Guess what! I own Ab...so....lu...te...ly....NOTHING! Just trying to reiterate that, ya know, don't want to get sued and...Yeah, its coming...
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I couldn't believe how damn clean Heero's place was. I mean, this place was sparkling. Even the Mr. Coffee looked like it was never used. It probably wasn't.
Quatre had thrown the bag at me, literally, and left us in a cloud of dust. Not even a good bye. Well, I can't really blame him, I would be the same way is Relena tried to...
I stopped thinking about it. Too painful.
Heero told me that my room was the second on the left down the hall, and he disappeared into his room, slamming the door. I just couldn't get the image of Heero's brown hair whipping around in the wind on the way here.
I went into my room, and it looked like a normal guest room. Nothing special. At all. This place was really boring.
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I dumped my bag and laid down. I was tired. It was, after all, like four am.
When I got up, it was eight o'clock pm the next day. Man, I can sleep a long time, eh?
I got up and walked out into the hall. While I was heading for the bathroom, I heard some clanking and groaning from Heero's room. Sleepily I went to the door and peeked in to see what he was doing. What else could I do? What harm could come from it, right?
Mega harm.
There were guns on a table, like fifteen, but that wasn't the best part. He had weights, a bench press! My Gods, what a sight that was. I could not take my eyes off of him. There Heero was, benching about 180, no shirt and those spandex shorts, his hair plastered to his head with perspiration, his chest glazed and shiny with sweat...My Gods, it was like my Fantasy come true.
Then, for one reason or another, I am not quite sure; my pants began to get tighter. I knew I should go back to my room and stop watching him but Heero was so...uhh...man I can't even think of the word that described it. He didn't notice me watching him, and I stood there in that doorway, peeking through a crack in the doorway, my pants seemingly getting smaller...and smaller....
That's when Heero, the brown haired boy that I have come to have the HUGEST crush on stood up and turned to his chest of drawers...which happened to be right by the door. Disaster...
Oh my Gods, what is he going to think?
Me...
Here...
In the door way...
Watching him....
My pants were so tight by the time I was able to move and stumble back to my room, I was worried that Heero noticed.
What am I saying, he had to have noticed. Heck, if there was a cat, it would have noticed. The clouds noticed. The trees noticed. Oxygen noticed. THE PEANUT BUTTER NOTICED. How could Heero not notice it? He is like the most observant guy I know....
I locked my door and leaned against the door. I was safe from Heero for now, here in my room.
Away from the sight of the hottest guy I ever met.
Man I wish he were gay.
I really, really wish.
Maybe If I ask Santa really nicely and say I have been good...?
Thought so....no chance.
Everything was fine until the door I was leaning on shook like there was an earthquake by a certain sweaty, bench pressing boy knocking on it while I was in the middle of fantasizing about erotic things between him and I.
C-R-A-P
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Duo THAT'S IT?!?!? HOW CAN THAT BE IT?
Neco Calm down.....
Duo NO! Write more, damnit!
Neco No!
Duo Yes!
Neco NO!
Duo Yes!
Neco N-
Heero Shut up or I will kill you both, Bakas...
Duo and Neco MEANIE!
(Please R&R?)
