A/N: Yay, I'm officially on winter vacation and I have nothing to do. So I decided to update my fic! Yay. Anyway, this chapter is with Dearka since so many people have been asking for him. The next will probably be Milly.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam seed. I really wish I did though.
Know your stars. Know your stars. Know Your stars. Dearka Elsman.
"Hello boys and girls." Dearka says, waving to the non-existent audience.
Dearka Elsman. He wishes he were Hilary Duff.
"What? Why the hell would I wish to be a no talent loser like her?" Dearka asked.
Don't deny it. You have a whole shrine to her in your closet. Yzak said so.
"…YZAK! I'LL KILL YOU!" Dearka yelled, looking around for his soon to be deceased best friend.
Dearka Elsman. His tan isn't real. It's a spray on.
"Ok, now your really messed up! My tan is real. R-E-A-L Real! Besides spray on tans are orange, my skin isn't orange." Dearka defended.
Yeah sure… Dearka Elsman…For Christmas he wants Yzak all wrapped up in a bow!
Dearka just got a horrified look on his face. "Yzak…Wrapped up… Bow… OH GOD I'M GOING TO BE SICK!" Dearka screamed as he ran up out of his chair and ran to the waist basket. He then proceeded to puke.
And now you know Dearka Elsman.
"No you…puke…don't." Dearka said.