Disclaimer: Bought Gundam Wing on eBay... Joke! Don't own 'em.
Author's note: Hey guys, I apologise in advance for the shortness of this chapter but its 3am and I'm tired but I wanted to update. I'll be adding a much meatier second chapter soon enough but I just wanted to start getting this idea down before it fell apart. I'd appreciate any and all reviews because as you might have gauged, I'm a bit green in this area of fanfiction. Any input will be gratefully acknowledged so anyhoo... on with the show... wahey.
Also, Heero's a bit (okay a lot) OOC in this but I think it's justified given it's an AU where he's a high school student rather than a lethal Gundam-piloting killer teenager in spandex shorts.
What caught my eye was the braid, I honestly thought he was a girl at first but in my defence, he was sitting with his back to me. That doesn't entirely justify my assumption but it's my way of living in denial; I like guys, so if they look like a girl doesn't that make it alright? Didn't think so. Anyway, he's no girl, that's for sure, despite the long rope of bright chestnut hair trailing down his back until it meets the seat of the chair. Every time he breathes, the damn thing catches my eye.
I moved here with my Dad last week, I've been in this school two days and it feels like some sort of exile. My ability to 'mingle' is atrocious at best, 'making friends' is not one of my strong points, in the past I've just been lucky with some persistent individuals doing all the friend making with me, so to speak. Same thing hasn't happened here, I'm currently an outsider and my obvious reluctance to expose myself to the various cliques and whatnot make things invariably worse. I'm no social animal.
Thankfully, I still have one little distraction to keep me from going stir crazy in this place and he's sitting right in front of me. His name is Duo Maxwell, and that's pretty much all I know. I've been described as being incredibly awkward with people and I've come to the realisation that this is very true; we have our english class together, that's where I am now with the guy in question now slouched in front of me. Yesterday, he turned round to welcome Parkview's newest student and that's when he really got me. His face is beautiful. I always swore I'd never use the word 'beautiful' in connection with a guy but now I'll gladly eat my words. His eyes are a shade of violet, something I've never seen before. I'm not going to go into detail right now because I know I'll start gushing and I don't do that, but he must have said hello about three times before I snapped out of the trance I was in, by then his smile had faded a little and he was looking at me a bit uncertainly.
'...Heero? Is that how you pronounce it? Heee-ro.'
Me being me of course, just stared at him wordlessly. His smile faded further as he gazed back.
'Uh...okay. Well, welcome to Parkview I guess.' he had smiled briefly again as he got up, gathering his books off the desk and shoving them haphazardly into his bag. 'Let me know if you need any help with anything or whatever okay?' He winked at me and shouldered the bag with as much of a flourish as one could ever muster while shouldering a bag.
Finally I had managed to choke out a 'Thanks.' but I don't think he heard me because he didn't look back as he left the classroom, either that or he judged me to be some sort of freak from my lively response to his welcome. I just had time to guiltily watch his slim hips for a moment before he turned the corner and was gone. The class emptied, leaving me alone to try and comprehend what exactly had just happened, I don't believe in love at first sight... but is attraction the same thing as love? If it is, well then I'd better start believing.
Yesterday, I had first looked at that braid with a sense of bored curiosity; today, I'm fixated on it for an entirely different reason and I have a feeling that my english skills are going to suffer for this. Bye bye grammar, verbs, synonyms and so on.
Duo hated Tuesdays, hated them even more than when Wufei the stupidly perfect prefect told him to 'get a dress sense'. Not only were Tuesdays boring and long, they were hard to boot, double biology and maths combined make a lovely little recipe for 'Living Hell'- a dish best served cold, just like revenge.
It was english now though, english was okay, and lunch was after that so it wasn't too bad.
The braided teen yawned and stretched, sitting back and looking at the clock that was positioned just over Mrs. Rapherson's head. Five minutes to go. A pen dropped behind him and he heard it roll underneath his seat. He hesitated a moment, that would probably be Heero's pen; he bent down and picked it up, twisting round in his seat to present it to the student who was now staring hard at his desk.
'Heero, this yours?' he whispered and waved the pen through his line of sight to break the 'stare'.
Heero nodded furiously, his eyes still fixed determindly, burning a hole in his desk; Duo noticed with a degree of amusement that the other teen was blushing furiously. He put the pen down and turned back round to face Ms. Rapherson with a wry smile.
Man, that guy was weird. But he was interesting too, something about him was anyway. Duo had felt compulsed yesterday to offer out a possible friendship, and the mixed reaction he had got had only made him want to try harder. Playing hard to get only inspires determination Heero. Duo smiled to himself at the thought and then frowned at the sudden realisation of his unconscious innuendo. Uh, that couldn't be good, but hey, this Heero Yuy ain't that bad looking.
The bell went, its loud mechanical squawk signalling the end of class, the start of temporary freedom, and most importantly... food.
Duo twisted around again, unwittingly catching the other teen staring at him. Heero looked away quickly, his cheeks once more turning an amusing shade of red.
'Hey Heero,'
'What?'
'How's about sitting with us for lunch? I'm meeting with Trowa and 'Fei now in the canteen, I can introduce you guys.'
Heero looked at him wordlessly, his deep blue eyes widening. Duo briefly admired them before before switching back to the topic at hand, 'Can I take that as a yes?'
'...Okay.'
Okay so that's it for now, review if you can, I'm open to everything, again I apologise somewhat for the skimpiness of the chapter but sleep deprivation makes the spell check cry at my grammar...