Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to them, not to me (which is probably a good thing).
Title: Daydreams
Author: aomurasakiai
Pairing: Duo/Heero, Heero/Duo (if you want it to be)
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU, Possible Shounen Ai
gw500 challenge: #33 - "distraction"
Word Count: 546
Sitting at his desk and working on his math homework, Duo yawned as he neared the end of his assignment. Just a few more problems to go and he would be finished for the day. And another week to go before winter break started. He could definitely use the chance to relax and not have to worry about schoolwork. The braided teen set his pencil down and leaned back on his chair, stretching his arms over his head. His aching muscles protested, but it still felt good to take the small break from writing and being bent over a piece of paper.
Duo turned his head slightly towards the window and smiled at the colors the setting sun was sending out. It had snowed the previous night and billions upon billions of white snowflakes covered the ground. The sun seemed to paint the usually pure white snow with warm colors; for a moment it felt like summer. Looking around, he saw that some of his neighbors had shoveled their front lawns, but the front of his own house was untouched. He had promised his father he would shovel once he'd finished with his homework. He was about to turn back to his work, intending to finish it, when he saw that a door had opened in the house across the street.
A young teen, much like himself, stepped out with a shovel in his hand. He had unruly, dark brown hair and looked to be of Asian descent. Duo blinked in surprise at the clothing the other boy was wearing: a pair of jeans, a green top and a denim jacket. Damn, wasn't he cold?! He had never seen the boy before but he did vaguely remember the "SOLD" sign in front of the house a few weeks before. He must have missed them moving in due to his studying for finals week.
The braided boy watched the Japanese teen shovel the sidewalk, piling up the snow in front of the house. He seemed to be doing it effortlessly, as if the snow weighed nothing to him. Duo knew how hard it was from experience; his own arms would be sore for hours afterwards. Propping his arm up on his desk and resting his chin on his hand, Duo watched as the unruly haired boy continued to work. He didn't even notice how a smile slowly formed on his lips.
"Duo!" The American teen jerked out of his small daydream at the sound of his father's voice. Looking up, he saw that the Japanese boy was no longer there and that the sidewalk across the street was completely cleared. Had his mind drifted that much?
'Crap! I need to go shovel our side before it gets too dark!' Quickly, he closed up his math book, intending to come back and finish it after he was done. Rummaging inside his closet, he found his coat and gloves and put them on before going downstairs where a shovel was propped up next to the door. Silently thanking his father, he set out into the rapidly darkening evening. As Duo started to shovel the snow, he was unaware of how a certain teen across the road paused in his studies to glance out the window and watch him work.
Owari