These are not my puppets.
10:31. Just got back from bar with Quatre and Hilde. Feeling splendidly squashy.
December 10
Uhn. Feels terrible, like mouse crawled into mouth and died. Don't wanna go to work today. Wonder if Treize will be in?
Still. Have had long discussion with Hilde and Quatre and decided that Treize is not worth the extra air it takes to say no. Will simply be cool, professional ice prince.
Still late for work.
7:30. Sitting down, having cup of coffeee. Am brilliant sex god, am irresistible and utterly charming. The more Treize walked by, the more pretended to have work to do. Awful thing, pretending to work. It's more strenuous than actually working. Ooh, phone!
8:45. Ugh ugh ugh. Just got off phone with Une, of all people, wanting to hook me up with...guess who?
Heero Yuy.
Dammit, what is so great about this guy? She gushed about him for hours.
"He's so handsome, Duo," she cooed, making the line go all static-y.
"Yeah right. He's not that cute," I grumbled, huffy about everyone thinking that I need a date. I can get my own dates. Who says that I'm single anyway? Look at cell-phone expectantly--no call from Treize as of yet.
Okay, so maybe am single.
But just a little single. Only for a few more hours, as explicitly told Une. She loves Heero, for some odd reason.
"I met him. He's stuck up," I complained, one, because I had a headache and two, because I'd run out of wine. Must run to package store around corner or else tell Quatre to pick some up.
"He's shy," she insisted.
Shy my arse. Little snob, what with his perfectly pressed pants and his shirts which look like they're only worn once before being thrown out. I pointed this out to Une--she sniffed.
"His hair's always messy," she said hopefully. Although is true, will not give Une satisfaction of knowing I agree.
"Hn. Whatever. Must get off line now, waiting for Treize to ring." Tried (not v. hard) to keep smugness out of voice.
"Treize, you mean the one's who's dating this transvestite Tim?" Oh God. Feel floor rushing up to greet face. Ouch.
"Duo?"
Head hurts.
"Duo, are you still there?"
"Uh. Tim like Tim who's about four feet tall?" Hope not.
"Oh, you know him?" AAAARGH!!!!! Have been dumped for Quatre's four-foot transgender transvestite ex-boyfriend! YYAAAARRRGH!!!!
Mumbled an excuse and rang off.
Terrible day.
If someone calls up and offers to set me up with Heero, maybe I won't refuse.
Wait, what am I talking about? Self, self, can you hear me? Are all the lights on upstairs?!!!
Okay, so he's cute.
Okay, maybe more than cute. He's gorgeous; those pretty blue eyes could make a boy faint dead at his feet when he gives that 'come-hither' look. His face is breath-taking; an odd combination of almond-shaped eyes, a refined Asiatic curve to his cheek, and yet a petulantly white nose. So beautiful...
So dignified...
Think am in love with Heero. Now just have to wait for someone to call up and offer to set up on date.
10:23. No calls yet. Hmmph. Who needs Heero?
December 11
Yeah! Thank God is Saturday...day to relax, kick back, enjoy the sunset...
Hmmph. All the things that couples and lonely old people do. 'Cept it's no fun--I'm not old and I'm...I'm...
Okay, so I'm single. Was I ever really anything else? If I had to fill out one of those forms yesterday, would I have put single or what? What possibilities are there except 'single' and 'married'? It's not fair--injustice to the twenty-something single people of the world!
Still wish Heero or Treize would call.
End Part Two
Ariana
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