13-Jul-2000
For Bee on her birthday. Happy 15th, silly.
A boy walks down the street, head held high, braid swinging behind him, occasionally slapping his ass in a strange, obscene gesture.
From a window high above, girls whistle at him, but the boy simply grins. The sky is blue and the clouds are passin' quickly; somehow he can't make himself stop grinning.
A boy walks down the street, head held high, hips wriggling in delight as he feels the heated gaze of several admirers.
A young man licking an ice cream stops to gawk at him. His ice cream falls from the cone with an audible 'plop', but he simply stares, catching flies.
A boy walks down the street, head held high, a tiny smile on his heart-shaped face.
His hair is matted with sweat, his body is hot and sticky. He hasn't had anything to eat for almost three days, and he has blisters from his black boots.
But the boy walks down the street, head held high, and suddenly his face breaks into a huge grin, and he is walking faster, jogging, running, *sprinting* to him, arms wide, heart pounding.
A boy runs down the street, head held high, embracing the reason he holds his head high, why he smiles instead of frowning, why the clouds are passing by so quickly, why even though his belly is empty, his heart is full.
"Love ya," the boy says playfully.
The other boy smirks through his dark brown hair, and an arm snakes around the boy's waist, holding him possessively.
Two boys walk down the street, heads held high, smiles on their faces meant only for each other. The girls no longer whistle, and draw their shades, disappointed. The man with the fallen ice cream sighs and tosses his cone into the garbage.
"Heero," the boy says. "You came."
"Of course," the other boy says, then hesitates. "You came," he finally says after a moment.
"Of course," he replies, and then they walk in silence.
End
Ariana
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