Quatre Winner\'s Diary
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Gundam Wing/AC › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
84
Views:
2,919
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Feb 28th
Febuary: The Truth Comes Out
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Friday, Feb. 28th
6:11 am
I don’t know why I feel better after dates with Trowa, but the whole world just looks brighter and everything looks rosy. Heero told him about the homophobic girls that we ran into. He didn’t really have anything to say about it. There’s really not much you can say about close-mindedness unless you get mad, and that doesn’t really suit him well. It’s unfocused anger, and that’s not his style. He’s the kind that would allow things like that to just roll off his back, and I love him for that.
I don’t know if love is the word I want to use there, but nothing else seems to fit. I’m not proud of him for being like that. I don’t like him because of it. The feeling is so much stronger then either of those, like something warm in the pit of my stomach, but I don’t really want to say love, yet. And I don’t know why I wrote the “yet” either. I’ve only known Trowa for two months, love is moving a little fast, even for me.
I know that I took things with Dorothy too fast. She and I have discussed it on several occasions, and came to a conclusion. I was trying to prove my heterosexual status. She was finth tth the whole situation; it seems she went through something similar with Heero back in high school. It’s kind of creepy.
Anyway, we’ve established that I don’t love Trowa, but I feel strongly for him. I don’t know if you can love someone that you’ve never even kissed. Oh god I want to kiss him. I wonder if he tastes as good as he smells. I know that I talk about his scent a lot and I have yet to write it down to preserve, but mostly because it’s hard to describe. I’d have to start with his cologne. He wears, as strange as it may sound, this sandalwood and sage oil from bath and body works. I went there, after sneaking a peek around his bathroom, and found out that it’s very popular for men to use their body sprays and moisturizers [1]. And not just gay men; periperiod. Of course after that little factoid…well I think I spent something around fifty dollars in there. I can’t help it, I fell in love with the pearberry and cucumber melon bodywash, but that’s digressing again. The oil is sharp but sweet and very musky. It blends really well with his natural odor. He smells like a man, kind of like a good red wine should taste [2]. Full of body, a little sharp, but very smooth. It has the same natural aphrodisicatic [3] quality that a good red wine has too. Kind of makes my back get all tense and tingly feeling while tightening my abdomen just a little. Just thinking about it makes me need a cold shower. Actually a shower sounds like a really good idea.
6:47 am
Okay, thought occurred to me while washing my hair, and I just had to write them down. Well it was just one thought, but a whole bunch of tangents to lead to it. So here’s the big revelation of my shower: I think I’m falling in love with Trowa.
That’s the only explanation. I know I’m not IN love with him yet, but I can seem myself making it there sometime in the foreseeable future. And it doesn’t scare me! Yes it’s another man, I can deal with that. And he’s a doctor, I can deal with that. And he’s sweet, considerate, and downright amazing, that I can deal with. But I always thought that if got to this point, I’d turn tail and run. I guess it just goes to show how much I’ve grown.
Now I just have to wait the eighteen hours until his birthday starts. He’s dragging me out at midnight, because he wants me around when he wakes up in the morning. Isn’t that great! And this time I’m sleeping on the couch, in pajamas. I have no idea what he wants to do, but it’s his birthday and he gets to choose. I hope he like the present I got him though. I picked up the tickets the other day and realized that it didn’t have a list of acts, so I put them in a card with a printout of who’s playing. I hope it likes it. I really don’t want to disappoint him. I’m just not good that this significant other thing. I dothinthink he liked the lion much either. He didn’t seem to. Maybe he’s just humoring me. He’s that kind of nice guy. I hope that’s not the case. I’m sure it isn’t. Why would he give me kissing fish if it was?
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1. I went into the local Bath and Body Works with my very gay ex-roommate. He’s the kind of guy that you can tell he’s gay from fifty feet. I’m serious! I knew it the moment I saw him, and my gaydar only works fifty percent of the time. He fell in love with the exact same scents and spend just about that much in three days. He just kept going back, and we went in there the first time for me! Go figure. And what do you suppose their most popular scent is? Cucumber Melon, for both sexes. Just a little side note.
2. Stupid side note: I’m drinking red wine while writing this. Actually I’m on my third glass and finally startio geo get tipsy. I’m getting blurry happy, in fact! Whee! That’s just where that thought came from. Now back to your regularly scheduled fic! Whee!
3. My word! Dammit. You can’t use it!
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Friday, Feb. 28th
6:11 am
I don’t know why I feel better after dates with Trowa, but the whole world just looks brighter and everything looks rosy. Heero told him about the homophobic girls that we ran into. He didn’t really have anything to say about it. There’s really not much you can say about close-mindedness unless you get mad, and that doesn’t really suit him well. It’s unfocused anger, and that’s not his style. He’s the kind that would allow things like that to just roll off his back, and I love him for that.
I don’t know if love is the word I want to use there, but nothing else seems to fit. I’m not proud of him for being like that. I don’t like him because of it. The feeling is so much stronger then either of those, like something warm in the pit of my stomach, but I don’t really want to say love, yet. And I don’t know why I wrote the “yet” either. I’ve only known Trowa for two months, love is moving a little fast, even for me.
I know that I took things with Dorothy too fast. She and I have discussed it on several occasions, and came to a conclusion. I was trying to prove my heterosexual status. She was finth tth the whole situation; it seems she went through something similar with Heero back in high school. It’s kind of creepy.
Anyway, we’ve established that I don’t love Trowa, but I feel strongly for him. I don’t know if you can love someone that you’ve never even kissed. Oh god I want to kiss him. I wonder if he tastes as good as he smells. I know that I talk about his scent a lot and I have yet to write it down to preserve, but mostly because it’s hard to describe. I’d have to start with his cologne. He wears, as strange as it may sound, this sandalwood and sage oil from bath and body works. I went there, after sneaking a peek around his bathroom, and found out that it’s very popular for men to use their body sprays and moisturizers [1]. And not just gay men; periperiod. Of course after that little factoid…well I think I spent something around fifty dollars in there. I can’t help it, I fell in love with the pearberry and cucumber melon bodywash, but that’s digressing again. The oil is sharp but sweet and very musky. It blends really well with his natural odor. He smells like a man, kind of like a good red wine should taste [2]. Full of body, a little sharp, but very smooth. It has the same natural aphrodisicatic [3] quality that a good red wine has too. Kind of makes my back get all tense and tingly feeling while tightening my abdomen just a little. Just thinking about it makes me need a cold shower. Actually a shower sounds like a really good idea.
6:47 am
Okay, thought occurred to me while washing my hair, and I just had to write them down. Well it was just one thought, but a whole bunch of tangents to lead to it. So here’s the big revelation of my shower: I think I’m falling in love with Trowa.
That’s the only explanation. I know I’m not IN love with him yet, but I can seem myself making it there sometime in the foreseeable future. And it doesn’t scare me! Yes it’s another man, I can deal with that. And he’s a doctor, I can deal with that. And he’s sweet, considerate, and downright amazing, that I can deal with. But I always thought that if got to this point, I’d turn tail and run. I guess it just goes to show how much I’ve grown.
Now I just have to wait the eighteen hours until his birthday starts. He’s dragging me out at midnight, because he wants me around when he wakes up in the morning. Isn’t that great! And this time I’m sleeping on the couch, in pajamas. I have no idea what he wants to do, but it’s his birthday and he gets to choose. I hope he like the present I got him though. I picked up the tickets the other day and realized that it didn’t have a list of acts, so I put them in a card with a printout of who’s playing. I hope it likes it. I really don’t want to disappoint him. I’m just not good that this significant other thing. I dothinthink he liked the lion much either. He didn’t seem to. Maybe he’s just humoring me. He’s that kind of nice guy. I hope that’s not the case. I’m sure it isn’t. Why would he give me kissing fish if it was?
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1. I went into the local Bath and Body Works with my very gay ex-roommate. He’s the kind of guy that you can tell he’s gay from fifty feet. I’m serious! I knew it the moment I saw him, and my gaydar only works fifty percent of the time. He fell in love with the exact same scents and spend just about that much in three days. He just kept going back, and we went in there the first time for me! Go figure. And what do you suppose their most popular scent is? Cucumber Melon, for both sexes. Just a little side note.
2. Stupid side note: I’m drinking red wine while writing this. Actually I’m on my third glass and finally startio geo get tipsy. I’m getting blurry happy, in fact! Whee! That’s just where that thought came from. Now back to your regularly scheduled fic! Whee!
3. My word! Dammit. You can’t use it!