Disclaimer: I obviously do not own gundam wing or the John Denver song I based and named this fic on.

Perhaps Love

Trowa was running in a storm, he had never overslept before. He cursed himself for waking up late today, for today was a valentine fundraiser, and he was put in charge of the kissing booth. He retraced how he got the job.

(Flashback)

“O.K.” said a blond man who sat on a couch tired from the hours of preparation “so Duo and Hilde will be in charge of the dunking booth, Catherine and I will be in charge of the baked goods and snack bar, Heero and Relena will be selling tickets, Wufie will be in charge of security, and Sally will be in charge of Wufie.”

“WHAT!” Wufie yelled as Quatre blushed.

“I mean first aid, first aid.” Quatre said correcting himself.

At this all the girls were giggling and Duo was laughing hysterically

“What about the kissing booth” Relena said between giggles.

“Well if we get one of us you girls will probably beat him up” Quatre said putting a hand on the back of his head.

“I’m single, I’ll do it.” Said Trowa from the back

At this everyone went wide eyed and looked at Trowa.

(End flashback)

He just entered the front of the gym; the others were setting up the place in a comfortable fashion. There was a portable fire in the center; he decided to warm up by it before setting up.

Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home

He set his booth up by the window; he thought it would get a pretty decent amount of customers. He wasn’t looking forward to this, yet at least it would help war orphans. Suddenly the door opened, in came duo in a swim suit pulling something in by a wagon of some sorts.

“Hey Trowa” Duo called already soaked. “Come over here”

Trowa walked over to see what it was; on the dunking tank was a picture of a clown with a mask just like his. Then at the bottom he noticed something he hadn’t seen in around 10 years. It was the upper part of a crucifix. He just picked it up and put it in his pocket. To try and get a certain thought out of his head.

Perhaps love is like a window
Perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself
And don’t know what to do
The memory of love will see you through

5 hours later

Quatre and Catherine were working on making cookies shaped like little hearts. Quatre was taking a sip from his hot coco when a buzzing sound followed by a splash made him jump and burn his lip.

“Ah,” he said while bringing his hand to his mouth “burned my lip”

Catherine walked up to him and said “well let me kiss it better.” In a sly tone of voice, while moving in for a kiss as strong, if not stronger than steel.

Meanwhile at the dunking booth, Duo had been dumped for the first time. He tried holding on yet ended up letting go when the plank fell.

When he reemerged by Hilde, he yelled “is that everything!” taunting the throwers.

The thrower that was up said “I don’t know let me check my tickets.”

With that he reached around his pocket and said “na that’s it.

Duo then asked HIlde “I feel I could make a living out of this.”

But Hilde’s attention was focused elsewhere. “Duo” she said in a somewhat shocked voice “is that what I think it is.”

Duo looked were she was pointing to see Wufie and Sally making out behind a cardboard cloud.

Oh, love to some is like a cloud
to some as strong as steel
for some a way of living
for some a way to feel
and some say love is holding on
and some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don’t know

Meanwhile back at the kissing booth Trowas lips were beginning to get numb. Next up was Dorothy and then he’d go on break.

He heard a voice behind Dorothy that said “it’s colder out there then the artic ocean in a storm.”

After he kissed Dorothy, and she walked there was thunder outside, and Trowa was in deep shock.

“Middie” he said, looking at her with a shocked face, only to be returned with the same shocked face saying “Nashi”

This had been the first time in ten years he’d seen Middie, he didn’t know what to do, and his mouth was as dry as a desert.

Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of pain
like a fire when it’s cold outside
or thunder when it rains

They just looked into each others eyes, for what seemed like hours before Trowa said “it’s been a while”

Middie responded “I know. I still don’t expect you to forgive me.”

Trowa then said “I’ve forgiven you years ago, yet I still expect you to hate me”

Middie then sighed and said “I wasn’t thinking, or… I duno”

They then began to move slowly towards one another.

If I should live forever

Closer

And all my dreams come true

Touchdown

My memories of love will be of you