I have new gray pants on. I got them yesterday, which was my birthday. They are warm and comfy and have a little crease on them where they where folded over and stuff. They smell pretty good as far at pants go. I mean...you know what I mean. I couldn't think of any thing else today, besides my pants that I really want to talk about. With others. I'm so fucked up.
I'm pretty tan, and have long brown hair. I mean long. Like down to your ass gets caught in your belt loop kind of long. And it's soft and pretty. My hair. Not the belt loop. I also seem to have freakish purple eyes. Seriously. Purple. Or as my artistic, and blatantly homosexual friend Quatre likes to call them...Lavender. LAAAAAAAAAAAA VAN DER.
I'm wearing a blank shirt too. Gray pants and a black shirt. My wallet chain is hanging out of the back of my pants, and I have a cheap black belt on. It's the kind of belt that has the big ass buckle, and little pointy teeth on it that catch against the fabric to hold your pants up...no grommets or the little belt 'leg' things.
I am not well educated in the vocabulary of belts.
Anyway...I am sixteen, and thus a high school student by trade. There. I go to the most ghetto high school in all of the universe, and it displeases me much. I have yet to get my driver's license, because I don't have enough driving hours in. When I do get to drive I get a ghetto ass black Blazer which my family has had since I was like four years old. I have been looking at sound systems for a really long time, and have been buying parts and paying for them online, because you can find good cheap stuff. Then my friends and I are going to install the parts.
'Hello. My name is Duo. I am a love-lorn bisexual, with freaky purple eyes. It is good to meet you.'
Mostly my life is pretty good. (My parents are...unusual, my siblings are...nonexistent...the neighbors seem to like me ok, I have good grades...BLAH BLAH BLAH.) But there is always that one thing that makes you a little sad inside. Always that one thing that makes you come home from school on your bad days, lie on your bed, put your head phones on, and then cover your head with a pillow so you can just focus on the music and not what crap your love life is. Always that one boy with the cobalt eyes, sharp nose, and mussed brown hair that makes your little heart beat wildly at the thought of getting in the sack. His name is Heero, and he is beautiful.
I first met Heero when I was in fourth grade. He was new to our school, and since I am such a jerk, I made fun of him. Or something. I can't remember what I said or how I said it but I remember him confronting me. That was what got my attention. No one confronted me. Closest I got to was when I called Quatre gay and he said "prove it."
But not Heero. Heero and I got in a fist fight during his first week at school. Mind you it was the fourth grader's version of a fist fight, and there were many more slaps involved then actual fists...anyway...the lunch lady pulled up apart, and just pointed us down to the principal's office. I still remember how giggling at how her arm fat jiggled as she thrusted her arm out. Heero noticed too...he shot me a coy glance, and then when we where a safe distance down the hall we busted out in laughter.
Heero had moved in from another state to my neighborhood, which was why he went to our school. His dad was (still is) a lawyer, and I have no idea what his mom does. He lives in a little gray house with big leafy aspen trees in the lawn. He helps his dad take Christmas lights down, and put them up, and he rakes leaves in the fall.
Mostly Heero is quiet...like a beautiful painting, and his eyes get really kind sometimes, all soft and happy like he's saying 'You complete me Duo Maxwell...' I love those eyes. Cobalt is my favorite color.
And here's the killer: Heero has a girlfriend. This, I think was God's idea. God is saying...'Hey Duo looks bored...Let's fuck around with him for a while.' And so the little arch Angel of let's-all-commit-suicide-whilst-I-piss-people-off came down to earth, and looked around. And I am thinking the guy looked around my school for the most annoying and retarded girl in the whole place and said "Ah...This will do nicely..." and then made her stalk the boy I like for months and months, until he went semi-insane and decided to go out with her.
Her name is Relena.
Relena is annoying, and really really fake. Her voice hits this nice little note everytime she talks that makes my ears bleed, and dogs miles away plead for death. She pisses me off. A whole lot. She makes me want to kick her throat in with a nice pair of golf cleats, whilst she holds Heero's hand infront of people and like..parades down the halls with him in tow. I hate her more then I have ever hated anyone in the entire world, and I want to make her suffer until she goes insane.
She knows I like him too. That makes her nervous and more annoying still.
I'm pretty tan, and have long brown hair. I mean long. Like down to your ass gets caught in your belt loop kind of long. And it's soft and pretty. My hair. Not the belt loop. I also seem to have freakish purple eyes. Seriously. Purple. Or as my artistic, and blatantly homosexual friend Quatre likes to call them...Lavender. LAAAAAAAAAAAA VAN DER.
I'm wearing a blank shirt too. Gray pants and a black shirt. My wallet chain is hanging out of the back of my pants, and I have a cheap black belt on. It's the kind of belt that has the big ass buckle, and little pointy teeth on it that catch against the fabric to hold your pants up...no grommets or the little belt 'leg' things.
I am not well educated in the vocabulary of belts.
Anyway...I am sixteen, and thus a high school student by trade. There. I go to the most ghetto high school in all of the universe, and it displeases me much. I have yet to get my driver's license, because I don't have enough driving hours in. When I do get to drive I get a ghetto ass black Blazer which my family has had since I was like four years old. I have been looking at sound systems for a really long time, and have been buying parts and paying for them online, because you can find good cheap stuff. Then my friends and I are going to install the parts.
'Hello. My name is Duo. I am a love-lorn bisexual, with freaky purple eyes. It is good to meet you.'
Mostly my life is pretty good. (My parents are...unusual, my siblings are...nonexistent...the neighbors seem to like me ok, I have good grades...BLAH BLAH BLAH.) But there is always that one thing that makes you a little sad inside. Always that one thing that makes you come home from school on your bad days, lie on your bed, put your head phones on, and then cover your head with a pillow so you can just focus on the music and not what crap your love life is. Always that one boy with the cobalt eyes, sharp nose, and mussed brown hair that makes your little heart beat wildly at the thought of getting in the sack. His name is Heero, and he is beautiful.
I first met Heero when I was in fourth grade. He was new to our school, and since I am such a jerk, I made fun of him. Or something. I can't remember what I said or how I said it but I remember him confronting me. That was what got my attention. No one confronted me. Closest I got to was when I called Quatre gay and he said "prove it."
But not Heero. Heero and I got in a fist fight during his first week at school. Mind you it was the fourth grader's version of a fist fight, and there were many more slaps involved then actual fists...anyway...the lunch lady pulled up apart, and just pointed us down to the principal's office. I still remember how giggling at how her arm fat jiggled as she thrusted her arm out. Heero noticed too...he shot me a coy glance, and then when we where a safe distance down the hall we busted out in laughter.
Heero had moved in from another state to my neighborhood, which was why he went to our school. His dad was (still is) a lawyer, and I have no idea what his mom does. He lives in a little gray house with big leafy aspen trees in the lawn. He helps his dad take Christmas lights down, and put them up, and he rakes leaves in the fall.
Mostly Heero is quiet...like a beautiful painting, and his eyes get really kind sometimes, all soft and happy like he's saying 'You complete me Duo Maxwell...' I love those eyes. Cobalt is my favorite color.
And here's the killer: Heero has a girlfriend. This, I think was God's idea. God is saying...'Hey Duo looks bored...Let's fuck around with him for a while.' And so the little arch Angel of let's-all-commit-suicide-whilst-I-piss-people-off came down to earth, and looked around. And I am thinking the guy looked around my school for the most annoying and retarded girl in the whole place and said "Ah...This will do nicely..." and then made her stalk the boy I like for months and months, until he went semi-insane and decided to go out with her.
Her name is Relena.
Relena is annoying, and really really fake. Her voice hits this nice little note everytime she talks that makes my ears bleed, and dogs miles away plead for death. She pisses me off. A whole lot. She makes me want to kick her throat in with a nice pair of golf cleats, whilst she holds Heero's hand infront of people and like..parades down the halls with him in tow. I hate her more then I have ever hated anyone in the entire world, and I want to make her suffer until she goes insane.
She knows I like him too. That makes her nervous and more annoying still.