The Little Green Eyed Monster
Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 8:53 am
The Little Green Eyed Monster
Wow. I actually found time to write! Yay for 100 year old school generators! I do ont own Gundam Wing or it?s characters and I so hate saying it!
This is the next instalment in the ?moments? series. Try to imagine this one in an English accent. I'm making Relena in this series well and truly european.
From the day a woman turns 18, she is given the final blessing, the climax of what she has been working towards her whole life. She is legally old enough to do everything. No legal restrictions.
At this point it is common for said woman to celebrate. Some women cheat their fathers out of the next generation in Ferrari, move out into their boyfriend?s crappy apartment which is perfect anyways simply because he lives there, or, in some cases, have sex.
With me it was different. With me, being the spoilt princess I still am, I had the Ferrari, my own apartment which was FAR from crappy and no snoring, sheet-hogging, beer-drinking asshole to use up all the space and, of course, I was WAY too sophisticated to have sex.
So I guess I kinda missed out on that part of my life. In all honesty, I didn?t realise I was 18 until I got a ticket for parking on double lines. I could have sworn they were single at the time.
So, I decided to make up for it. I called some friends, they called some friends who called some guy friends who called more guy friends and all of us, to put it lightly, bonked each other?s brains out. I mean, that?s what being young is all about right?
So, it continued that way. Every Friday night I would call some friend who would call some friends who would call some guy friends oh would call their guy friends and the rest is history.
It continued week after week after week, until that magical day at the Christmas carnival when I received my first lip-tingling kiss. Sure, I?d been kissed loads of times before, hence the Friday bonking. But, that kiss was?well, you know the feeling you get when you?re about to go on a really high roller coaster? Multiply that by several hundred times. To be honest, I thought I was the one who would slip on the ice. My legs might have well have been non-existent.
The effects weren?t immediate. Not at all. In fact, after our first time together in bed, bonking was a very appropriate word. However, it lessened in is relevancy to my situation as time went on. He became more gentle, we would be slower and we would say things to each other while we vocally expressed our pleasure, things like ?I love you? and ?you?re beautiful?. I know it sounds vain, but coming from Heero, I never get tired of hearing that.
Our bonking steadily became what is more commonly referred to as lovemaking. A clich? to most people is the word lovemaking, but to those who know it it?s the most wonderful word in the world.
It?s when you can truly understand what his word means, when it is not a clich? to you but something that makes a wonderful tingle go down the backs of your legs, that you realise that bonking and booze and driving Ferraris is just a step upwards to things that really matter in life, not the other way around.
So, you see, when your partner, the one to whom all this applies, accuses you of wanting another guy, I think a slap around the face and a few broken glasses is a well justified reply.
It was 3 years after we had first kissed. The love was strong, I loved him he loved me and we both loved each other. Perfect.
On April the 3rd, AC 203, there was a bomb scare in the United Kingdom. The Preventors knew everything about the bomb. They knew the make, the type of fuse, the location, the time it was set for and even when the bomb was made. The did not, however, know who planted it or why.
Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell and Chang Wufei were the only Preventors at the time who were even close to a lead on the case. As good as the boys are, they needed to be a full team. So, Lady Une made calls, and we brought in my old friend Quatre, and someone who I was unfamiliar with but heard Heero talk about on several occasions. In came Trowa Barton.
From the first second I saw him I knew he was going to be a big part of my life. I know what you?re thinking, but I assure you it wasn?t anything even close a betrayal of the man I love. You see, Trowa and Quatre had one thing alike; they were both remarkably good people to talk to.
When you talked to Quatre about anything he always knew the right thing to say in return and you can always tell it was heartfelt. He would give you advise you know is the right advice, and when you took it things were all better. Trowa was exactly the same. He didn?t talk much but when he did, everything he said was heartfelt, meaningful and so wise beyond his years. It was a nice feeling, talking to Trowa Barton.
We hit it off right away. The very first thing he said to me made me feel better about myself. He told me that I was every bit as pretty Heero had described. From a guy whose every word was truth, that was a really heart-warming thing to hear.
To say the least, Trowa Barton was charming. He was a diamond in the rough. He wasn?t the false kind of charming, you know, when a guy opens your limo door from you expecting something else in return, but the kind of charming that makes someone so irresistible, and you feel so comfortable around someone like that.
Trowa was charming. He said all the right things, he said them at the right time and he made girls swoon for him with his should-be-million-dollar smile. Which is why I could never love him the way I do Heero.
Heero is often clumsy, he says stupid things at stupid times if at all, and he can be so clueless in things that I needed to talk about. He hogs the sheets, he kisses the pillow in his sleep and, for God?s sake, he leaves the toilet seat up! He never washes his plate in the morning; he burns toast as if making it is the hardest thing to do and leaves the light on when he leaves a room. He doesn?t even realise he does it half the time.
And I find that so adorably, utterly, amazingly lovable. He isn?t perfect. He is the perfect soldier, he has proven that time and time again, but at home he is hopeless and helpless. I love him being helpless. I don?t know why, I just do. It means I get to take care of him. I love him for his imperfections.
But, as I have said, he is clueless in anything other than how to be a soldier. I needed to talk to someone. So, I spent a while at Trowa?s apartment to talk. It made me feel so much better.
It was this that made me return to his apartment firstly once a month and then once a week. I think this made Heero a bit jealous.
One morning as I was coming out of the shower, Heero wasn?t standing outside waiting as usual, he was still laying on the bed, glowering at some innocent patch of wallpaper.
Bless him. He looked like a child whose mother had told him he couldn?t have any candy. When I asked him what was wrong he said something equally as cute.
?Why don?t you ask your boyfriend, he knows everything.?
I knew straight away what he was talking about. I admit it now; I had spent too many nights at Trowa?s place when I should have been at home snuggling up on the couch with Heero. He had every right to be that way. He was a man whose girlfriend spent one night a week at another man?s apartment.
However, when I tried to justify this he wouldn?t listen. He told me that he couldn?t believe that I enjoyed the company of his best friend better than his. The cuteness wore off fast.
Words were exchanged, glasses shattered against the walls and Trowa phoning in the middle of it all didn?t help either. I was sure that Heero would make a death threat to him down the phone.
At one point, he event went on to talk about how people thought me and Trowa made a perfect couple. I could see how he might have been feeling when he heard that. Mine and Heero?s relationship was a secret so nobody knew to shut their holes about these things. But, still, it must have hurt hearing them say that.
I spent that night at Trowa?s, crying until sleep got the best of me. When I woke up, he was gone. Then I panicked. Heero, being in the state he was in and Trowa suddenly disappearing did not mix too well in my overwhelmed mind at the time. I thought for sure that they would be fighting it out somewhere. That?s what men do, especially soldiers.
When I got back to my place the door was open. My heart couldn?t have beaten any harder if it had tried. I ran into the door, expecting to find one body black and red on the floor while the other loomed over it covered in blood. It was an image in my mind that terrified me, me who had seen war at it?s roughest.
Instead I found two men, embracing each other like comrades. It was a beautiful thing. In times of peace, despite bombings cropping up over Europe, it was something that still made my heart go a flutter. Two soldiers embracing.
Trowa was the first to see me, and he detached himself from his comrade to make his way into the outside, obviously to leave me and my green eyed ?boyfriend? alone. It didn?t even occur to me at the time that Trowa, he who ate a thousand hot-dogs, was heading for MY kitchen.
So, I sat down. I was expecting to hear the same thing I heard last night. Seeing Trowa and Heero still friendly made me wonder if Heero blamed me and not him. Maybe he was going to end it. Maybe he was going to do anything but what he did next.
He kissed me on the forehead, looked me in the eye and said two words I never thought he knew.
?I?m sorry?.
Coming from someone who had little or know use of the English language, it was ten times as sweeter than ?Pretty? or ?I love you? or any kind of advice a certain charming agent could ever give me.
Because, the next day it was followed up by five words that made everything fall into place.
Story for another time folks. ^_~
R and R pleeease! I gave up on my psychology essay for this!
Wow. I actually found time to write! Yay for 100 year old school generators! I do ont own Gundam Wing or it?s characters and I so hate saying it!
This is the next instalment in the ?moments? series. Try to imagine this one in an English accent. I'm making Relena in this series well and truly european.
From the day a woman turns 18, she is given the final blessing, the climax of what she has been working towards her whole life. She is legally old enough to do everything. No legal restrictions.
At this point it is common for said woman to celebrate. Some women cheat their fathers out of the next generation in Ferrari, move out into their boyfriend?s crappy apartment which is perfect anyways simply because he lives there, or, in some cases, have sex.
With me it was different. With me, being the spoilt princess I still am, I had the Ferrari, my own apartment which was FAR from crappy and no snoring, sheet-hogging, beer-drinking asshole to use up all the space and, of course, I was WAY too sophisticated to have sex.
So I guess I kinda missed out on that part of my life. In all honesty, I didn?t realise I was 18 until I got a ticket for parking on double lines. I could have sworn they were single at the time.
So, I decided to make up for it. I called some friends, they called some friends who called some guy friends who called more guy friends and all of us, to put it lightly, bonked each other?s brains out. I mean, that?s what being young is all about right?
So, it continued that way. Every Friday night I would call some friend who would call some friends who would call some guy friends oh would call their guy friends and the rest is history.
It continued week after week after week, until that magical day at the Christmas carnival when I received my first lip-tingling kiss. Sure, I?d been kissed loads of times before, hence the Friday bonking. But, that kiss was?well, you know the feeling you get when you?re about to go on a really high roller coaster? Multiply that by several hundred times. To be honest, I thought I was the one who would slip on the ice. My legs might have well have been non-existent.
The effects weren?t immediate. Not at all. In fact, after our first time together in bed, bonking was a very appropriate word. However, it lessened in is relevancy to my situation as time went on. He became more gentle, we would be slower and we would say things to each other while we vocally expressed our pleasure, things like ?I love you? and ?you?re beautiful?. I know it sounds vain, but coming from Heero, I never get tired of hearing that.
Our bonking steadily became what is more commonly referred to as lovemaking. A clich? to most people is the word lovemaking, but to those who know it it?s the most wonderful word in the world.
It?s when you can truly understand what his word means, when it is not a clich? to you but something that makes a wonderful tingle go down the backs of your legs, that you realise that bonking and booze and driving Ferraris is just a step upwards to things that really matter in life, not the other way around.
So, you see, when your partner, the one to whom all this applies, accuses you of wanting another guy, I think a slap around the face and a few broken glasses is a well justified reply.
It was 3 years after we had first kissed. The love was strong, I loved him he loved me and we both loved each other. Perfect.
On April the 3rd, AC 203, there was a bomb scare in the United Kingdom. The Preventors knew everything about the bomb. They knew the make, the type of fuse, the location, the time it was set for and even when the bomb was made. The did not, however, know who planted it or why.
Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell and Chang Wufei were the only Preventors at the time who were even close to a lead on the case. As good as the boys are, they needed to be a full team. So, Lady Une made calls, and we brought in my old friend Quatre, and someone who I was unfamiliar with but heard Heero talk about on several occasions. In came Trowa Barton.
From the first second I saw him I knew he was going to be a big part of my life. I know what you?re thinking, but I assure you it wasn?t anything even close a betrayal of the man I love. You see, Trowa and Quatre had one thing alike; they were both remarkably good people to talk to.
When you talked to Quatre about anything he always knew the right thing to say in return and you can always tell it was heartfelt. He would give you advise you know is the right advice, and when you took it things were all better. Trowa was exactly the same. He didn?t talk much but when he did, everything he said was heartfelt, meaningful and so wise beyond his years. It was a nice feeling, talking to Trowa Barton.
We hit it off right away. The very first thing he said to me made me feel better about myself. He told me that I was every bit as pretty Heero had described. From a guy whose every word was truth, that was a really heart-warming thing to hear.
To say the least, Trowa Barton was charming. He was a diamond in the rough. He wasn?t the false kind of charming, you know, when a guy opens your limo door from you expecting something else in return, but the kind of charming that makes someone so irresistible, and you feel so comfortable around someone like that.
Trowa was charming. He said all the right things, he said them at the right time and he made girls swoon for him with his should-be-million-dollar smile. Which is why I could never love him the way I do Heero.
Heero is often clumsy, he says stupid things at stupid times if at all, and he can be so clueless in things that I needed to talk about. He hogs the sheets, he kisses the pillow in his sleep and, for God?s sake, he leaves the toilet seat up! He never washes his plate in the morning; he burns toast as if making it is the hardest thing to do and leaves the light on when he leaves a room. He doesn?t even realise he does it half the time.
And I find that so adorably, utterly, amazingly lovable. He isn?t perfect. He is the perfect soldier, he has proven that time and time again, but at home he is hopeless and helpless. I love him being helpless. I don?t know why, I just do. It means I get to take care of him. I love him for his imperfections.
But, as I have said, he is clueless in anything other than how to be a soldier. I needed to talk to someone. So, I spent a while at Trowa?s apartment to talk. It made me feel so much better.
It was this that made me return to his apartment firstly once a month and then once a week. I think this made Heero a bit jealous.
One morning as I was coming out of the shower, Heero wasn?t standing outside waiting as usual, he was still laying on the bed, glowering at some innocent patch of wallpaper.
Bless him. He looked like a child whose mother had told him he couldn?t have any candy. When I asked him what was wrong he said something equally as cute.
?Why don?t you ask your boyfriend, he knows everything.?
I knew straight away what he was talking about. I admit it now; I had spent too many nights at Trowa?s place when I should have been at home snuggling up on the couch with Heero. He had every right to be that way. He was a man whose girlfriend spent one night a week at another man?s apartment.
However, when I tried to justify this he wouldn?t listen. He told me that he couldn?t believe that I enjoyed the company of his best friend better than his. The cuteness wore off fast.
Words were exchanged, glasses shattered against the walls and Trowa phoning in the middle of it all didn?t help either. I was sure that Heero would make a death threat to him down the phone.
At one point, he event went on to talk about how people thought me and Trowa made a perfect couple. I could see how he might have been feeling when he heard that. Mine and Heero?s relationship was a secret so nobody knew to shut their holes about these things. But, still, it must have hurt hearing them say that.
I spent that night at Trowa?s, crying until sleep got the best of me. When I woke up, he was gone. Then I panicked. Heero, being in the state he was in and Trowa suddenly disappearing did not mix too well in my overwhelmed mind at the time. I thought for sure that they would be fighting it out somewhere. That?s what men do, especially soldiers.
When I got back to my place the door was open. My heart couldn?t have beaten any harder if it had tried. I ran into the door, expecting to find one body black and red on the floor while the other loomed over it covered in blood. It was an image in my mind that terrified me, me who had seen war at it?s roughest.
Instead I found two men, embracing each other like comrades. It was a beautiful thing. In times of peace, despite bombings cropping up over Europe, it was something that still made my heart go a flutter. Two soldiers embracing.
Trowa was the first to see me, and he detached himself from his comrade to make his way into the outside, obviously to leave me and my green eyed ?boyfriend? alone. It didn?t even occur to me at the time that Trowa, he who ate a thousand hot-dogs, was heading for MY kitchen.
So, I sat down. I was expecting to hear the same thing I heard last night. Seeing Trowa and Heero still friendly made me wonder if Heero blamed me and not him. Maybe he was going to end it. Maybe he was going to do anything but what he did next.
He kissed me on the forehead, looked me in the eye and said two words I never thought he knew.
?I?m sorry?.
Coming from someone who had little or know use of the English language, it was ten times as sweeter than ?Pretty? or ?I love you? or any kind of advice a certain charming agent could ever give me.
Because, the next day it was followed up by five words that made everything fall into place.
Story for another time folks. ^_~
R and R pleeease! I gave up on my psychology essay for this!
