Chapter 2

The next three days passed pretty quickly, unfortunately. Trowa seemed to find any excuse to touch me or be beside/behind me. Nothing perverted just casual touches and such. All of those touches just stopped with the arrival of Quatre. He retreated further into himself when Heero showed up an hour later. He still fetched things for me just without the lingering touches or smart ass remarks. I was beginning to really miss them.

"Maxwell, what did you do to your foot?"

"I broke it."

"Baka."

"Thank you for your input Heero." Okay, so I was a little grumpy. I stood and announced that I was going to bed.

"Do you need any help?"

"No, I can manage."

"Duo, your foot is broken."

"I am well aware of that, Quatre." A look of hurt crossed his face, but at the moment I really didn't care. I saw Trowa step out from the kitchen and take a few steps up to me to help, "I got it." He stopped for a second looking at me. Then suddenly he scooped me into his arms and took me to my room. He sat me down on my bed and left. A tear escaped the confines of me eye. I blamed it on the pain radiating from my foot.

The next day I decided to stay in my room. I was not suitable for company. I only left to get something to eat or go to the bathroom. Around two o'clock the next day Quatre poked his head in to check on me.

"How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good," I sighed "Quatre don't loiter in the doorway." He walked in and sat on my bed far from my feet.

"I want your advice about something."

"What about?"

"Well, I like this guy?"

"Name, Quatre."

"It's Trowa."

"Oh." I could understand. If Trowa ever treated Quatre like he did me a few days ago, Quatre would be completely in love with him. I know I was.

"I think he likes me too. I just don't know what to do."

"Have you told him?"

"No!"

"Well, you probably should tell him how you feel and take it from here."

"Thanks, Duo. I knew you would be able to help. Are you okay? You look like you are ready to cry."

"My foot, it hurts." It wasn't a lie. It does hurt. It's just not the reason I'm fighting back tears.

"I'll get you some pain killer."

"Thanks." He left and returned shortly with some painkillers. After he left the tears pretty much flowed freely. To be perfectly honest, I don't know why I encouraged Quatre to share his feelings with Trowa. Maybe I am hoping that Trowa will turn him down and give me a better idea of where I stand.

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It happened two days later. The thing I was dreading. I emerged from my room around 10 in the morning, limping, getting something to eat and do some work on my laptop. The event took place at 1:13 that afternoon. I closed my laptop and went to get myself some lunch. As I walked out of the kitchen with the last few bites of my sandwich in hand I saw Quatre rise up on his tippy toes and give Trowa a soul searing kiss. Vaguely I heard the front door close as I made way to my room, sandwich lying forgotten on the floor. With my face buried in my pillow I cried my heart out.

A/N: Sorry about not updating in so long and for not having a title or a summary. I have mended the last two even though they still suck. As for the wanted ad, I am retracting it. Kaleidescope read the reviews before I could and became very upset. She huddled in the corner crying for hours. It broke my heart. I would like to say thank you for those of you who have reviewed this fic and the offer to be my muse as well as the advice given about trying to replace a muse. It was very much appreciated. Next chapter will be Heero's POV. I hope he is not too OOC for people.