I own nothing...at....all....except a guitar I bought from this dude and its red with a white scratch plate...Imaginary Duo GET ON WITH IT! Neco Fine. Fine...
I could not believe what I was hearing. I was truly flabbergasted. Relena trying to seduce Quatre. Relena coming after me. And this is the best part...I am going to Heero's house! To live and hide out! The boy that had been the item of all my erotic dreams was taking me to stay at his place.
All alone.
By ourselves.
If only he were gay.
I sighed as I snapped back to the reality that Heero has a girlfriend, one of his many flings, andthat he and I were watching as Quatre tried to pack some of my clothing into a bag, all the while
babbling about how there are pizza boxes and hamburger containers and Chinese food tins that had mold on them and tons of empty Peanut Butter Jars all over the floor and how he can't make any since from this place and where were my boxers and do I even have any boxers and do I have a cell phone and how I should get one and how I should hire a housekeeper and....
I stopped listening. Instead I was watching Heero, who had taken a few steps in front of me and the mention of Peanut Butter had put the images of dreams I had had about Heero so many times. My eyes traveled down from the back of his head and his messy hair followed the contours of his back, slowly, down, down...
Quatre pushed past Heero and grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him a bit forcefully, still babbling endlessly.
They took me downstairs and tossed me into a car, still forcefully, and I got a wonderful view of Quatre's ride. It was a 1987 Red Mustang Convertible with a leather interior that literally sparkled. I was afraid I was going to wrinkle the seats.
Quatre sat in the driver's seat, I was sitting shotgun, and Heero was in the back seat. Quatre took off, heading to Heero's Apartment, and I had the sneaking feeling that Heero's eyes were watching me the whole way there. It made me nervous and stimulated at the same time as those fantasies popped back into my mind.
