Disclaimers: I still don't own it.. surprise surprise..
Warnings: ehh.. nothing much really. its staying fairly calm. _;; just
you wait.
Pairings: this is where it actually starts to show 2x4x2 (just a little..)
Rating: eh.. I dunno, what do you think it should be? I'll keep it at pg-
13, tell me if you think it should be R.
Notes: yeah.. its short as hell. (chapter 15 wont be long though. unless
something comes up.) This one is duo's pov. and if anyone was confused
about that last chapter.. that was Quatre's pov o.O; (someone said they
were confused.)
(goes back in time only the slightest bit) Chapter 14- 'enter foot insert mouth'
I heard the water get turned off. I stood up, having not the energy to get off the kitchen floor, before, though at this point I was just staring blankly into nothing. I walked over to the couch in the living room and sat down.
About a minute later, the bathroom door opened and Quatre slowly walked out, using the wall to help support himself. He walks over to the couch, not using the wall for most of the walk and sits down on the couch.
He looks over at me, "What are you doing?"
'Planning the end of the universe' nah, that wouldn't go over to well, "Watching T.V." .. Shit, that might have worked if I even owned a T.V.
"But.. you don't even have one." Damn.. he caught on.
"Details Quatre, details." I said with a straight face.
He looked at me and blinked a few times. I then grinned widely and laughed.
"So," I say after I stop laughing, "how are you feeling?"
He just looks at me and makes a face.
"Aa, feel like shit?"
"I'd admire shit."
There he goes again, cursing. I've heard cursing from him before, but it still just seems so.. wrong, vulgar for him to curse. Like a 5 year old cursing.
Then I remembered last night. I resisted the urge to curl up and scream at what I was, and what I saw, at what happened. His scars. He isn't as innocent as I thought. But in the same sense I could have never met anyone more innocent.
It was just too hard I guess, for me to see him at not innocent, when for so long I couldn't help it. But.. I guess I admire his innocence.
It was just.. He was just.
Staring back at me with a slightly concerned, confused stare.
Then I realized I had been staring at him.
"Is there something wrong duo..?"
"No, nothing wrong." I made more direct eye contact and just moved my head.
"You were staring at me." He blinks.
"Aa! Just admiring you're beauty." He blinked some more. I just sort of laughed and resisted the urge to eat my own foot.
That! That was the best thing I could think of to say!? I mentally slapped myself, wasn't satisfied, so I then mentally punched, kicked and spit on my sad, pathetic, mess of myself. Much better.
While my mental self was a shuddering, shaking, little heap in some dark corner of my mind, I realized that along with me, Quatre was blushing. However, I was the only one who suffered from nervous laughing.
What the HELL was going on?
(goes back in time only the slightest bit) Chapter 14- 'enter foot insert mouth'
I heard the water get turned off. I stood up, having not the energy to get off the kitchen floor, before, though at this point I was just staring blankly into nothing. I walked over to the couch in the living room and sat down.
About a minute later, the bathroom door opened and Quatre slowly walked out, using the wall to help support himself. He walks over to the couch, not using the wall for most of the walk and sits down on the couch.
He looks over at me, "What are you doing?"
'Planning the end of the universe' nah, that wouldn't go over to well, "Watching T.V." .. Shit, that might have worked if I even owned a T.V.
"But.. you don't even have one." Damn.. he caught on.
"Details Quatre, details." I said with a straight face.
He looked at me and blinked a few times. I then grinned widely and laughed.
"So," I say after I stop laughing, "how are you feeling?"
He just looks at me and makes a face.
"Aa, feel like shit?"
"I'd admire shit."
There he goes again, cursing. I've heard cursing from him before, but it still just seems so.. wrong, vulgar for him to curse. Like a 5 year old cursing.
Then I remembered last night. I resisted the urge to curl up and scream at what I was, and what I saw, at what happened. His scars. He isn't as innocent as I thought. But in the same sense I could have never met anyone more innocent.
It was just too hard I guess, for me to see him at not innocent, when for so long I couldn't help it. But.. I guess I admire his innocence.
It was just.. He was just.
Staring back at me with a slightly concerned, confused stare.
Then I realized I had been staring at him.
"Is there something wrong duo..?"
"No, nothing wrong." I made more direct eye contact and just moved my head.
"You were staring at me." He blinks.
"Aa! Just admiring you're beauty." He blinked some more. I just sort of laughed and resisted the urge to eat my own foot.
That! That was the best thing I could think of to say!? I mentally slapped myself, wasn't satisfied, so I then mentally punched, kicked and spit on my sad, pathetic, mess of myself. Much better.
While my mental self was a shuddering, shaking, little heap in some dark corner of my mind, I realized that along with me, Quatre was blushing. However, I was the only one who suffered from nervous laughing.
What the HELL was going on?