Author: Anria Lalumin
Disclaimer: don't own them. Don't feel like arguing today.
Warnings: yaoi, bit of angst (although I don't think it's in this part), maybe humour somewhere (or more like bad attempts at it. . . .)
Pairings: 1x3, 2+1, 2+3, 4x5 eventually 1x2x3

::Lizards:: = sound effects

Thinking About Forever + Part 4

::BRIIIING!::

A rustling of sheets.

::BRIIIING!::

A loud groan. A pillow thrown in the direction of the ring.

::BRIIIING!::

Loud stomping. "All right, all right, I'm up already!"

The stomping resolved itself into a sleep-mussed Duo, yawning widely and scratching himself, pawing with the other hand at his braid. It had come partially undone in the night, and tendrils of hair were sticking out at odd angles.

::BRIIIING!::

"Christ! Gimme a minute, would ya? Jeez, you'd think people would have more courtesy than to ring at. . . ." he trailed off as he peered at the clock. "Eleven thirty? No way!"

::CLICK!::

::"Hi, you've reached the private line of Death. If you're intensely suicidal, emulate the intensely suicidal, have a deathwish or think the rest of us are idiots, leave a message at the beep. Ja!"::

Duo shook his head. It had been his little joke with the other pilots, since they were the only ones with that number, but he really needed to change that message. He threw himself down on the sofa, groaning and covering his eyes. The answering machine would get it.

::BEEP!::

::"Duo, I know you're there, so get up off your lazy ass and talk to me."::

Trowa. Great. I sooooo do not need to talk to you right now, buddy.

A pause. ::"Well, you're either asleep, ignoring me, or dancing around the apartment with your headphones on. I would like to meet you to talk. Meet me in the French café on Main at one."::

::CLICK!:: ::BEEP!:: ::WHIRR!::

Duo covered his face with his hands and groaned. He'd drunk far too much through the night after his little revelation and quite a bit into the morning, then collapsed. It looked like he'd slept through the next day and night, and wasted half of this one.

Hmph. Two days down the drain while I tried to kill the brain cells that remember I'm jealous of my two best friends. Trowa hadn't given him the option of not showing up, and he couldn't very well call him and say, 'I'm sorry, I can't come meet you, I have a hangover from drinking straight through the night after we met at the restaurant, and the early morning as well, then passed out. Yes, I do know I'm lucky not to have choked on my vomit. No, I'm not going to tell you why I drank so much. Oh, you don't care and you think I'm an idiot and I'm going to have to come meet you anyway or you'll come drag me? Well, screw you.'

"Great."

Duo let his arm flop off his face and off the couch, sprawled in boneless flop.

I should get up.

But it's so comfy here. . . .

Just a little longer. . . . I'll wake up in time. . . .

When Duo woke up it was quarter to one.

"ARGH!"

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