I opened one bleary eye and was met with harsh sunlight shining right into my sleep ridden retina, so naturally I cursed.

"Fuck. It's morning."

I rubbed my eyes fiercely, still squinting from the stupid sun and all it shiny brightness and groped around for my shirt, and pants, and socks, and underwear, not to mention my shoes, shoes were good.

Somewhere in the search for all my articles of clothing I wondered what time it was. I didn't have a watch, or any other device that told time. I wondered if Heero did. I glanced over my shoulder and spotted a silver, not to mention expensive looking, watch on his wrist. I carefully turned his wrist slightly and read the time, 7:15 in the god damned morning. I couldn't believe it, some how I, a teenaged boy at the age of 16, had managed to open my eyes, think in complete sentences and get half dressed, in a car no less, all before noon.

Yup, it's official, there's definitely something wrong with me.

I opened up the car door and tried to quietly crawl out without waking Heero up, but at the last minute my foot got caught on the front seat and I slammed my chin on the inside of the door, so naturally I cursed again.

"Shit that hurt!"

The no longer sleeping body in the backseat shifted sleepily.

"Duo?"

"Murrrrrrgh." I noised, rubbing my hurt chin.

"What was that?" Heero asked, placing his chin on the front seat.

"Me getting injured by your car."

"Yes, she does get a little pissy when I bring another lover around."

"Uh if you're gay, shouldn't your car be a he instead?" I asked.

"All cars are she's Duo." Heero answers, beginning his own individual search for his cloths.

"Says who?"

"It's an unwritten law of the universe; all cars are she's, end of story. Hey do you see my right shoe up there somewhere?"

I picked it up off the passenger side floor and tossed it back hearing it land with a satisfying 'thunk' on my target.

"Shit that hurt!"

Great minds think alike.

Laughing, I scurried out of the car before Heero could get at me. I stretched in the morning breeze; maybe this time of the day wasn't so bad after all. The sun wasn't very far above the horizon and cast a blazing orange glow across the sky. Beautiful. The wind blew against my bare back and I felt the goose bumps rise. I wrapped my arms around myself and rubbed my arms. It was still early spring, not quite warm enough to waltz around half naked in the early morning light.

Just as I turned back towards the car to retrieve my shirt, it was chucked at my face, and that's when I noticed how bad it smelled.

"Eww, my cloths smell like…like…I don't know but something really disgusting."

I heard Heero laugh as I pulled my unknown smell smelling shirt over my head. Hey, he laughed, and not because he said something sarcastic or did something mean to me! Because I said something strange! Yay, improvement!

"You laughed." I said, smiling.

"Can't be helped, you're just so damn amusing." He answered.

"You forgot sexy." I pointed out.

"And sexy." He added, touching his forehead to mine and slipping his hands around my waist.

"Today's Thursday." I said aloud.

"Yes, and after that comes Friday. Good Duo! You earn a gold star!" Heero teases.

"Screw the gold star! Heero we have school today!" I shouted, stepping away from our embrace.

"I'm not going back to school Duo." Heero tells me.

I paused mid-panic (my mother would shoot me for skipping out on school, Hell she's already going to draw and quarter me for being gone the whole night.) and looked at Heero like he had just said the sky was falling.

"What?"

"I said I'm not going back to school Duo." Heero repeated with a slight edge in his voice.

I knew I didn't have to ask why, I already knew the answer, but I didn't let that stop me.

"Why not Heero?"

"Why the Hell do you think? I'm never going back to that stinking shit-hole of town again!" he yelled at me.

I backed away, I was scared shitless, I'd never seen him like this. It's like someone went into his head and flipped the insanity switch or something. He'd never yelled at me before, not like that; granted we'd only known each other for a few months or so, but still, he was never this scary before.

"Heero, please don't yell at me, I was only asking." I whispered.

He seemed to calm down and walked towards me, taking a hold of my wrist, pulling me closer.

"Duo come with me." He pleads.

"What? Come where? Where are you going to go?" I asked.

"Anywhere! Anywhere we want! It doesn't matter, just come with me, we can stay together!" he says, and it scares me because I think he's serious.

What do I say to that? I only stared at him. He looked, delirious. He had this big, detached smile on his face and the look in his eyes gave the impression that he thought the world was made of dancing butterflies and singing woodland animals.

"Heero stop. Please stop. I have to go home, we have to go home Heero, we can't just leave!"

"And why the Hell not?" Heero shouted and gripped my wrist tightly.

"Heero stop it you're hurting me!" I cried.

I was trembling, and on the verge of crying. I don't care how fucking wimpy that was I was fucking terrified! What was wrong with Heero? He was fine only yesterday! Hell he was fine only three minutes ago and smiling and laughing. Now he was acting like a crazed maniac, talking nonsense and hurting me. Like he just couldn't take it anymore and snapped.

I pulled against his grip on my wrist, which he still had a painful hold on. I screamed and screamed for him to cut the shit and let go.

"GOD DAMMIT HEERO YUY LET GO OF MY FUCKING WRIST!" I screamed as loud as my vocal chords would allow.

His grip weakened suddenly and I pulled away only to gracefully stumble to the ground and shuffle away from him.

"Duo are you alright?" Heero asks frantically, but his voice was much calmer.

Not that I really cared at that point.

"No! Get the fuck away from me!" I cried, my voice cracking because my throat was so raw.

"Duo…I'm sorry." Heero whispered, falling to the ground a few feet from me.

"I don't care if you're sorry you dumb shit!" I snapped, sniffing horribly and wiping my face with the back of my hand.

I looked him straight in the eye so I could yell at him some more and call him things that could make God himself deaf, but one look in his eyes and all anger in me was squished out.

He looked so…broken. Not quite pathetic, and not exactly upset either, just broken. Like soldiers you see returning home from a war, people who've gone through so much Hell that they just can't take it anymore; that's what he looked like. It didn't take long to feel the world's biggest guilt trip coming on shortly afterward. How could I sit there screaming at him and adding to the hurt his parents had already put on him only the day before? I wasn't the one in pain, he was, not me, I was being selfish when I shouldn't have.

I got to my knees and shuffled my way over to him and threw my arms around his neck and hung on like it was life or death.

"I'm sorry Duo. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened." Heero muttered into my hair, holding me tightly by the waist.

"You idiot, don't apologize. It's okay." I told him softly.

"No it's not. I hurt you. I hurt you, I love you. I'm not supposed to hurt you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry Duo, I'm sorry." He protested, his voice getting weaker and weaker the more he spoke.

"Shhh, you're repeating yourself you big dummy. I'm okay, nothing's broken. You can't get rid of me that easily. I love you too Heero. It's okay." I feel horrible for observing this but, people seem to repeat themselves needlessly during dramatic times, kind of sappy to be honest, but effective.

Heero nodded slightly, sniffling.

I went quiet for a while. We still needed to get home, but after my last attempt at suggesting such actions…forgive me if I wasn't hasty to suggest it again.

"So…I guess we should…head back?" a small voice called out from somewhere in a tangle of my hair and shoulder.

"Hm?" I voiced sleepily, we had been sitting in silence for a good half hour or so.

"I'm ready to go back." The same voice replied, with undertones of amusement at my lack of coherency.

"You sure? We don't have to if you really don't want to." I replied, pulling him into my lap and holding him to my chest.

"I don't really want to go, but I have to face it sometime." Heero replied, squirming into a more comfortable position in my lap. He's so cute when he does that, just makes me want to hug him and squeeze him and love him to tiny, little bits.

"That's true." I remarked absently, running my fingers through his hair.

"Since when have you been the dominant one in the relationship?" Heero asked me, a small purr in his voice.

I chuckled quietly.

"Power shifts from person to person, guess it's just my turn. That's not a complaint I'm hearing is it?"

Heero shook his head discreetly and nuzzled my shoulder, closing his eyes slowly.

"Heero?"

"Mmm?"

I had to smile.

"This doesn't really qualify as leaving."

"Don't care." He sighed, voice growing distant, he was falling asleep.

I guess I wouldn't have minded staying in that field a little longer, it's not like I really wanted to return to town much more than Heero did, I had my own demons to face, evil, pink-loving, preppy demons none-the-less. But the thought of what my mother would do to me after I was missing for two straight days was my motivation, though he was so cute sleeping on my lap I didn't want to disturb him!

Eternal grounding and probable bodily harm vs. disturbing the impossibly cute and sleeping boyfriend, hmm……damn my mother and her freakish ability to rival Satan's cruelty.

Careful to move as little as possible, I shifted Heero into a more helpful position and moved his sleeping self to the backseat of the car. It took a while, but I managed to fish his car keys out of his pants pocket without waking him up. I started the car and made the long trek back to Hell; I mean home, same difference at this point.

An hour and a half or so later, I'm a speed demon I'll admit it, and we had hit town. I was planning on driving into my driveway, then I remembered something: I'm in Heero's car, Heero is my neighbor, if Heero's parents see his car across the street they'll come looking for him at my house and that won't be considered a good thing. I can't believe I nearly pulled into my driveway without thinking of my boyfriend's well-being. I can be such a dipshit some days. I'm always more dipshittier on Thursdays, why Thursdays?

Making a fast and illegal U-turn I zoomed away a good two miles or so and parked the car in a random parking deck on some floor that I don't remember, because it's a parking deck and no one ever remembers where they've parked on a parking deck, because it's precisely that, a parking deck, and they look the exact same on every floor and are therefore impossible to navigate.

I reached behind me and shook Heero gently by the shoulder.

"Heero."

Nothing.

"Heeeero."

More nothing.

"Heeeeeeroooooo."

Nope, still nothing.

This calls for drastic measures.

I leaned down and nipped a certain spot on Heero's neck that always gets a certain reaction from him.

A low purr came from deep in his throat mixed with him shifting around in the backseat. Finally, a sign of semi-consciousness.

I pulled on his ear lobe lightly with my teeth, issuing incoherent moans accompanied by more shifting. The more I toyed with him, the more I grew suspicious that we was well awake and just wanting me to keep going.

I sat up and glowered at him, manipulating physical and sexual attention into his favor, the meanie. And just because I was enjoying it slightly does not make me a hypocrite in any way.

"Alright Heero, you've had your fun. Now get your lazy ass up and out of this car."

He stretched and rolled over to face me.

"Damn, and it felt so good too." He grinned.

"Do you ever think without you're balls?" I asked.

"Nope."

Well, at least he's open about it.

I shook my head and climbed out. There was no end to the blatant lack of sexual morality that this man that I was head over heels in love with possessed. This must be an example of God's 'queer' sense of humor. Oh yeah, I made a pun!

"Why are we in a parking deck?" Heero asks, steping out of the car.

"Thursdays." I answered.

"Thursdays?" Heero inquired.

"Yes, Thursdays." I replied.

"Okay, I'm going to sit down for this one." Heero answered, sitting down on the car's hood.

I puffed out my cheeks in my chipmunk glare and all its nonexistent horror.

"Are you mocking me Heero Yuy?"

"No, no. I'm just bracing myself for one of your little insane explanations of how the Duo Maxwell mind works."

"Oh."

Well, there's no beating that.

"You were going on about Thursdays?" Heero continued.

"Right, yeah. Okay, well I was just about to turn into my driveway when it hits me that we're in your car. And if your parents, who happen to live across from my house, see your car, then they'll come looking for you in my house and that won't be a happy thing." I explained.

Heero sat there a moment, mulling it over in his head.

"How do Thursdays fit into this?"

"Oh, well I'm always a bit slower on Thursdays, which is why it took me so long to remember about being in your car and your parents and all that. Now come on, we've got to head back to my house."

Heero didn't make a move.

"Is your butt glued to the car or what?" I asked, plainly annoyed.

Heero just stared at me like I was mental patient in need of a straight jacket; of course if I heard someone give a whole rant about Thursdays then I'd probably look the same.

"You're crazy." Heero told me.

"…"

"No, I'm serious. You really are crazy."

"And…?"

There was a long pause.

"And nothing just thought I'd point it out."

I grinned, not many people put up with my oddness, but it didn't seem to bother Heero. Of course, he's a bit of a cracked nut himself, so I guess birds of a feather flock together.

"Well, now that we got that settled, let's go. My house, now, before my mother gets anymore mad and castrates me or something worse."

"Duo wait!"

"No what!" I barked.

"It's just. Being at my parents' house is the last thing I could want right now. So why on Earth are we heading back in that direction?"

I quickly walked up and kissed him.

Heero pressed his forehead to mine and we swayed a bit from side to side.

"Not that I didn't enjoy that, but what was it for?"

"No reason, but, I thought, since you couldn't live at home right now, maybe, you'd like to live at my house."

This time I was the one being kissed.

"I'd love to Beautiful, just one question though."

"Hmm?"

"How are we going to keep my parents from finding out if they live across the street from you?" he asked

That could be a slight flaw…

"We'll figure something out." I answered.

…that could be worked out later.

TBC

Author's Long Babble of Words That No One Cares About:

At last I finished! I know, once again I have failed to update recently, and have done so only after being threatened with numerous imaginary, but deadly, objects that would be used to do me severe bodily harm. Just kidding.

So, it is now 12:30 on my last week of summer vacation and holy crap it's almost been two years since I started this long, psycho-babble called a fanfic. I'm glad ya'll like it so much.

I apologize if towards the end of this chapter, my errors became more numerous, the plot started to get a bit crazy, and a little too much pointless humor was added, it's the sleep deprivation setting in. Gomen nasai mina! (I'm sorry everyone; for those of you who don't understand Japanese.)

Oh! And one of the reasons I didn't update this summer, I was in Japan for a little bit and was having too much fun drooling over the pretty cosplayers, and Japanese men to pay a lick of attention to anything else. Don't hate me for going, blame People to People!

- For those of you old enough to remember 'Tiny Toon Adventures', this is a take on Elmira's famous line. God I'm getting old.