Author's Note: I had to break up 7 into two pieces because it is over writing a chapter I moved to a new POV. I tried to break it up so it made the most sense.
Chapter 7 – Running Part 1
My internal clock wakes me at five thirty in the morning. I lay in bed for a while staring at the ceiling happily recalling the wonderful end to yesterday. It is distinctly possible that I am seeing things through rose colored glasses, but I allow myself to dream.
My mind wanders to Heero and Duo and whether they managed to patch things up. I sure as hell hope so. I think I might just yell at both of them if they don't get past whatever BS has transpired between the two of them.
It is five forty five when I roll out of bed, turn on the lights, and start pulling my running gear from my dresser drawers. As I begin to change, I realize I did not confirm with Trowa the time for this morning's run, I frown and mutter to myself. "I don't want to wake him if he's forgotten." I grumble a bit and finish changing, hoping he'll be there when I get to the meeting point.
On the way out the door, I grab my mp3 player and apartment key, which I shove into the arm band for my mp3 player. As I open my door, I see Trowa standing there in running gear as if he were about to knock. We smile at each and start to laugh before we even say a word to each other. "Mornin'" I practically giggle.
He continues to chuckle letting a "Good Mornin' to you" escape.
"Come on, don't wanna be late." I turn the bottom lock on my door and shut it; giving the handle a quick twist to make sure it is locked. "Especially since I blew off running yesterday morning." I add with a smirk.
"They just might forgive you for that considering the circumstances." Trowa offers.
"Maybe. But they'll probably find something to rag on me about."
"It can't be all that bad."
I practically snort. "Wait 'til Duo is in a good mood." With a nod I beckon Trowa to follow me to the stairs. "No one is safe when he's happy. Not even himself, but that is neither here or there."
"Do you think they worked everything out?" Trowa asks as we trot down the stairs.
"They should. Despite their once in a while disagreements they are about as passionately in love with the other as two people can be. It is cute and sickening at the same time."
"It's only sickening when you don't have another person to be cute and cuddly with. I hated being the third wheel at my other school."
I shoot him a look of disbelief. "You, the third wheel? No way in hell."
He returns the look with equal intensity. "The same could be said about you."
"I'm gay." Not the best of responses but it is the one that comes out of my mouth first.
Trowa chuckles. "What does that have to do with anything? I bet there are plenty of eligible gay bachelors out there who would love to go out with you."
A bitter laugh escapes my lips. "Oh there are. But they don't want just plain Quatre. They want Quatre Rebarba Winner and his immense fortune." That sounds harsher than I mean it to be, but the shallowness of potential boyfriends gets to me sometimes. As we near the morning rendezvous point, I see Zechs and Wufei stretching and talking with each other. Heero and Duo are nowhere to be seen.
"You know. It isn't going to always be like that. They'll be some guy who just sweeps you off your feet and couldn't care less if you were Quatre Winner of the Winner Corp or if you were Quatre Winner, a fast food employee," he says sincerely as he watches me out of the corner of his eye.
"Everyone knows who I am." I whine.
The beauty with the green eyes looks at me and shrugs. "I didn't know who you were until you told me that you were that Quatre Winner. There's someone out there for you." He reassures me, and I can't help but wonder if there is more to his words than simple friendly reassurance. The vibe I get off of him is a comfortable one, like he's happy and relaxed around me, which in turn, makes me happy and relaxed.