The next day was Friday, and school could not have gone by any slower. I saw Heero once in the hallway, but I was running late to class and couldn't stop to talk with him. I was forced to wait until lunch to ask him... and I found myself extremely nervous as I sat down and waited for him to find me. Quatre and Trowa arrived, only to sit down and tell me that he had a test to make up and wouldn't be down for lunch.
The agony of getting through the rest of the day was terrible, and it being Friday only made it worse. I wondered what the four of us—or the two of us, Heero and me—would do over the weekend. I'd never had the experience of doing anything with anybody else over the weekend, except for when I was younger and Sister Helen would take me to play at the park on Saturday afternoons.
And of course, I wanted to ask Heero if he would come to the church with me tonight. The murals on the walls had reminded me of the stained glass, and I thought it might be nice to sit with Heero in the chapel and watch the colors change as the sun set. I did it often, alone, and there was really nothing else I knew of that we could do. I didn't know if it was suitable, or if he would even like it, but I was determined to ask.
When the bell rang at the end of the day, I rushed out like everybody else. Heero was waiting for me along with Quatre and Trowa, and as we walked out to Trowa's car I lagged behind and made Heero slow to wait up for me. I stopped him, and awkwardly asked my question.
"Would you... did Trowa tell you where I lived?" I felt it was best to ask that first, just to know where I stood. Heero nodded. "Okay. Then... would you—would you like to come over? Tonight? Umm... j-just you?"
He smiled at me. "Sure. You want Trowa to take us there now?"
I nodded. "That would be... great." I didn't know what was wrong with me, but the words were catching in my throat more than I intended them too.
Heero held my hand as we walked the rest of the way across the parking lot, only letting go so I could get in the other side of the car while he talked to Trowa. When he slid into the seat beside me, he took my hand again and held it for the rest of the ride.
When we arrived at the church, the three of them were hard-pressed not to stare. Trowa had only seen it in the dark, and it had been hard to tell how run-down it looked. I tried not to be self-conscious about it, and they helped me by not saying anything. Heero and I got out, and I watched as they drove away before leading Heero around to the side door. I knew Father Maxwell and Sister Helen would be preparing for evening mass, even though no one ever came here except a few older people on Sundays. It was good that they did, though, because that meant I would not have to be sneaky about leading Heero to my room.
Sunset wasn't until around six thirty, so we had plenty of time to hang out until then. I explained to him about Father Maxwell and Sister Helen, and told him about encountering Zechs and company the previous night. He seemed happy that I was going to come and live with them, and his happiness rubbed off on me.
Father Maxwell and Sister Helen knew that sometimes I did come back early to watch the sunset in the chapel, and because no one ever came for evening mass they left it for me—knowing that I liked to enjoy it alone, although today I had someone to share it with. At a quarter after, we sneaked into the chapel—almost being caught as we passed the kitchen, but Sister Helen thought it was just me and greeted me through the half-closed door.
Once in the chapel, I shut the doors so we would not be interrupted and led Heero up to the steps where we sat down.
"So what were you going to show me?" he asked, looking around. I had told him that it was to be a surprise, and I hoped that he was at the very least appreciative that I had tried to do something nice for him.
"You'll see," I murmured as he inched closer and slid his arm around my waist. I leaned into him. "So... you're not upset about what happened yesterday?" I didn't really want to know, but I was curious if he still cared—of course, if he hadn't wanted to see me again he wouldn't have stayed with me afterward, and he certainly wouldn't have come here with me, alone.
"No. I... I know you're not like them. You're better than that."
I scooted closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder. "Thank you."
The sun's fading light pierced through the windows, illuminating the chapel in brilliant colors like the windows were a huge prism. The dirty grayish carpet which had once been white was turned into a mosaic of colors, echoing the patterns in the glass. The colors moved for a moment, and then disappeared with the setting of the sun as silently as they had appeared.
I looked up at Heero, to see what he had thought; he was smiling, so I knew I had done the right thing in sharing it with him.