I do not own these puppets.
Warnings: Possible squick, hetero-ish yaoi o0;
Maybe I was foolish to think that just being a Gundam pilot made me impervious to the effects of alcohol, loud music, Heero's hips grinding into my backside. I grabbed his arms, wrapped them around me and we danced in our little room at school until lights out. I felt higher than high; I felt weightless, light-headed.
I couldn't control what happened. It was just a natural progression; grind with Duo, throw Duo onto the bed and get fucking pissed when Duo pulls away. We fought for a little while, and then he curled up on his own bed, the one he hasn't used in the entire time we've been here.
So now I'm sitting here, staring at him, trying to make him turn around and say something, anything to me. I can't stand having him angry with me; I know I shouldn't feel that way, but I do. He shifts under the covers, turning over onto his stomach. The sound of cloth against cloth echoes.
I want to tell him. I want to tell him before he just decides to walk away and never come back. And it's not like he hasn't given me opportunities to confess my little secret. 'I've always known there was something different about you,' he told me that first night he kissed me. What an opportune time to rip open my shirt and show him exactly how right he was.
There's no putting it off anymore. I have to tell him. I'll do it in the morning, I tell myself, even as I slip between the sheets, feeling empty, feeling useless.
The night passes in the blink of an eye; before I even realize it, the sunlight is filtering through the Venetian blinds and Heero is looking at me. It's a contest; see who breaks first, who speaks and who waits. I know now that I almost waited too long.
"Heero," I say, and I think I see a smile spreading over his face.
End Part Two
Bianca
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