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chapter 2
Edge of 17- chapter two
Contents: Shonen ai, AU, slight sap, Duo POV, bad language, a few OC’s
Pairings: 2+4/4+2
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. ^_^
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That weekend, Quatre invited me over to his place for dinner. I guess that when his parents found out that I stuck up for him, they wanted to meet me. Of course, I couldn’t say no to the boy. He’s become a good friend of mine in only one week.
Oh, by the way, that Shawn kid got suspended. I’m not sure how long he will be gone, but that entire week we had hardly any trouble from anyone else. It was cool. I found out that Quatre is in band. He can play the piano, the violin, the flute, and the clarinet. I was impressed because… I couldn’t play shit. He was also in a fencing class, and an aerobatics class. It shocked me…he doesn’t look like the type that’s really flexible. I told him and his family that too. He just laughed.
“You’d be surprised at what my boy can do.” His father told me before he took a bite of his tuna helper. The same stuff was staring me in the face. Granted, it’s not my favorite kind of tuna helper, but it was edible enough. I chewed mine quickly and swallowed it reluctantly.
“Dear, you’re embarrassing him.” Quatre’s mother sighed.
“It’s ok, mom.” Quatre smiled sweetly.
“That was really a nice thing you did for my son.” Mrs. Winner smiled at me. Even though in their eyes I must look like some kind of punk kid with my long hair and black clothes and slightly bruised face, they still accepted me with open arms and let me eat as much as I could. I was so happy.
“You’re very welcome, Mrs. Winner.” I smiled back at her.
“Please, call me mom.”
“Oh, dear, you say that to all of Quatre’s friends.” Mr. Winner sighed.
“Well, there’s nothing wrong with that, is there Quatre honey?” she flashed a grin at her son. Quatre smiled back.
“Yeah, there’s nothing wrong with it. Is it alright with you, Duo?”
I looked at Quatre, and then back to his mother, and then back to Quatre. I was holding my breath for some reason. I finally let it out. “Sure, I don’t mind if you guys don’t.”
“Well,” Mr. Winner sighed again, “I hope you’re happy now, dear. You got yourself another son to pamper.”
Mrs. Winner giggled and beamed with such glee that you could have sworn that she had just won the lottery. From the corner of my eye I notice Quatre sighing. I wonder what’s on his mind.
~~~**~~~
After supper, Quatre and me went to his room. I set my suitcase down on his bed, opened it up, and then took out a deck of cards. I flashed the deck in front of him and grinned.
“Wanna play poker or something?” I asked. He was tidying up his room like it was a disaster or something and that he was embarrassed to have me see it this way. It wasn’t bad to me, not like my room anyway.
“I’m not much of a poker player.” He told me.
“How about Gin then? And stop cleaning already! This is supposed to be a sleep over! It doesn’t matter if your room is a bit messy! It’ll get messy later anyway!”
“No, I can’t have my room a mess at all. My parents won’t allow it.” He said, putting away the last of his dirty clothes into a hamper. I sighed.
“You have a lot to learn about parents, my friend. Now, my parents don’t give a rip about what I do! My room’s almost always a mess.”
“Why don’t they care?” he asked, tidying up his computer desk.
“Because they’re foster parents.” I let him know with no hint of care in my voice.
“Oh. I’m sorry, Duo.” He gave me a pouty lip.
“It’s ok, Quat! Don’t worry about it. I don’t.”
“Can I ask you what you did that made your own parents make you live with foster parents?”
“Ahh…it’s really no big deal...” I put my arms behind my back. It was really hard for me to talk about my past. Quatre decided not to continue with his question. I guess he noted on how uncomfortable it was making me.
“Gin sounds fine.”
~~***~~
Quatre picked up a card from the deck that was facing down. He studied his hand that he now had with precision, and then discarded a different card. It was a card that I could use, but if I took it, then I had to lay down one of the cards that were already in my hand and I didn’t want to get rid of any of them. I sighed in frustration.
“So,” I shifted a bit on the carpet, “how long have you lived here?”
“Three months.” He exclaimed easily. It was as if a lot of people have asked him before.
“Ah.” I smiled. I finally decided to just pick from the deck. It wasn’t a card I wanted. I discarded it. He immediately picked it up. I groaned in frustration.
“I used to live in Minnesota. Then we moved to Ohio for a few weeks, and now here. I don’t know how long we’ll be here. It’ll suck if I have to leave though. You’re my first real friend in almost a year.” He knocked on the floor and then discarded, “Gin.”
I moaned, and then watched as he laid his cards down row by row. I set my cards down and then put my two misfit cards off to the side. He won again. “I hope you stay here too. But if you don’t, at least you won’t have to put up with that bastard Shawn.”
Quatre took the cards and began to shuffle. “Yeah. That is the only good part I can think of if I do leave. Of course, if your real parents don’t care, and it’s ok with your foster parents, maybe my parents can take you in. Then you could be with me wherever we went.” A smile slid across his angelic face.
“That would be so cool.” I sighed. “Cause now I’m branded as your boyfriend at school.”
“I’m sorry, Duo.”
“That’s ok. Don’t worry about it. It was my decision to stick up for you.” I picked up my cards that he dealt and started to rearrange them. “By the way…does your parents know?”
“Know what?” he asked, looking down at his cards.
“About your preferences.” I said, deciding if I want that first card that was turned over or not.
“No. They don’t have a clue. As far as I know.”
“I pass.” I tell him, letting him decide if he wanted the card on the top or not.
“I pass too.” He rearranged his cards.
I take a card from the deck, “When are you gonna tell them?”
“I haven’t decided yet. I think when I turn 18 I will.” He picked up the card that I just laid down. I hate it when I discard the wrong one.
“Why should that matter? You’re old enough to make your own choices right?”
He finally decided on a card to lie down. “This was not a choice, Duo. I’ve been this way my whole life.”
I pick up a card from the deck, keep it, and then discard one that I knew for sure that was safe to discard. Quatre picked that one up too. I grumbled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.” I said as he discarded. I double-checked my hand. I couldn’t use it. Shit! I pick from the pile.
“It’s ok, don’t worry about it. A lot of people mistaken homosexuality as a choice rather than a natural thing. Honestly, I don’t know why I find men more appealing than women.”
“Your parents will find out one day you know.” I discard.
“I know. That’s the scary part.” He picked up from the stack, and then discarded. Finally a card that I can use! I pick up the card he laid down and then discarded. He took the card that I laid down and then knocked. I sighed in defeat. He discarded his last card, “Gin again.” He smiled.
“Bitch.” I grin.
He laughed, “You’re just a sore loser.”
Just then, there was a knock on his bedroom door. It creaked open a bit to show Mrs. Winner’s face. “Don’t stay up too late boys.” She smiled.
“We won’t.” Quatre assured her. His mother smiled.
“Where’re you gonna sleep, Duo? Would you like the couch?”
“That’s ok, Mrs. Win…er, I mean…mom.” We both smile at each other, “I’ll just share Quatre’s bed. It’s wide enough for the both of us.”
Quatre’s eyes widened and then blinked. He snapped out of it, “Uh…yeah. He can share my bed, mom. As long as he doesn’t steal all the covers.” He leered at me teasingly.
“Oh yeah?” I glared just as mockingly as he did, “As long as YOU don’t snore!”
“I don’t snore.” He huffed.
“And I’m not a cover hogger.” I tell him.
“Ok, boys, ok!” Mrs. Winner laughed, “You got your way. Just make sure that when you guys yap before you fall sleep, don’t yap so loud. You’re father is in bed trying to sleep. He’s got a big conference meeting tomorrow.”
“Mrs. Winner…mommy Winner?” I chuckle.
“Yes, Duo dear?” she grinned.
“Well, uh…will you guys be living here from now on?” I ask half-heartedly.
She gave me a doubtful sigh, “I really hope so, Duo. This place is wonderful. And I love this house. Maybe if my husband’s boss will make a good impression here, then maybe he’ll have a job for life. If so, we’ll be here as long as we want.”
“That would be boss!” I grin. Quatre chuckled at my slang for some reason. I didn’t think it was that funny.
“Well, good night boys. I’m gonna retire.” She shut the door quietly.
“Good night, mom.” Quatre and I both say.
Quatre shuffled the deck again. “Another game?” he asked, with a gleam of invincibility shining in his eyes.
“You’re on!” I grin wickedly.
~TBC~
Contents: Shonen ai, AU, slight sap, Duo POV, bad language, a few OC’s
Pairings: 2+4/4+2
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. ^_^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That weekend, Quatre invited me over to his place for dinner. I guess that when his parents found out that I stuck up for him, they wanted to meet me. Of course, I couldn’t say no to the boy. He’s become a good friend of mine in only one week.
Oh, by the way, that Shawn kid got suspended. I’m not sure how long he will be gone, but that entire week we had hardly any trouble from anyone else. It was cool. I found out that Quatre is in band. He can play the piano, the violin, the flute, and the clarinet. I was impressed because… I couldn’t play shit. He was also in a fencing class, and an aerobatics class. It shocked me…he doesn’t look like the type that’s really flexible. I told him and his family that too. He just laughed.
“You’d be surprised at what my boy can do.” His father told me before he took a bite of his tuna helper. The same stuff was staring me in the face. Granted, it’s not my favorite kind of tuna helper, but it was edible enough. I chewed mine quickly and swallowed it reluctantly.
“Dear, you’re embarrassing him.” Quatre’s mother sighed.
“It’s ok, mom.” Quatre smiled sweetly.
“That was really a nice thing you did for my son.” Mrs. Winner smiled at me. Even though in their eyes I must look like some kind of punk kid with my long hair and black clothes and slightly bruised face, they still accepted me with open arms and let me eat as much as I could. I was so happy.
“You’re very welcome, Mrs. Winner.” I smiled back at her.
“Please, call me mom.”
“Oh, dear, you say that to all of Quatre’s friends.” Mr. Winner sighed.
“Well, there’s nothing wrong with that, is there Quatre honey?” she flashed a grin at her son. Quatre smiled back.
“Yeah, there’s nothing wrong with it. Is it alright with you, Duo?”
I looked at Quatre, and then back to his mother, and then back to Quatre. I was holding my breath for some reason. I finally let it out. “Sure, I don’t mind if you guys don’t.”
“Well,” Mr. Winner sighed again, “I hope you’re happy now, dear. You got yourself another son to pamper.”
Mrs. Winner giggled and beamed with such glee that you could have sworn that she had just won the lottery. From the corner of my eye I notice Quatre sighing. I wonder what’s on his mind.
~~~**~~~
After supper, Quatre and me went to his room. I set my suitcase down on his bed, opened it up, and then took out a deck of cards. I flashed the deck in front of him and grinned.
“Wanna play poker or something?” I asked. He was tidying up his room like it was a disaster or something and that he was embarrassed to have me see it this way. It wasn’t bad to me, not like my room anyway.
“I’m not much of a poker player.” He told me.
“How about Gin then? And stop cleaning already! This is supposed to be a sleep over! It doesn’t matter if your room is a bit messy! It’ll get messy later anyway!”
“No, I can’t have my room a mess at all. My parents won’t allow it.” He said, putting away the last of his dirty clothes into a hamper. I sighed.
“You have a lot to learn about parents, my friend. Now, my parents don’t give a rip about what I do! My room’s almost always a mess.”
“Why don’t they care?” he asked, tidying up his computer desk.
“Because they’re foster parents.” I let him know with no hint of care in my voice.
“Oh. I’m sorry, Duo.” He gave me a pouty lip.
“It’s ok, Quat! Don’t worry about it. I don’t.”
“Can I ask you what you did that made your own parents make you live with foster parents?”
“Ahh…it’s really no big deal...” I put my arms behind my back. It was really hard for me to talk about my past. Quatre decided not to continue with his question. I guess he noted on how uncomfortable it was making me.
“Gin sounds fine.”
~~***~~
Quatre picked up a card from the deck that was facing down. He studied his hand that he now had with precision, and then discarded a different card. It was a card that I could use, but if I took it, then I had to lay down one of the cards that were already in my hand and I didn’t want to get rid of any of them. I sighed in frustration.
“So,” I shifted a bit on the carpet, “how long have you lived here?”
“Three months.” He exclaimed easily. It was as if a lot of people have asked him before.
“Ah.” I smiled. I finally decided to just pick from the deck. It wasn’t a card I wanted. I discarded it. He immediately picked it up. I groaned in frustration.
“I used to live in Minnesota. Then we moved to Ohio for a few weeks, and now here. I don’t know how long we’ll be here. It’ll suck if I have to leave though. You’re my first real friend in almost a year.” He knocked on the floor and then discarded, “Gin.”
I moaned, and then watched as he laid his cards down row by row. I set my cards down and then put my two misfit cards off to the side. He won again. “I hope you stay here too. But if you don’t, at least you won’t have to put up with that bastard Shawn.”
Quatre took the cards and began to shuffle. “Yeah. That is the only good part I can think of if I do leave. Of course, if your real parents don’t care, and it’s ok with your foster parents, maybe my parents can take you in. Then you could be with me wherever we went.” A smile slid across his angelic face.
“That would be so cool.” I sighed. “Cause now I’m branded as your boyfriend at school.”
“I’m sorry, Duo.”
“That’s ok. Don’t worry about it. It was my decision to stick up for you.” I picked up my cards that he dealt and started to rearrange them. “By the way…does your parents know?”
“Know what?” he asked, looking down at his cards.
“About your preferences.” I said, deciding if I want that first card that was turned over or not.
“No. They don’t have a clue. As far as I know.”
“I pass.” I tell him, letting him decide if he wanted the card on the top or not.
“I pass too.” He rearranged his cards.
I take a card from the deck, “When are you gonna tell them?”
“I haven’t decided yet. I think when I turn 18 I will.” He picked up the card that I just laid down. I hate it when I discard the wrong one.
“Why should that matter? You’re old enough to make your own choices right?”
He finally decided on a card to lie down. “This was not a choice, Duo. I’ve been this way my whole life.”
I pick up a card from the deck, keep it, and then discard one that I knew for sure that was safe to discard. Quatre picked that one up too. I grumbled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.” I said as he discarded. I double-checked my hand. I couldn’t use it. Shit! I pick from the pile.
“It’s ok, don’t worry about it. A lot of people mistaken homosexuality as a choice rather than a natural thing. Honestly, I don’t know why I find men more appealing than women.”
“Your parents will find out one day you know.” I discard.
“I know. That’s the scary part.” He picked up from the stack, and then discarded. Finally a card that I can use! I pick up the card he laid down and then discarded. He took the card that I laid down and then knocked. I sighed in defeat. He discarded his last card, “Gin again.” He smiled.
“Bitch.” I grin.
He laughed, “You’re just a sore loser.”
Just then, there was a knock on his bedroom door. It creaked open a bit to show Mrs. Winner’s face. “Don’t stay up too late boys.” She smiled.
“We won’t.” Quatre assured her. His mother smiled.
“Where’re you gonna sleep, Duo? Would you like the couch?”
“That’s ok, Mrs. Win…er, I mean…mom.” We both smile at each other, “I’ll just share Quatre’s bed. It’s wide enough for the both of us.”
Quatre’s eyes widened and then blinked. He snapped out of it, “Uh…yeah. He can share my bed, mom. As long as he doesn’t steal all the covers.” He leered at me teasingly.
“Oh yeah?” I glared just as mockingly as he did, “As long as YOU don’t snore!”
“I don’t snore.” He huffed.
“And I’m not a cover hogger.” I tell him.
“Ok, boys, ok!” Mrs. Winner laughed, “You got your way. Just make sure that when you guys yap before you fall sleep, don’t yap so loud. You’re father is in bed trying to sleep. He’s got a big conference meeting tomorrow.”
“Mrs. Winner…mommy Winner?” I chuckle.
“Yes, Duo dear?” she grinned.
“Well, uh…will you guys be living here from now on?” I ask half-heartedly.
She gave me a doubtful sigh, “I really hope so, Duo. This place is wonderful. And I love this house. Maybe if my husband’s boss will make a good impression here, then maybe he’ll have a job for life. If so, we’ll be here as long as we want.”
“That would be boss!” I grin. Quatre chuckled at my slang for some reason. I didn’t think it was that funny.
“Well, good night boys. I’m gonna retire.” She shut the door quietly.
“Good night, mom.” Quatre and I both say.
Quatre shuffled the deck again. “Another game?” he asked, with a gleam of invincibility shining in his eyes.
“You’re on!” I grin wickedly.
~TBC~