Author's note: Another re-post. Below are the original author's notes so PLEASE read them first! - Swordy

Author's note - I recently read a fic where the author had taken the GW characters and put them into a film she liked. Although I hadn't actually seen the film in question, I really enjoyed the fic. With that thought in mind, I decided to take one of my favourite films and do the same. The result is this.

Obviously, this fic is completely AU and is inspired by the John Hughes film 'Some Kind of Wonderful'. I absolutely adore this film so I hope my new twist does the original script justice. I decided to use some of the original dialogue from the film so if you've seen it (as many times as I have) you'll recognise some of the lines.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Gundam Wing or 'Some Kind of Wonderful' although on both counts I wish I did.

One more thing: This fic (although you may not believe it from this first chapter) will involve male/male pairings. And before any HeeroxDuo fans complain, I don't like Relena – if you've seen the film, you'll understand where this fic is going…

And lastly: enjoy!

Some Kind of Wonderful – Part 1

The car would not have looked out of place in a scrap yard. However, on the bright sunny Monday morning in September it was currently haring down the road towards Seventh Street High School, black clouds spewing from its exhaust into the early autumn sky. It screeched into the car park, narrowly missing a group of students before coming to rest across three parking spaces.

The first occupant emerged from the passenger seat, shaking his head and trying to smooth his wild dark brown locks into place. He laughed as he saw the group of students they had almost killed staring at him and the junkyard wreck they had just arrived in.

"Are you aware how close that was?" he asked, leaning into the car to address the driver.

The other young man laughed as he removed his sunglasses and threw them onto the vacated passenger seat. He then proceeded to clamber out of the open window since the locking mechanism on the door had long since given up the ghost. He grinned broadly as jumped down onto the tarmac before throwing the keys back through the open sunroof. It was a pretty safe bet that nobody would ever try to steal their sorry excuse for a car.

"Imagine what I can do when I get my licence back!" the driver chuckled as he swept his long chestnut braid over his shoulder. His companion, one Heero Yuy, could only laugh and shake his head in mock disapproval as they made their way towards the main building.

The two boys were the original odd couple in a school of almost nine hundred pupils. As in most high schools up and down the country, the students tended to gravitate towards the groups that best expressed their interests; the jocks, the smart kids and so on. Heero and his longhaired companion Duo Maxwell had successfully managed to alienate themselves from every collective within the school. Heero found it difficult to be sociable, indeed his general demeanour was often seen as threatening and aloof.

Duo on the other hand was outgoing and, in the eyes of the other students, a little crazy. His long chestnut hair, which he wore in the same braided style every day, was a source of fascination amongst his fellow students. He was often mistaken for a female with his long hair and small, slender frame but he shrugged it off with the same amused expression that he greeted all of life's challenges. They'd been friends as long as either of them could remember.

They made their way across the car park following the general flow of students towards the main building. As they walked, Heero glanced across at Duo who was bouncing along, hair swinging wildly behind him, face fixed in the stupid inane grin that Heero swore he'd still be wearing when he was dead.

"Where are your books?" he asked the smaller youth.

Duo pretended to search through the pockets of his leather jacket before shrugging indifferently. "I guess I forget them," he remarked jovially.

Heero rolled his eyes and smiled. "You never study, do you?"

Duo's response was his usual ear-to-ear grin as he stared at Heero, whose faraway expression indicated that he had lapsed into thought. "Let me guess," Duo said, breaking into his friend's reverie, "Your old man's been giving you heat about college again."

Heero nodded glumly. His father Odin had spent his life in manual labour and was insistent that his son's life would not follow the same path. Heero dreaded going home when he could guarantee his father would greet him at the door waving the latest college prospectus in his uninterested face. As his daydream ended, Heero realised that Duo was still speaking.

"… in comparative terms," he went on, "it's probably better to have an old man nagging you about your future than no old man not nagging you about nothing."

He paused for a moment, replaying the speech in his head to check that it had made sense before nodding definitely. He was met by Heero's concerned expression.

Duo was an orphan who had lived in institutions for most of his life. He had spent most of his years in an orphanage run by the Maxwell Church where he had bonded deeply with Father Maxwell and his staff. Despite leaving there several years ago he continued to wear the black priest-style garments and dog collar associated with the clergy, which often earned him strange looks both in school and out, especially when he teamed it with his heavy black leather jacket.

Since leaving the orphanage when he reached the age of fourteen, Duo had lived with a succession of unwelcoming and disinterested relatives. He currently shared a house with two of his step-cousins who were older and cared not one jot about the younger braided boy who lived under their roof. He came and went as he pleased as they drank and smoked their way through their uneventful and generally unfulfilling lives. For the most part, Duo pretended not to care that he had no family that loved him but Heero knew that the braided boy envied his own family, no matter how dysfunctional it seemed at times.

"Are things bad at home?" he asked.

Duo shrugged and stared at his feet, indicating that he didn't really want to talk about it. As they started up the steps towards the main doors, Duo looked across at Heero and grinned, eager to change the subject.

"Anyway, it don't matter, as long as you stand by me I'm covered."

Heero returned his grin and in an uncharacteristic show of affection, he put his arm around the smaller youth's shoulders as they walked.

"Where would I be without you?"

Duo laughed. "Well seeing as I drive you to school every morning you'd probably be at home, asleep, in bed!"

Heero laughed as he removed his arm and punched Duo playfully on the shoulder.

As they reached the top of the stairs they had to move into single file to get through the crowds of students hanging around outside the main doors. Heero eventually reached the doors before he turned, realising that Duo was no longer behind him. He sighed wearily when he realised that Duo had been stopped by Wufei and his gang.

Since his arrival at Seventh Street, Wufei had quickly gained a reputation as a person that was best avoided. The Chinese youth travelled around the school with a bunch of lackeys, glaring and intimidating anyone that fell short of Wufei's impossible standards. Wufei himself seemed quiet and unassuming, although his reticence only added to the air of danger that surrounded him.

When Heero had pushed his way back through the throngs of students he found Duo stood, his arms folded defiantly across his chest, facing Wufei and his idiots who were blocking his way to the doors. Wufei stood, his stance similar to Duo's, fixing the longhaired boy with a scornful smile.

"Well if it isn't Seventh Street's favourite onna" he said, turning back to his gang who nodded and grinned manically. Duo was an easy target with his distinctive style and lack of friends to back him up.

"Real funny Wufei" Duo said in reply, stressing his aggressor's name in a way that he knew wound him up. "When you gonna get some new material huh? That one's pretty old."

There were murmurings in the crowd as Duo stood his ground. Not many people did and Wufei obviously didn't like it. Within the throngs of bloodthirsty students, Heero groaned as he realised that he would soon have to come to Duo's defence if things turned nasty.

"Come on then, onna!" Wufei said challengingly, "Try to get past me."

Duo eyes narrowed in response before a wide grin spread across his face. "Whatever you say, Wu-man!"

Temporarily stunned both by the boy's acceptance of his challenge and the derogatory way he had butchered his name, Wufei shook his head disapprovingly. He was about to launch himself at the longhaired boy when a body moved across his path, blocking his access to his target. Realising it was the idiot's Japanese friend, he began to grapple with the new challenger, oblivious to the teacher who was pushing his way through to the fighting boys. Duo had also launched himself into the fray, trying to prise Wufei off his friend.

"Okay, break it up!" Mr Jones yelled as he waded in to separate them. He held the youths at arms length, glaring at them both murderously.

"Chang Wufei!" he said addressing the Chinese boy he was currently gripping by the shoulder. "Are you responsible for this?"

The black-haired boy put on his best pout as he tried to place the blame on Heero and Duo. "Why'd you always think it's me? They started it!"

Wufei glared past the teacher at Duo, who was pulling faces behind the gym master's back. As Mr Jones turned, Duo's expression instantly changed into one of mock contrition, his large violet eyes filled with apparent remorse.

"I sincerely doubt that Mr Chang," Mr Jones continued, "consider yourself on a week's detention. Mr Maxwell, Yuy get to your classes please."

Wufei was about to protest as Duo pulled another face deliberately to antagonise him. Enraged, the Chinese boy tried to grab the braided boy as he made his way up the stairs but Mr Jones caught him first.

"Make that two weeks, Wufei."

The last sound Wufei heard before being dragged off by his gang was the sound of Duo's distinctive laughter as he disappeared down the corridor.

Later on that day Heero made his way into the canteen, trying to search out his faithful companion. Duo's love of food was legendary and during any free period, it was safe to assume that Duo would be in the canteen consuming his weight in junk food. Today was no exception. He eventually spotted the longhaired boy sat with a couple of other boys that he vaguely recognised from one of Duo's classes. From what Duo had said they were a 'couple' of boys in every sense of the word. As Heero approached, the small blonde boy smiled shyly leaning into his taller, dark-haired boyfriend.

"Hey Heero," Duo said between mouthfuls of some custard-covered concoction, "you remember Quatre and Trowa right?"

Heero nodded a greeting, a gesture that was mimicked by the taciturn Trowa. Quatre smiled and said 'hiya' before inviting Heero to join them. The Japanese boy shook his head before explaining that he was off to the library to catch up on some studying. Duo grimaced as if he had swallowed something unpleasant, leaving Heero to deduce that he would be going to the library alone.

Duo had laughed long and hard when Heero had once told him he actually enjoyed spending time in the library. For Duo, the enforced silence was like a Chinese water torture, but Heero relished being in an environment where talking was positively frowned on. Once there, he took a seat, removed the books from his bag and attempted to settle down to do some studying. It was several minutes before he realised that he kept rereading the same paragraph again and again. Looking up, he quickly became aware of the reason for his distraction. Sat on a separate table just across from Heero's desk were two students having a not-so-quiet conversation. He was about to tell them to shut up when he realised who the voices belonged to.

In front of him sat the exquisite creature known to all of Seventh Street as Relena Peacecraft. Naturally pretty and popular, Relena had her pick of her admirers, of which there were many. Her boyfriend was the equally popular captain of the football team; one Treize Khushrenada. Treize was immensely rich and handsome, which accounted for his popularity a lot better than his personality, which quite frankly, stank. Treize was rude and obnoxious and obviously treated Relena like a trophy girlfriend.

Captivated by Relena's beauty, Heero reached into his bag for his sketchpad, suddenly feeling the urge to draw her. Much to his father's disapproval, Heero's enthusiasm lay in his artwork, an avenue he most definitely wanted to pursue at college. Odin Yuy however had other ideas. He wanted Heero to attend a business school where he could become a regular high earning suit. Somehow, Heero couldn't share his father's image of the future.

Working quickly he soon had a rough image of the girl before him. As he looked up to study the shape of her features, she happened to glance his way and noticed him watching her. They made eye contact briefly until Treize, noticing the direction of Relena's gaze, turned around in his seat to glare at the Japanese boy. Taking Relena's face in his hands, he guided her back to face him before kissing her passionately, obviously for Heero's benefit. In disgust, Heero snapped his book shut and started to pack away his things. He glanced back to where Relena sat just in time to see Treize waving at him mockingly. Heero was slightly cheered to see that Relena obviously didn't share his joke, her own expression one of embarrassment at her boyfriend's antics.

Relena wasn't far from Heero's thoughts for the rest of the day. His preoccupation with the blonde haired beauty was rewarded with another sighting of her towards the end of the school day. Heero was alone in the art block finishing off one of his many paintings when he heard a familiar voice talking in hushed tones just outside the room. He edged to the door in time to see Treize speaking to a slender young lady who most definitely was not Relena. Their mannerisms however indicated that they were well acquainted with each other enough to be mistaken for a happy couple. From his vantage point Heero was just in time to catch the tail end of their conversation.

"Trust," he heard Treize say in his cool, assured tones, "is the basis of any relationship. And I trust you."

Heero watched as the football captain reached out a hand to stroke the girl's pale cheek.

"Now I want you to stay close," he continued, twirling the girl's chestnut locks between his fingers, "but not too close. You back off when I say, okay?"

Heero watched the girl nod, clearly entranced by the handsome young man before her. Treize leaned in to kiss her as the sound of footfalls appeared from down the corridor. Relena, her arms laden with books, had noticed Treize in the distance with the girl, although from the angle she was approaching at, it wasn't clear exactly what Treize was doing. Irrespective of what she could and couldn't see, she looked less than pleased to see her boyfriend stood so close to another attractive young student. On noticing his approaching girlfriend, Treize quickly sent the brunette on her way so that she had left the building before Relena had gotten close. Clearly upset, Relena continued to walk past Treize, initially ignoring him as her called her name.

"Hey," the muscular blonde said as he followed Relena up to her locker. "Wanna go to your place?"

Silence.

"Relena, what's wrong?" he said, feigning innocence. "She's a friend of my little sister's. Her brother was in a pretty bad car accident and she was a little upset."

He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender as she glared at him scornfully. "I know you're coming, I'm waiting for you so why would I be trying to hit on another girl?" Be serious Relena."

Heero watched as Relena scuffed the floor with her shoe, avoiding Treize's hungry gaze.

"How can you be so beautiful and so insecure at the same time?" he heard Treize say as the football captain stared at his girlfriend sadly. "Trust, is the basis of any relationship. And I trust you."

Heero could barely contain his anger as he watched Treize lean forward and kiss Relena gently on the forehead. He looked on as Treize removed his signet ring and placed it on one of Relena's fingers.

"I want to give you this," Treize breathed, "Now I'll go and get the car and I'll meet you around the front."

He kissed Relena again before strolling off down the corridor with his usual self-assured swagger. Relena stood for a moment leaning against her locker wearily. She gazed down briefly at the ring nestled safely on her finger before rolling her eyes towards the heavens and sighing heavily. Suddenly she became aware of the pair of eyes watching her from across the deserted hallway. She glanced at Heero briefly, giving him a nervous smile as he raised his hand in a mock salute. Unsure how the respond, Relena grabbed her bag and books and hurried off down the corridor to her awaiting chariot.

TBC…