Now we all know I got in his car, the question is: what happened next?

You perverted bastards. But I guess I shouldn't be talking 'cause I was kinda hoping for... something, too.

As soon as I had the door shut he looks forward and asks, "Where do you live."

For a minute I was surprised. Here was this guy who, in my book, was the definition of popularity and he was offering me a ride home. He was gonna take me home people - pay attention, this was like the turning point in my life and I'm not exaggerating. You'll see, I'm gonna tell you the whole story, don't worry.

Okay so I got over the initial shock that Mr. Captain was taking me home and spoke up. "Uh, it's about three miles up the road. Just make a right outta the parking lot."

Mr. Captain nodded and followed my directions without another word. He drove kinda slow, but that was probably 'cause there was zero visibility 'cause of the rain. After a couple of blocks I voiced my thanks that I didn't have to walk home in the shitty weather and he just sorta nodded in acknowledgement.

I pointed to my house and just as he pulled up to the curb the tornado warning thingi went off. It was really loud and I winced in surprise. Great, not only is it pouring rain but now there are tornados nearby. I did say Wednesday's my favorite day right? Yeah - the day was shaping up real well.

Mr. Captain switched on the radio and I waited a minute to listen to the news.

'Listeners: please remain indoors for the next twenty-four hours. This is extreme thunderstorm and tornado warning. We advise that you turn off all electricity and switch to battery powered appliances. Please avoid driving. If you are on the roads now, please find shelter as quickly as possible. Tornados have been spotted in the Dunwoody and Sandy springs area. All North Georgia schools and school related activities have been closed until further notice. All North Georgia businesses are asked to close and allow stranded travelers shelter. Once again - stay inside, we will give full reports every hour.'

Heh, guess that means I didn't have work. But what to do about the now "stranded" traveler sitting next to me.

I told him he could stay at my place...

What the hell was I supposed to do, let the guy drive home in this weather? I think not my fuzzy friend. He took my offer. What ran through my mind as he parked his car was 'Oh my fucking - shit!' Reason: I was about to have the Captain of the football team in my apartment, not necessarily a good thing. Kids at my school don't know I live by myself, remember? Oh well. He didn't seem like a talker, so I was hoping he wouldn't say anything. It's hard to say "Um, well my parents are on vacation" when I only have one bedroom and bathroom.

Anyway, we both ran into my apartment building; we were soaked none-the-less. We ended up jogging up the three flights of stairs to my floor - I donno why, maybe we were hoping to get dry. It didn't work.

For some reason we both found something extremely hilarious and were laughing uncontrollably. I was juggling my keys and shaking my head while he was hunched over with his hands on his knees - god his laugh was sexy. I don't know how that's possible, but it is.

I finally got the damn door open and we both kinda stumbled in to my apartment. After we both got calmed down I offered him a seat and he plopped down on the couch with what I thought was a sigh - a good sigh. He spread his arms out over the top of the couch and made himself all kinds of comfortable. It was like we had been friends for years and my place was his place - I barely know the guy and I'm already feeling like he's my best friend. Mann - I need to get a social life if the guy who drives me home is my new best friend.

I padded to the bathroom and grab a couple of towels as well as some band-aides, toilet paper, and peroxide; the gash on my forehead hadn't gone away, ya know. I threw him a towel and he started drying off his hair. I sat down on the ottoman in front of the chair next to the couch and set my first aide supplies in front of me. I still had no desire to see what shape my head was in so I started to fix myself up in the living room. Mr. Captain started looking at me funny when started to put peroxide on a wad toilet paper.

His stare made me a little nervous so I said, "What?" He just shook his head at me and took the wad from my hand.

"Move," he told me while pointing to the chair behind me. Jeez this guy is a real talker. -Sarcasm you idiots -. I follow his orders and slid into the chair behind me while he takes my place on the ottoman. He leans forward with the wad of toilet paper and starts cleaning my wound.

Good God.

Yes, it was painful, what do you expect? It felt like someone was digging their finger into the frigging whole and trying to touch my skull – yupp it hurt, but just a little. It was also very, very nice. He was very close to me and I was more than happy to let him pamper me – ok so it wasn't really pampering, but I can call it whatever the hell I want to. It ended all too soon though when he put the band-aide on my forehead. The whole time he was concentrating so hard though. I almost wanted to laugh, but at the same time the fact that he was so into making sure my wound was cleaned just right made me feel kinda good. I haven't had anyway worry over my stupid injuries and even though I don't think he was really worried it was still nice of him to care enough to offer me help.

Once he finished I walked over to the kitchen and offered him a drink. He declined and I went on to check my messages. There was one message – surprisingly - usually there's none. Anyway, it was my manager from work telling me that I didn't have to work 'cause of the weather and even though I already knew I wouldn't be working I was ecstatic - I never get off work and I mean never. So when good things come to you, you must celebrate. My way of celebrating? Milk shakes! Oh my fucking goodness, milkshakes make the world go round.

Not to brag, but I happen to be the best milkshake maker around. I got it from my dad - he was the best ever and taught me all the good stuff.

I got out my milk shake maker and end up totally forgetting about my guest. I started singing and scooping ice-cream. Come on - I've worked at the steak house for almost two years and I've never gotten a day off. Granted I don't work on weekends, but that doesn't count, I need my beauty sleep ya know? Anyhoo, I'm having a good old time in the kitchen when Someone (those friggin' higher powers or someone equally depraved) decided I should be punished for lord knows what and had Mr. Captain walk into the kitchen. He just looked at me while I made a friggin' fool of myself. At that moment I was more embarrassed than I have ever been in my life.

A/N: Sorry people – it was Halloween, ya know? I decided to write ya'll back (yes I live in Georgia, write what you know, right? And no, I don't have a fucking country accent and I'm not a fucking redneck, thank you very much).

Rashalla Entalio – Tyler is my middle name. Your right about Gene Wilder and "Young Frankenstein– I couldn't think of his name or the movie's name when I wrote that chapter, thus Duo didn't remember either . Thanks for the praise - xoxoxo Tyler

InfectedLife – Thanks a lot for your review, it made me feel all warm and fizzy inside. I'm trying to keep the characters in character, so Heero's lack of conversational skills will probably remain throughout the whole thing. ThnX again – Tyler

impish – alright your name is just too cute , thnX for the review – tyler

ahanchan – Thnx for your review and I'm glad you like that I put Heero on defense. I wanted too make him big and tough and shit like that and quarterbacks – while their often hot – aren't really big or anything. Heero just seems like the kinda guy who would be tackling people anyway. – Tyler

Santurion2 – You are too sweet – thank you so much for your review – tyler

Just another fan girl – appreciated, tyler

cHix0r Neko – I didn't read 'Stealing Rank', but 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' I loved, I stopped reading it though 'cause it kinda drifted away from the school life and got more into shit I didn't understand. Plus the chapters were way too fucking long and I have serious ADD, but I liked the story anyhow. Anyway, I really wanted to have Heero play lacrosse 'cause I play lacrosse (great sport, Great sport) and the whole write what you know shit, but that would be way to close to 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'. I love school get together fics so I finally decided to write my own. I hope it ends up being as good as I want it to be, I'm trying to write the entire story in Duo's POV and that was kinda hard this chapter and I think it's just gonna get harder. Thnx for your review – Tyler

Akennea – I will, thnX – tyler

Kaaera – thnX for the kudos, and yes Heero is going to find out Duo lives alone. – tyler

Andy – mmm Ann –day, very good name on the lips grins – thnX for the kudos buddy and sorry it took a while to update...somebody was busy last weekend... – tyler

Lindol – your too sweet, thnX – tyler

Silver-Wood –GG – "Life doesn't...wound" is my favorite quote in the chapter too. I also like the Tabasco sauce line, but I shuoldn't be bragging about my own work, huh? ThnX for reviewing and I'm glad someone likes my lemons quote, I personally think it's my best line yet, but hopefully I'll think of something even funnier for Duo to say. ThnX again – Tyler

dostil – "godii"? what the fuck? – tyler ps thnX for reviewing

Yuikey – thnX mann, appreciated – tyler

Sapphire Dragons – It wouldn't be Duo without his braid...thnX for the kudos, I'm glad your enjoying it – Tyler

Important A/N – Everyone better friggin' read this!: Luvs much everyone – make sure you keep reviewing. Ya friggin lazy bastards who are reading my story, that by the way takes a really long time to write, and then just moving on need to be stabbed by a blunt spoon. If you like it - Review the friggin' story!! If you don't like it – Review the friggin' story! For those of you that have, thank you and I hope you continue to do so... Tyler