Quatre Winner\'s Diary
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Gundam Wing/AC › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
84
Views:
2,923
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Feb 11th
Febuary: The Truth Comes Out
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Tuesday, Feb. 11th
3:15 pm
Yesterday I told Dad about the whole Nani incident and she was out of here faster then you could say pink slip. Turns out, she was fooling around with one of the vice presidents and he somehow managed to get her into the secretarial pool. She used to be an exotic dancer. Funny isn’t it?
When I came in this morning there was a new secretary sitting in the recently vacated desk. She was kind of mousy looking, with slightly tames sandy blonde hair and innocent wide pale grey-blue eyes. She told me that her name was Lucy Moran [1] and she hoped that we could be really good friends before swearing she’d never forget to give me a message or allow me to miss an appointment. Then she started rattling on about her boyfriend Andy who was a cop and how they came from a small town in Northeaster Washington where she worked as the receptionist at the local police station. Really when you get her going she can talk longer then Duo, and in excruciating detail.
In actuality, I really like her. She even has a picture of her kid and boyfriend on her desk. It’s absolutely adorable. They look like such a happy family. And she’s hoping that they might have the money to finally get married. That and if I’m really nice, I might be able to get some juicy crime stories out of her. I know it was a small town, and they’re all probably locals getting pulled in on drunk driving charges, but still…it could be fun.
Yeah, I know. I’m using Nani’s departure and Lucy’s arrival to hide what’s really going on, but you know what. I don’t want to think about Trowa…or Trowa trying to kiss me…or how I felt being that close to him…or the fact that I’ll be single on Valentine’s Day again. Nope, I don’t need anyone right now. What I need to do is concentrate on work and leave it at that. I fucked up, big time, but I have to get past that. Move on. There are more men in the world then Dr. Trowa Barton, and when I’m ready, I’ll go find me one. Yup.
7:34pm
So that whole “I don’t need a man thing” lasted three hours. I think I’m getting better. The problem is, I really don’t need a man, I want one. And I know which one I want. I want Trowa. That’s what I want. I don’t need him. I want him, and there’s a big difference. Big difference.
Yeah, so I want him. I just have to have self-control. I don’t want this to become that whole “Thank you for helping come to grips with my sexuality, I’ll always love you but I don’t need you anymore” kind of thing with him. When he comes into my life, I want it to be more permanent. Something solid, built on something solid. So what if I’m sexually frustrated? So what if every time I think of him I become instantly hard? I want a god damned relationship that’s not based on solely on sex. I want the whole kit and caboodle. The cooing. The quiet, comfortable time. The sweet, perfect, movie-style, romantic moments. And if that all comes in one incredibly sexy package with the equally enticing bonus of great sex, well then all the better. But with Trowa, it’s going to be all or nothing.
1. As a temporary resident of Spokane, and a David Lynch fan, I though it would be funny to use a character from Twin Peaks. For those of you who haven’t seen the series, or even heard of it, it was a television show that aired in the early ninties. If you have 48 hours free, rent it sometime. It’s more then worth the time.
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Tuesday, Feb. 11th
3:15 pm
Yesterday I told Dad about the whole Nani incident and she was out of here faster then you could say pink slip. Turns out, she was fooling around with one of the vice presidents and he somehow managed to get her into the secretarial pool. She used to be an exotic dancer. Funny isn’t it?
When I came in this morning there was a new secretary sitting in the recently vacated desk. She was kind of mousy looking, with slightly tames sandy blonde hair and innocent wide pale grey-blue eyes. She told me that her name was Lucy Moran [1] and she hoped that we could be really good friends before swearing she’d never forget to give me a message or allow me to miss an appointment. Then she started rattling on about her boyfriend Andy who was a cop and how they came from a small town in Northeaster Washington where she worked as the receptionist at the local police station. Really when you get her going she can talk longer then Duo, and in excruciating detail.
In actuality, I really like her. She even has a picture of her kid and boyfriend on her desk. It’s absolutely adorable. They look like such a happy family. And she’s hoping that they might have the money to finally get married. That and if I’m really nice, I might be able to get some juicy crime stories out of her. I know it was a small town, and they’re all probably locals getting pulled in on drunk driving charges, but still…it could be fun.
Yeah, I know. I’m using Nani’s departure and Lucy’s arrival to hide what’s really going on, but you know what. I don’t want to think about Trowa…or Trowa trying to kiss me…or how I felt being that close to him…or the fact that I’ll be single on Valentine’s Day again. Nope, I don’t need anyone right now. What I need to do is concentrate on work and leave it at that. I fucked up, big time, but I have to get past that. Move on. There are more men in the world then Dr. Trowa Barton, and when I’m ready, I’ll go find me one. Yup.
7:34pm
So that whole “I don’t need a man thing” lasted three hours. I think I’m getting better. The problem is, I really don’t need a man, I want one. And I know which one I want. I want Trowa. That’s what I want. I don’t need him. I want him, and there’s a big difference. Big difference.
Yeah, so I want him. I just have to have self-control. I don’t want this to become that whole “Thank you for helping come to grips with my sexuality, I’ll always love you but I don’t need you anymore” kind of thing with him. When he comes into my life, I want it to be more permanent. Something solid, built on something solid. So what if I’m sexually frustrated? So what if every time I think of him I become instantly hard? I want a god damned relationship that’s not based on solely on sex. I want the whole kit and caboodle. The cooing. The quiet, comfortable time. The sweet, perfect, movie-style, romantic moments. And if that all comes in one incredibly sexy package with the equally enticing bonus of great sex, well then all the better. But with Trowa, it’s going to be all or nothing.
1. As a temporary resident of Spokane, and a David Lynch fan, I though it would be funny to use a character from Twin Peaks. For those of you who haven’t seen the series, or even heard of it, it was a television show that aired in the early ninties. If you have 48 hours free, rent it sometime. It’s more then worth the time.