Heero tightened his fists as he approached the doorway. His palms were sweaty and his face slightly flushed.
/You can do this Heero. You're 23 and you've known this guy for 8 years. The worst that could happen is a door being slammed in your face…now go up there and press the door bell/
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Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
"Alright I'm coming. Now where did I put my stupid keys?"
Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
"I said ALRIGHT! Geesh. some people really need to learn some patience. What could be so important anyway?" Duo muttered under his breath. The braided man finally located his key chain and fumbled through them looking for the right one. He unlocked the door and did a double take at what he saw.
Brown hair slicked back with just the right amount of gel. White collared shirt, blue tie that matched his eyes and matching formal black pants instead of old green singlet and black spandex. Heero was even wearing brand new black leather loafers instead of his old yellow sneakers.
"He…Hee…Heero…is that you?"
Said Japanese adjusted his collar and nodded uncomfortably.
"What the hell - who in the world did this to you? Wait don't tell me. I can guess." Duo was shaking his head now. "It was Relena wasn't it? She somehow managed to get hold of you and dress you up. Now you've come to my place for to hide…and to get changed."
Duo turned around and started walking back into the house, waving his friend in at the same time.
"Well come on in and we'll find you a hiding spot."
It took him a while to notice that Heero wasn't following.
"Hurry up now. She'll be here any minute now."
/Tell him. Tell him now. You can do this. You know you can/
Heero pulled out a box of chocolates from behind his back and stuck them out in front of him.
/There I've done it/
The American eyes popped wide open when he saw what Heero had to offer.
"A large box of Belgium's finest milk chocolate that won the award for best chocolate on earth and in the colonies!!! Uh Heero you know you didn't have to…I'm your friend. You can come over or hehe hide here anytime you want ya know. There's no need for such expensive gifts but thank you anyway."
Heero's face dropped. "You don't like it? Plan B. There's a 50 free hamburger voucher inside the box too."
"Oh Heero! I told you that you don't have to. Wait, you want something from me don't you…no that's not like you. That's Quatre's tactic. He always-"
"Go out with me."
Pause
"What?"
A flicker of hope passed through Heero's eyes.
"Please."
Duo stared in disbelief.
"You want to…me."
A nod and a look of desperation.
"Who in their right mind would want to go out with a loudmouthed, rude, slightly crazy if I can say so myself, untidy, bratty whinger like me?"
Heero stared. He did not know what to say.
Duo squinted at his friend, looking deep into his eyes, searching.
"You're serious about this, aren't you?"
Another nod.
The American grabbed Heero's wrist and yanked him into the house, slamming the door behind him.
"You're on my friend. Welcome aboard the Maxwell love express."
Owari