Edge of Seventeen
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part 15
Edge of 17- part fifteen
Contents: YAOI, AU, some sap, slight angst, Duo POV, bad language (potty mouth Duo), a few OC'S
Pairings: 2x4
Rating: PG-13
Author: Luna
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. The title to this ficcie is a Stevie Nicks song. The lyrics to the song will be presented at the end of this fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only. So please don’t sue. Thank you. ^_^
## I chose the road less traveled and now where the heck am I? ##
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I revved up the old engine as I waited for Quatre to come out of the house.
And then I finally see him. He walked heavily toward me, hanging his head. He stopped at my side of the car.
“Well, don’t just stand there, get in.” I told him.
“I can’t go.” He murmured.
“What??” I choke.
“I can’t leave my party, and everyone’s expecting me to open all my presents now… I just can’t get up and leave. I need to stay here until everyone goes.”
“Well, then… what about your father? I thought that he was more…”
“Here.” He interrupted and handed me an envelope. “Give this to my father.”
“Excuse me?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Go see my father for me. Please? And then when you come back tell me how he’s doing, ok? Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah, but…” I sigh. “He’s not MY father! He’s yours!”
“Please do this for me. I really don’t have a choice right now. Don’t worry about the way he is; I’m sure that he’s happy for us finding love and everything. You just need to gain his trust more, and by doing so, you should go visit him. And while you’re there, you might as well talk and clear the air between you two, ok?”
I caved in. “Ok, ok. But remember that I’m doing this for you!” I took his hand, “Cause I love you very much.”
Quatre leaned down, “I love you very, very much too, Duo.” Our lips met.
~**~
I finally pull into the hospital’s parking lot. I drove around and around trying to find a parking space. This would be considered fun if there were more places to park. I’ve made this figure eight too many times. I gave up and decided to park on the side of the street. I loathe parking at a curb.
I walk into the front doors. Well, here I am. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I haven’t even raised my truce flag yet! No offense to Quatre, but I wish that he was an orphan like me.
The nurse told me the room number, and I slowly make my way there. I feel like I’m treading on dangerous grounds and one wrong step could mean doom for my sweetheart and me. But I mustn’t be afraid of him just because he’s a homophobe. I must show him that I’m willing to make peace for Quatre’s sake. I don my friendly mask and open the door.
“Hey ya, Pops!” I grin.
I stop short. Ok, no one told me that he’d be unconscious and hooked up to many, many wires and tubes. No one told me that that little show I just put on was going to be no good. And no one, NO ONE told me that I would feel bad for him.
I slowly make it to the edge of the bed, although I don’t remember moving my feet.
“Er… I see that you’re um… busy, so maybe I should go, huh?” I begin to walk away.
“Duo…”
I stop cold at the weak sounding voice. I turn back around and see that his eyes are open. What a depressing sight.
“Yeah?” I swallow.
“You… wanted to tell me something?” he whispered hoarsely.
I sighed nervously and wandered back over to the edge of the bed. I handed him that envelope that Quatre gave me to give to him. He took it nodding, fully understanding. I stood there quietly while he opened up the card and read it and then read the letter that was inside. He nodded his approval of something and set the card on the nightstand.
“Um… I’m sorry that Quatre’s not here with me…” he held up a hand to silence me.
“I understand.” He smiled weakly. “All was explained in the letter.”
I nod.
“So, Duo…”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me… what’s it like to be a guy… in love with another guy?”
I was caught short. “I’m not sure… what to tell you.” I smiled meekly. “I, actually, never really knew that I would fall for another guy. I’ve had girlfriends.” I tell him truthfully.
“But you never kissed them?”
I shook my head. “Didn’t wanna scare them away, I guess. They were mainly just dates…” I paused.
“Quatre is a really sweet person. To me it doesn’t matter if a person’s white or black, boy or girl, American or Japanese or Arabic or…” I bowed my head. “I’m just a very open minded person. I don’t hate anyone until I get to know him or her first. I mean, just because someone is gay doesn’t mean that they’re a bad person. And just because a person’s looks are different… I mean, it’s not fair to judge like that because they can’t help being who they are cause they were born that way. Love is love… and if you love the person, then it’s a good thing- not a bad thing. I’d rather see everyone kissing and hugging one another than fighting and killing.”
There was a long pause. Then Mr. Winner smiled.
“Duo… you’re a smart kid. I’m happy that Quatre found love with someone who’s no fool.”
“Mr. Winner…”
“Steve.” He corrected. I smiled.
“Steve… Thank you.”
He nodded. “You’re welcome, Duo.”
There was more silence, but it wasn’t awkward. It was a pleasant, understanding silence that spoke volume. It felt good to look at my stepfather now with more trust and ease.
“Is there anything else you wish to say, Duo?” he asked.
I looked up at the ceiling, thinking. “Uh… well, I’m not sure. Quatre said that he wanted us to talk and stuff… but I’m not sure what to talk about.”
“Well… tell me some of your interests.”
“My interests? You mean other than Quatre?”
We both laughed.
“Well,” I continued, “I’ve always liked comedy. I was thinking about being a comedian one day. It was either that or be in radio. I really like music.”
“Ah.” Mr. Winner smiled. “That sounds nice. What kind of music do you like?”
“I like a variety so it really doesn’t matter what radio station I get a job at.”
Steve nodded. “How about comedy? How are you gonna approach that?”
I smiled at him. “Well… I haven’t really thought of any material but I was told that I know how to deliver a joke well.”
“Well then… let’s hear one. I need some cheering up. And they say that laughter is the best medicine.”
“Alright, but no throwing rotten fruit at the comedian or you’ll be asked to leave.” I give him a cheeky grin. He smiled back.
“No problem.”
I cleared my throat, remembering a joke I heard the other day. “A Frenchman with a parrot perched on his shoulder walked into a bar. The bartender said: ‘Wow, that's really neat. Where'd you get him?’‘In France,’ the parrot replied. ‘They've got millions of 'em over there.’”
Mr. Winner cracked up. “Oh my!” he wiped away a couple tears, “That was good! Thank you, Duo!”
“You’re welcome!” I chuckled.
“Well… what else do you wanna talk about?”
“Besides Quatre?” I grin.
He chuckled, “Yeah, besides your boyfriend.”
I sighed audibly. Inside I was dancing the hokey-pokey.
~~**~~
It was 5:05 PM when I pulled up to the house. It looked as though everyone has left already. I hurried too fast out of the car and bumped my head on the edge of the doorframe.
“Ah fuck!” I held my head, struggling to get out I hit my knee on the door as I tried to close it. “Aww, shit! Son of a bitch!”
“Duo!” Quatre yelled out the window, “Don’t curse so loud! The neighbors will hear you! Where were you anyway? I thought you’d miss supper.”
I limped to the house. “I was busy having a chat with your father.” I grimaced, trying not to look too sore. Why’d I have to lose face in front of him? I’m supposed to be the strong one in the relationship! I think he saw right through my whole act.
“Oh, Duo! I’m so glad that you two are getting along! How is he?”
“He’ll be in the hospital for four days at least. He got pretty banged up.”
Quatre held his hands to his chest, “Oh thank god he made it! For a second there I thought I’d be fatherless and I’d have to find someone else to walk me down the aisle.”
“What was that, Quat?”
“Oh, nothing… just thinking out loud. Come in and eat now, Duo! We’re having noodles and my mother’s famous tuna salad!”
“Sweet! I’ll be there!” I watch as he shut the window and drew the curtains. “And maybe… I’ll have some dessert later tonight.”
~TBC~
Contents: YAOI, AU, some sap, slight angst, Duo POV, bad language (potty mouth Duo), a few OC'S
Pairings: 2x4
Rating: PG-13
Author: Luna
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. The title to this ficcie is a Stevie Nicks song. The lyrics to the song will be presented at the end of this fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only. So please don’t sue. Thank you. ^_^
## I chose the road less traveled and now where the heck am I? ##
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I revved up the old engine as I waited for Quatre to come out of the house.
And then I finally see him. He walked heavily toward me, hanging his head. He stopped at my side of the car.
“Well, don’t just stand there, get in.” I told him.
“I can’t go.” He murmured.
“What??” I choke.
“I can’t leave my party, and everyone’s expecting me to open all my presents now… I just can’t get up and leave. I need to stay here until everyone goes.”
“Well, then… what about your father? I thought that he was more…”
“Here.” He interrupted and handed me an envelope. “Give this to my father.”
“Excuse me?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Go see my father for me. Please? And then when you come back tell me how he’s doing, ok? Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah, but…” I sigh. “He’s not MY father! He’s yours!”
“Please do this for me. I really don’t have a choice right now. Don’t worry about the way he is; I’m sure that he’s happy for us finding love and everything. You just need to gain his trust more, and by doing so, you should go visit him. And while you’re there, you might as well talk and clear the air between you two, ok?”
I caved in. “Ok, ok. But remember that I’m doing this for you!” I took his hand, “Cause I love you very much.”
Quatre leaned down, “I love you very, very much too, Duo.” Our lips met.
~**~
I finally pull into the hospital’s parking lot. I drove around and around trying to find a parking space. This would be considered fun if there were more places to park. I’ve made this figure eight too many times. I gave up and decided to park on the side of the street. I loathe parking at a curb.
I walk into the front doors. Well, here I am. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I haven’t even raised my truce flag yet! No offense to Quatre, but I wish that he was an orphan like me.
The nurse told me the room number, and I slowly make my way there. I feel like I’m treading on dangerous grounds and one wrong step could mean doom for my sweetheart and me. But I mustn’t be afraid of him just because he’s a homophobe. I must show him that I’m willing to make peace for Quatre’s sake. I don my friendly mask and open the door.
“Hey ya, Pops!” I grin.
I stop short. Ok, no one told me that he’d be unconscious and hooked up to many, many wires and tubes. No one told me that that little show I just put on was going to be no good. And no one, NO ONE told me that I would feel bad for him.
I slowly make it to the edge of the bed, although I don’t remember moving my feet.
“Er… I see that you’re um… busy, so maybe I should go, huh?” I begin to walk away.
“Duo…”
I stop cold at the weak sounding voice. I turn back around and see that his eyes are open. What a depressing sight.
“Yeah?” I swallow.
“You… wanted to tell me something?” he whispered hoarsely.
I sighed nervously and wandered back over to the edge of the bed. I handed him that envelope that Quatre gave me to give to him. He took it nodding, fully understanding. I stood there quietly while he opened up the card and read it and then read the letter that was inside. He nodded his approval of something and set the card on the nightstand.
“Um… I’m sorry that Quatre’s not here with me…” he held up a hand to silence me.
“I understand.” He smiled weakly. “All was explained in the letter.”
I nod.
“So, Duo…”
“Yeah?”
“Tell me… what’s it like to be a guy… in love with another guy?”
I was caught short. “I’m not sure… what to tell you.” I smiled meekly. “I, actually, never really knew that I would fall for another guy. I’ve had girlfriends.” I tell him truthfully.
“But you never kissed them?”
I shook my head. “Didn’t wanna scare them away, I guess. They were mainly just dates…” I paused.
“Quatre is a really sweet person. To me it doesn’t matter if a person’s white or black, boy or girl, American or Japanese or Arabic or…” I bowed my head. “I’m just a very open minded person. I don’t hate anyone until I get to know him or her first. I mean, just because someone is gay doesn’t mean that they’re a bad person. And just because a person’s looks are different… I mean, it’s not fair to judge like that because they can’t help being who they are cause they were born that way. Love is love… and if you love the person, then it’s a good thing- not a bad thing. I’d rather see everyone kissing and hugging one another than fighting and killing.”
There was a long pause. Then Mr. Winner smiled.
“Duo… you’re a smart kid. I’m happy that Quatre found love with someone who’s no fool.”
“Mr. Winner…”
“Steve.” He corrected. I smiled.
“Steve… Thank you.”
He nodded. “You’re welcome, Duo.”
There was more silence, but it wasn’t awkward. It was a pleasant, understanding silence that spoke volume. It felt good to look at my stepfather now with more trust and ease.
“Is there anything else you wish to say, Duo?” he asked.
I looked up at the ceiling, thinking. “Uh… well, I’m not sure. Quatre said that he wanted us to talk and stuff… but I’m not sure what to talk about.”
“Well… tell me some of your interests.”
“My interests? You mean other than Quatre?”
We both laughed.
“Well,” I continued, “I’ve always liked comedy. I was thinking about being a comedian one day. It was either that or be in radio. I really like music.”
“Ah.” Mr. Winner smiled. “That sounds nice. What kind of music do you like?”
“I like a variety so it really doesn’t matter what radio station I get a job at.”
Steve nodded. “How about comedy? How are you gonna approach that?”
I smiled at him. “Well… I haven’t really thought of any material but I was told that I know how to deliver a joke well.”
“Well then… let’s hear one. I need some cheering up. And they say that laughter is the best medicine.”
“Alright, but no throwing rotten fruit at the comedian or you’ll be asked to leave.” I give him a cheeky grin. He smiled back.
“No problem.”
I cleared my throat, remembering a joke I heard the other day. “A Frenchman with a parrot perched on his shoulder walked into a bar. The bartender said: ‘Wow, that's really neat. Where'd you get him?’‘In France,’ the parrot replied. ‘They've got millions of 'em over there.’”
Mr. Winner cracked up. “Oh my!” he wiped away a couple tears, “That was good! Thank you, Duo!”
“You’re welcome!” I chuckled.
“Well… what else do you wanna talk about?”
“Besides Quatre?” I grin.
He chuckled, “Yeah, besides your boyfriend.”
I sighed audibly. Inside I was dancing the hokey-pokey.
~~**~~
It was 5:05 PM when I pulled up to the house. It looked as though everyone has left already. I hurried too fast out of the car and bumped my head on the edge of the doorframe.
“Ah fuck!” I held my head, struggling to get out I hit my knee on the door as I tried to close it. “Aww, shit! Son of a bitch!”
“Duo!” Quatre yelled out the window, “Don’t curse so loud! The neighbors will hear you! Where were you anyway? I thought you’d miss supper.”
I limped to the house. “I was busy having a chat with your father.” I grimaced, trying not to look too sore. Why’d I have to lose face in front of him? I’m supposed to be the strong one in the relationship! I think he saw right through my whole act.
“Oh, Duo! I’m so glad that you two are getting along! How is he?”
“He’ll be in the hospital for four days at least. He got pretty banged up.”
Quatre held his hands to his chest, “Oh thank god he made it! For a second there I thought I’d be fatherless and I’d have to find someone else to walk me down the aisle.”
“What was that, Quat?”
“Oh, nothing… just thinking out loud. Come in and eat now, Duo! We’re having noodles and my mother’s famous tuna salad!”
“Sweet! I’ll be there!” I watch as he shut the window and drew the curtains. “And maybe… I’ll have some dessert later tonight.”
~TBC~