neko- he's a messed up teen, just like me.
ReddAlice- oh god how IDIOTIC of me. I just have lots of beta readers wanting to get their hands on the fic so when a three submitted the fic, I thought that was all. I guess it teaches me a lesson, though. Not to have WAY too many beta readers. I am deeply sorry. is there any way that I can make it up to you?
Maria Wong- hey you're one of those few people I missed when I was away from this fic. Thanks for reviewing.
Evil Chibi Kitten- a big whopping thank you!!!
Darla-La Mosca Tete – you're really nice. Has anybody told you that? Thanks sooooooooo much!!!! ^^
Solo D. Maxwell-Yuy- do I know you in real life? Well I missed you too, I think.
Sara-chan- you've got the very same nom de plume as my best friend by the way,
shinigami-steh – cool? Wow, none of my friends like this fic, except a girl called Angie. Glad you liked it though,
Werekitten- yes, Relena is a bitch. Actually the 'pussy' joke's from this book, Angus Thongs, etc.. anyway I've read Jonathan Ames' The Extra Man, so it kind of seeped into the fic.
Canyon A. Lynn – when I was in the fifth grade I fell in front of my whole class and the most embarrassing part was it was because my bag's strap sticking out from the aisle! People asked me then just how much fish I caught!
Maria Wong- Hots. Definitely hots.
Name- sorry. I am mildly insane.
Kary-Asakura – an ocean huh? Is that healthy? lol.
Andrea- sorry, I was feeling angsty in the last chappie.
Catherina- yes they all have different outlooks in life.
Caramina von Strade – Again I apologize for my insanity.
Sev-chan- addictive? Thanks, I guess.
Luna-C1 - ^^ thank you
TodesGott02 – Heero's not a bastard. He's just… confused.
WhiteWolfSearching – I LOVE YOU. Er, did that come on too strong? Anyway, I love you and your fics. I reviewed them the other day, because I am OFFICIALLY back! yes!! ^^
Duo/Folken/TK - Thanks for always reviewing! I really appreciate that a lot.
Big bob- nice name, and thanks
mayu kawaii – aww, gosh. I'm so flattered. *bats eyes*
crème – yeah I know he is, but he's really just… confused. And I hated making duo girly so I decided to make him punch heero.
Ex-Angel & Muses - thank you!!^^
Reina De Corazons – see above; neh, just kidding. Uhm, no I would never forget about you guys. I love you all.
Eternal Darkness – I did that because I am the author. Well I was a bit angsty when I wrote said chapter so, go figure.
Satans Little Toy - You threw the frying pan?! It almost hit me! Neh, just fiddling. You know me, mildly insane.
La La La - *glomps on La La La as well* that was just what I needed, besides a spatula thrown in my direction!! ^^
Devylzangyl – heero is so messed up, you gotta understand. *shakes head*
TrenchcoatMan – mindblowing? I usually don't associate my fics with that word, but I'm flattered you did.
Darkarc – maybe I've had way too many broke ups, dunno. I guess I tried incorporating all the feelings you'd get when somebody smashes your heart into pulp.
Sefarina Malaika- sorry if I depressed you somewhat. Angsty when I wrote this.
Fire Wind1- here's the apology!
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