Chapter II
You promise you won't tell anyone I'm writing this thing again? Cause if you do... Ok, ok, I'll cut with that ''I'm going to kill you'' stuff. It's Heero's sentence, anyways. Why I'm writing again even though I wanted to delete the previous one? I don't know. Maybe writing is my forbidden fruit which tempts me each time I pass by my computer.
I really think I need a pet. Maybe a fish. They don't talk too much. People keep rambling about how ''friendly'' and ''cute'' pets are, mainly thinking of fury pets like cats and dogs or talkative parrots. I like fishes. They mind their own bussiness just wandering in their limited living space, waiting to be fed.
I went to that party the other day. I definitely won't use that sentence ''It was nice/great/synonyms...''. It's so frustrating how we've lost a freedom to say what we think afraid to be considered weird. I think I'll say that the place was crowded and I don't like crowded places, ergo- I wish I could have stayed at home.
Home. Mental note:'' Limit the usage of that word.''
Duo was all over the place. I think he managed to break the speed of sound while chasing girls. Heero spent the night hiding from Relena. I swear, I thought I was watching National Geographic special edition: a rodent being chased by a cheetah. Maybe that was the moment I decided to get myself a pet. That guy will jump from a building , no problem, but put him in the same room with Relena and he transfers into a Tutankhamen's mummy. Quatre was talking to everyone for the whole evening. Man, can he talk or what! By the end of the night, he had three new charity donors. And three new charity donor's wifes drooling all over him. Wufei was still insulted, but I bought him a drink and now he speaks to me again. Like Noin pointed out ''Lucky you, Trowa.'' with an obvious dose of sarcasm in her voice.
You wouldn't belive where I ended up. Talking to Zechs. Yep, Zechs Merqouise aka Milliardo Peacecraft. Guy seemed to hate parties even more down than I do. It's strange conversing to your former enemy, even if it's about stupid usual stuff like sports. A soccer fan, that Zechs. To me, he always looked like a golf or chess fan. Can't explain why. We just sat in the corner getting drunk. This was maybe a fifth time in my life I got really drunk. That feeling of nothingness in your head...Nice while it lasts but one heck of a headache in the morning. You'll understand why my memories of the rest of the night are rather vague.
Have you ever tried putting cream on a banana? Neither have I. Duo says it's tasty. But who'd trust to a guy who puts chips into Coke before eating it. Come to think about it, Wufei eats everything that walks except people. I'm not going to risk my neck and tell him that. Next time he offers me a bug, I'll grit my teeth and eat. Even if it kills me.
I've read a book. Poe's short stories. One of them made me give up on that ''getting a pet'' idea. About a creepy black kitten. Dark story, indeed. When I read a story that's dark, I tend to catch up the mood and become unbearable for the rest of the day. Catheryine says she'll put me in lion's cage and forget to feed them. Can't blame her.
I spent the whole morning practising until my muscles clenched. Completely lost touch with reality and gazed into that speed counter without actually seeing it. It all became a blur until some guy slapped me on the back saying ''Dude, you're gonna break the machine!'' Heero once told me it had happened to him too. Gundam syndrome perhaps...
So, I passed through park on my way back (I won't say ''home''). Saw Hilde there. She was apparently on a date but kept convincing me it was a ''lunch with friend''. She's head over feet in Duo. Tries to get him off her mind by dating some loosers. He does the same. Reminds me of that song ''People are strange, when you're a stranger...'' by The Doors.
I don't know what to say anymore. I guess two pages were more than enought to put my feelings down on a paper. It felt good doing it, but now I somehow feel naked. It's much easier putting a mask and acting the role you want. Clowns are so damn lucky! Either happy or sad, no layers. Black or white...
I think I'll go play solitaire now.Like ''solitude''. One person. All by yourself. No partner, no lover, no family, no responsability. You and your own mistakes. I think ''solitude'' sounds much better than ''loneliness''. ''Loneliness'' is so...empty. Like vacuum. ''Solitude'' is more like a willful act. It's not empty, you're in it. Only you.
And remember, if you tell anyone...ANYONE I wrote this...I'm going to take you to Quatre's wardrobe and leave you inside. They'll be shooting ''Robinson Crusoe'' once again starring you. Now, am I understood?
Well, here's another chappie... Hope I'm staying faithful to Trowa's way of thinking. Big thanks to Lady DoyoureallythinkI'malady for reviewing. And big apology to Quatre (he's actually one of my favourite characters:) for making him look like Paris Hilton with wardrobe and stuff:O
