[[ You never know what you want
And you never say what you mean
But I start to go insane everytime that you look at me ]]
Lelouch is germophobic.
An in denial one, that is. In fact he doesn't believe he is one. In fact, I shouldn't be telling you this. Because technically I'm lying. Or so he wants to believe.
But because I already spilled the beans, I guess I should explain.
I mean, I already knew he always made sure everything was in perfect order, insisted that everything had to be numbered and symmetrical. He never allowed me to prepare food because I never left everything exactly as it was when I started and I always used, in his words, "uneven portions".
Oh, ignorant me, I didn't knew an uneven meal was the first step towards anarchy.
But an OCD sort of goes with Lelouch. He being scared of germs is what I'm scared of.
Because the other day he kind of just forced my head into the sink and scrubbed my scalp so hard I seriously through I was going bald, just because he through he saw a lice.
Er- long story.
Let's just say everytime he runs his fingers through my hair, half of me wants to just stay there and enjoy myself...
...and half of me wants to run for my freaking life.
"Suzaku, why the hell are you looking for wigs on E-Bay?"
[[ Hard as I try, I know I can't quit
Something about you is so addictive
We're falling together;
You'd think that by now I'd know
Cause here we go, go, go, go, go again ]]
Demi Lovato - Here we Go Again. Gosh, this fic just makes me realize how uncool is the music I listen to.
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