Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Entertaining Angels ❯ Chapter 3

Standard Disclaimer: I want them, but the Gundam boys aren't mine. I'm just using them for my own twisted purposes. I promise I'll give them back.

Warnings: It's still AU and Trowa's POV, some more shonen ai hints (Tro-bear is getting a little more obvious), some Relena bashing (sorry Rel-fans), and humor (I hope)

A/N: I have worked a long time on this I hope you like. Only one chapter left. I don't own Weezer or their songs either. I just own cds.

Entertaining Angels
By Solanum Dulcamara

Part 3:


His voice is a soft breath against my neck as he once again says, "Thank you."

"Anytime," I answer, and I mean it. Grasping Duo gently by the shoulders, I pull him back slightly and peer into the wide hyacinth eyes. I drown in the glorious depths, feeling as if I might glimpse a bit of his soul. I search his lean form, waves of hair, soft lips, stretched in a shy smile, and the eyes that tell too many tales of sorrow, and them remember he's been driving all day. "You haven't stopped at all today, have you?"

He ducks his head, and his bangs dance slightly as he shakes it.

"And you haven't eaten today either?"

Once again, a shake of the downcast head indicates a "no."

"Hungry?"

He looks at me grinning. "Starving," he laughs.

"We're almost at the next town... we can stop at Sonny's. It's all you can eat day. That way you can make up for the meals that you missed." (1)

His smile widens and I swear he looks like a kid on Christmas morning, "That'd be awesome!" He settles into his previous position; cross-legged, sideways in the seat, facing me, as I pull the car back onto the road. He continues to watch me, but it doesn't make me nervous anymore, in fact, I kinda like it.

As we near the town, he says, "I like your hair."

I almost drive straight off of the road. My chin must be sitting on the steering wheel. How can anyone like the monstrosity on my head? "How?" I manage to choke out.

"It's unique. Plus, the way it falls over one of your eyes gives you an untouchable air of mystery. Very cool."

I look at him dumbfounded, "Heero thinks I should cut it."

He frowns slightly, "Who's Heero?"

I motion at a picture on the dashboard. In it, a smaller blonde boy has his arms wrapped around the neck of a slightly taller boy with messy dark hair. They both wear button downs; the blonde's pink, the brunette's white. Although they both have blue eyes, the blonde's have hints of green. Both boys smile contentedly.

Duo eyes the picture a moment, "The blonde?"

"Nah, that's Quatre."

Duo wrinkles his nose, looking at the dark-haired boy in the picture, "Like he has room to talk. It looks like a small rodent has taken up permanent residence in his hair."

We both burst out laughing. It's the first time I've ever heard someone criticize anything about Heero.

He looks back at the picture, before asking, "And they are?"

"I've known Heero for, well, most of my life. He's my best friend. Quatre's a friend from school."

"A music major?"

"How do you do that?!"

"Call it a gift."

"Right... well, Heero and I were pretty inseparable, until I made the mistake of introducing him to Quatre. It's not really a mistake. They're both happy. Living together, in fact. But I have faded into the background."

"That sucks. Losing two friends at once."

"Yeah," we pull into the parking lot of Sonny's.

"Well," he winks at me, "At least you gained a new one today," and hops out of The Toad. I watch him as he does so... this is so much more than I could ever ask for.

We are seated at a booth without event and sit quietly, waiting for our server. A rather robust woman, poured into a pair of lycra pants with electric blue eye shadow and scary bangs that look like a life form all their own approaches our table, chomping on gum, much like a cow chews cud. "What can I do for ya?" she asks in an annoyingly nasal voice.

"We'll take two all you can eat beef specials," I answer, as flatly as possible.

"And to drink?"

"I'll have Sprite."

She scribbles on her pad before turning to Duo. He smiles at her sweetly and gravely asks, "Do you have Sprite?"

She looks at him as if he's just grown a second head, but his expression remains sincere, "Well?"

"But he just... and..." she motions in my general direction, getting more and more flustered by the second. I begin to worry that she might choke on that wad of gum.

"Do you, or don't you?" he presses.

"Of course we do!" she bursts, throwing her arms up.

"Good," he smiles, "I'll have Cherry Coke." (2)

I think she's fighting a heart attack... either that, or a nervous breakdown. With pursed lips and puffed cheeks, she hmphs before turning heel and shuffling back to the kitchen. As soon as she's out of hearing range, we collapse into a fit of laughter.

"Did you see her face?" I manage between gasps.

"Yeah... Priceless... Doesn't she look like she could be Relena 30 years from now?"

I stop laughing to think about the reigning pop princess, and then I think back to our fashion-deprived waitress. "Not so ironically, yes. I can see Relena in ill-fitting clothing and poorly applied make-up, in about 30 years. In fact, it's not much of a stretch from her current attire."

We both take a minute to ponder the future of the cheesy pop star, before falling back into our previous state of uncontrollable laughter.

The waitress bustles up to our table and deposits our drinks without a word or a smile.

"That's the problem with the world today," Duo asserts, stirring his drink with his straw.

"What's that?"

"No one has a sense of humor."

I smile as he takes an experimental taste. He seems to revel in the flavor and smiles at me, again. I smile back. It's infectious when he smiles. I don't think I've smiled as much, collectively, in my life, as I have tonight.

The waitress returns and plops down two plates teaming with barbeque beef, coleslaw, and garlic bread. "Thanks," I offer.

"Whatever," she mumbles, walking away.

"My aren't we a people person?" Duo asks her retreating back.

I stifle more laughter as I start in on the food. Duo's vibrant eyes travel over the three sauces; spicy, sweet, and original, before grabbing all three and creating a rather dubious looking concoction. I watch carefully as he dips a finger into the mixture and brings it to his mouth for a taste. I can't tear my eyes away, partially curious about the flavor, but mostly mesmerized by the slender digit disappearing behind the supple pink lips. I think I may have stopped breathing... I'm not sure. The only thing I am aware of is that mouth wrapped around his finger. My thoughts are fast heading down a dangerous path. He unknowingly rescues me by making a small sound of approval and slathering his beef with his creation.

I alternate between eating and watching him eat. His mouth does this thing when he chews. I can't really describe it, except to say that it's one of the cutest things I've ever seen. I could watch him eat forever... and I think I almost might. Twelve plates later, he looks up at me, smiling and says simply, "I'm full."

"No kidding," I laugh in the direction of his stack of plates.

"Oh," he rolls his eyes, "Like you're so much better," he replies pointing to my stack of eight plates.

"Okay. Okay," I relent, holding my hands up in mock defeat, "We both tried to eat them out of business."

The waitress returns, a sour expression twisting her features, "Are you two quite finished?"

We nod sheepishly before she reaches across the table to grab our plates. As she pulls Duo's 12 towards her, she slaps the check onto the table. She stacks mine on his, and makes her way to the kitchen. Duo leans across the table while she's still in hearing range and loudly whispers, "She scares me."

For a moment, I think she might throw the plates at us, but it would be worth it to see the look on her face. I see Duo reach for the bill, but I quickly cut him off. Snatching it up, I look over the meager amount and toss $24 on the table, and stand.

"But?" he begins to protest.

"But what? It's on me."

He only smiles, God, I love when he smiles, and stands up next to me. I hold my arm out, "Shall we?"

He loops his arm in mine, "Let's." And we exit the small establishment arm in arm, giggling like schoolgirls. Yes, I am giggling. If only Heero could see me now. It doesn't cross my mind that we're leaving a Southern barbeque establishment that's probably full of judgemental rednecks. Quite frankly, I couldn't care less who if anyone stares at us. Nothing can ruin this night.

As we climb back into The Toad, he asks, "So, what's the next stop on our trip to nowhere?"

I think for a second before an idea hits me, "I have a thought..."

"What?" he asks excitedly.

"It's a surprise," I give my most mysterious smile. It must have worked because he wiggles happily and lets out something akin to a squeal.

We drive along in the direction we had previously come. He flips through the radio stations, stopping briefly to grimace. The sounds of Relena's new hit single, "I'm Right Here (Come and Kill Me)" momentarily fill my car, before he quickly resumes his search. Familiar chords flow through the air before we both start singing along:

/Oo wee oo I look just like Buddy Holley
Uh oh You're a Mary Tyler Moore./

"Weezer," I nod my head in approval.

He grins, "Yeah, and this song is like, everyone's first alternative song."(3)

I think for a moment, "You know, you're right." We share another smile before singing along with the rest of the song.

After several minutes of quiet, I ask, "Do you need to get anything else from Sweet Thing?"

"Nah. Leave her sorry ass where it is."

Within moments, we pass the gold Saturn and I notice a large crack in the front fender. That car has been through a lot, apparently. And we continue on our way.



(1) I don't care what anyone says. I like Sonny's Real Pit BBQ.
(2) My then fiance now husband actually pulled this stunt at a restaurant. I laughed my ass off.
(3) If you are part of the same age group as me (and as I have made the G-boys for this story) which is late college, you'll remember that this song was one of the first big alternative songs when we were in middle school. I've spoken to many friends and they agree that this is the "first alternative song."