Note: I got a review recently complaining about the fact that in this work
I refer to Zechs Marquise by that name. See I don't care about that name. I
can't even remember how to spell it. The fact is, he will always be Zechs
Marquise to me, no matter how much he changes. Enough of that, though.
Let's continue the story from Heero's point of view. And thanks to Amy Lee.
She's does the lead vocals in Evanescence. Without her my mind would be
blank.
Camera Day 3: Heero
Okay, I feel kinda weird doing this. I mean, come one. I'm talking to a freaking camera that's not even going to be shown as a home movie. I'm not stressed out or anything like Duo is. But, hell, if he does it, I will.
Anyway, that day I picked up Duo at his house, instead of waiting for him at the corner. I like to be polite. I'm not going to wait for Duo at the corner, letting him get wet. Hmmm. Horny thought, one that I won't express. A man that I assumed to be Duo's father answered the door. "What?" he said. Wow, what a polite guy. "Seeing as it's raining, I thought I'd drive Duo to school," I replied. "You're the boy that asked him to the concert," he said. He wasn't a question, it was statement. "Yeah," I said, hoping he would stop talking to me and just go get Duo. "I'll go get him," he said, eyeing me suspiciously. Luckily I had an umbrella, because it was really pouring out now. God! What was taking him so long? Suddenly Duo appeared, scaring the crap out of me. "Jesus Christ!" I cried. "You came outta nowhere." He just smirked at me. Just then I noticed he was wearing a white shirt. Not wanting to get anymore sexual thoughts, I handing him the umbrella. I didn't want my damn pants to explode. "You keep it," he said. "It's your umbrella." So we decided to share it. When we were in the car, I saw him looking out the window and singing in a soft whisper. It wasn't low enough though.
--Playground School Bell Rings Again Rain Clouds Come to Play Again Has No One Told You She's Not Breathing? Hello I'm Your Mind Giving You Someone to Talk to Hello-
"Is that your favorite song?" I asked. Duo jumped; probably forgetting for a while he was in my car. Then he got himself under control. "No," he said. "I just always sing that song when it's raining." "Oh," I said. Duo climbed out of the car, because we had arrived at school. "Thanks for the ride," he said. "No problem," I said. Ahhh! He forgot the umbrella. Oh well. One can think dirty every one and a while, right?
I sat in Phys. Ed with Quatre. It was a study hall because there happened to be a substitute that day. "What do you think about Duo?" I asked him. "He's nice, not like some of the things I've heard about him," he said. Then he grinned. "Have you asked him out yet?" Quatre asked. Sometimes it sucks to have your best friend know about your sexual preferences. "No," I said. "Ha! I was right! I was just taking a shot in the dark!" he yelled. "Shut up!" I hissed. "Ask him out," Quatre said. "Quatre, what is are the odds he's gay?" I asked. "To me, pretty high," he said. "I saw the way he was looking at you. He thinks you're hot." "It's not that easy," I said. "Sure it is," he said, rolling his eyes. "Go for it at the concert." I sighed, just looking away.
Lunch was unusually silent. Probably because of me. During lunch, though, Hilde, another of my friends, walked up to me and said, "Heero, can I talk to you alone for a minute?" "Okay," I said. When we had gotten into the hallway outside the cafeteria Hilde said to me, "Ask him out." "What?" I said, trying to act like I didn't know whom she was talking about. It didn't obviously didn't work, because Hilde rolled her eyes. "Don't try the stupid act, Heero," she said. "Listen," I said. "Quatre already said that. I don't need to hear it again." "Well, I'm going to go for it at the Evanescence concert Friday," I said. "Ohhhh! An Evanescence concert," she moaned. "And you didn't invite me!" "No. Because I think Duo's hotter than you," I said. "That's only because you're gay," she said. We started to walk back into the cafeteria, but when I opened the door Duo fell to the floor. Oh crap, I thought. "What did you hear?" I asked. "Enough," he replied. Oh crap, I thought again. "What's enough?" I asked "Just enough," he replied. Then the bell signaling the end of lunch sounded.
The ride back to Duo's house was uncomfortable silent. At least he was letting drive him home. He climbed out and just said, "See you tomorrow." "Yeah," I said, and drove away.
Damnit all! Why did he have to listen? Doesn't he know what 'in private' means? Oh well. I'll see what he'll say to me tomorrow.
Did it suck? It seemed kind of forced to me. For the last half of the story my brother stole my Evanescence CD, and Launch Radio barely has them on when I want it to. R&R. Now I feel really shitty.
Camera Day 3: Heero
Okay, I feel kinda weird doing this. I mean, come one. I'm talking to a freaking camera that's not even going to be shown as a home movie. I'm not stressed out or anything like Duo is. But, hell, if he does it, I will.
Anyway, that day I picked up Duo at his house, instead of waiting for him at the corner. I like to be polite. I'm not going to wait for Duo at the corner, letting him get wet. Hmmm. Horny thought, one that I won't express. A man that I assumed to be Duo's father answered the door. "What?" he said. Wow, what a polite guy. "Seeing as it's raining, I thought I'd drive Duo to school," I replied. "You're the boy that asked him to the concert," he said. He wasn't a question, it was statement. "Yeah," I said, hoping he would stop talking to me and just go get Duo. "I'll go get him," he said, eyeing me suspiciously. Luckily I had an umbrella, because it was really pouring out now. God! What was taking him so long? Suddenly Duo appeared, scaring the crap out of me. "Jesus Christ!" I cried. "You came outta nowhere." He just smirked at me. Just then I noticed he was wearing a white shirt. Not wanting to get anymore sexual thoughts, I handing him the umbrella. I didn't want my damn pants to explode. "You keep it," he said. "It's your umbrella." So we decided to share it. When we were in the car, I saw him looking out the window and singing in a soft whisper. It wasn't low enough though.
--Playground School Bell Rings Again Rain Clouds Come to Play Again Has No One Told You She's Not Breathing? Hello I'm Your Mind Giving You Someone to Talk to Hello-
"Is that your favorite song?" I asked. Duo jumped; probably forgetting for a while he was in my car. Then he got himself under control. "No," he said. "I just always sing that song when it's raining." "Oh," I said. Duo climbed out of the car, because we had arrived at school. "Thanks for the ride," he said. "No problem," I said. Ahhh! He forgot the umbrella. Oh well. One can think dirty every one and a while, right?
I sat in Phys. Ed with Quatre. It was a study hall because there happened to be a substitute that day. "What do you think about Duo?" I asked him. "He's nice, not like some of the things I've heard about him," he said. Then he grinned. "Have you asked him out yet?" Quatre asked. Sometimes it sucks to have your best friend know about your sexual preferences. "No," I said. "Ha! I was right! I was just taking a shot in the dark!" he yelled. "Shut up!" I hissed. "Ask him out," Quatre said. "Quatre, what is are the odds he's gay?" I asked. "To me, pretty high," he said. "I saw the way he was looking at you. He thinks you're hot." "It's not that easy," I said. "Sure it is," he said, rolling his eyes. "Go for it at the concert." I sighed, just looking away.
Lunch was unusually silent. Probably because of me. During lunch, though, Hilde, another of my friends, walked up to me and said, "Heero, can I talk to you alone for a minute?" "Okay," I said. When we had gotten into the hallway outside the cafeteria Hilde said to me, "Ask him out." "What?" I said, trying to act like I didn't know whom she was talking about. It didn't obviously didn't work, because Hilde rolled her eyes. "Don't try the stupid act, Heero," she said. "Listen," I said. "Quatre already said that. I don't need to hear it again." "Well, I'm going to go for it at the Evanescence concert Friday," I said. "Ohhhh! An Evanescence concert," she moaned. "And you didn't invite me!" "No. Because I think Duo's hotter than you," I said. "That's only because you're gay," she said. We started to walk back into the cafeteria, but when I opened the door Duo fell to the floor. Oh crap, I thought. "What did you hear?" I asked. "Enough," he replied. Oh crap, I thought again. "What's enough?" I asked "Just enough," he replied. Then the bell signaling the end of lunch sounded.
The ride back to Duo's house was uncomfortable silent. At least he was letting drive him home. He climbed out and just said, "See you tomorrow." "Yeah," I said, and drove away.
Damnit all! Why did he have to listen? Doesn't he know what 'in private' means? Oh well. I'll see what he'll say to me tomorrow.
Did it suck? It seemed kind of forced to me. For the last half of the story my brother stole my Evanescence CD, and Launch Radio barely has them on when I want it to. R&R. Now I feel really shitty.