She woke up in terror. She screamed and thrashed and finally sat upright in
her four-poster-bed. Sadly, the nightmare was not just a dream. He had
really gone. After he said he'd never leave her......
They were at college. The girls knew each other as did the boys, but the two groups had no clue of the other's existence. Somehow, they ended up becoming the greatest of friends... and more.
Everyone had a dorm room in a little cabin on the quiet side of the campus. As the boys walked in, they found names on the door. In the first wide floor was a large open room. In this contained a kitchen, a dining room, a lounge and a kind of foyer. In the far right corner were some stairs and a door to the right of them. That was the first room. It was labeled "Mica, Max". None of the boys' names were on this paper, so they went upstairs. This was only a slender hall with a banister, so you could overlook the whole rest of the cabin from this top point. There were three rooms upstairs. The one on the far left was labeled "Kat, Meg", so the boys turned and looked at the middle-most door. It read "Quatre, Duo" This meant that he blonde Arabian would be bunking with the braided American. What a couple...
As the other two boys trudged down the hall to what would be their room. The sign on the door verified this by reading "Trowa, Heero". The Japanese boy grumbled, and the former clown despised seeing his name- which wasn't really his name- written in bold... well actually written anywhere. Heero entered the room with his bag, continuing to grumble, while Trowa just stood there, staring at the paper which bore his name. A few moments later, Duo popped his head out of his door and called
"Hey, Trowa! Are you just gonna admire that piece of crap all day?"
The pointy-haired one spoke no words but seemed to comprehend the braided pilot's remark...... flippant as it was. He entered the cabin room.
At this moment, the cabin door flew open to reveal four seemingly perky girls. One, dressed in light shades of teal and pink, was snapping away with her camera almost carelessly, admiring everything she saw a great deal. Another, looking like a punk with a nose ring and a pyro shirt was going on and on about how cute the fabrics, chairs, fridge and just about everything else was around the place. The third looked quite sporty in her casual-looking soccer shirt and black capris, and was counting to the thousands while bouncing a soccer ball on her foot. The last looked very gothic in all black and dark makeup smeared everywhere possible, however she ran to the desk in the lounge area to check if there was paper and pencils. When she found there was, she squealed like a guinea pig several times and ran over to the group, trouncing over the sportive girl and making her flush with rage as her count was lost. ~Editorial note: Click here to see Max and Mica Click here to see Meg and Kat~
When all of their many bags of luggage had been brought in, they copied the young pilots by looking at the posted signs. The shutterbug and sporty- spice entered the room labeled "Mica, Max", and the other two bounced up the stairs to their room. The pyro girl tore off for the door and slammed it into the gothic one's nose flat on.
The dark one screamed,
"MEG! I swear I will so get you for this!"
Meg, snickering inside the locked dorm room called back,
"Yeah right, Kat! Like you ever do!!!"
At the sound of Kat's shrill voice, all of the roommates poked their heads out of the rooms to see what all the clamor was about. Mica and Max just shrugged it off, like they were used to it, while the other boys seemed intrigued by this argument.
All at once, the guys stepped out of their rooms offering help, and Kat accepted. Heero came forward without a word and harshly punched the doorknob straight on. Amazingly, the door flew right open! Meg stood inside the room, half naked and tomato red. Heero mimicked her colour and stared. The peace loving, blonde, but sane Quatre closed the door slowly as the other boys complained quietly, ignoring their objections. All of a sudden, from the silence, Duo spoke;
"So...... What's her name?"
Kat chuckled and replied smugly,
"Her? Oh, she's nobody. If you want some REAL excitement you should ask for me. My name's Kat."
The Arabian giggled and rebounded,
" Yeah, but what have you done for us lately?"
Trowa managed to crack a smile at this, but quickly headed back to his room where Heero had already gone.
Quatre and Duo watched him go. Right then Duo noticed the sign on the door,
"Well, if you're Kat then she must be Meg... am I right?"
Kat seemed very unimpressed and shrugged as she turned into her room slamming the door behind her.
"Now SHE'S a live wire!" Duo remarked. Quatre sweatdropped and they went back to their room.
They were at college. The girls knew each other as did the boys, but the two groups had no clue of the other's existence. Somehow, they ended up becoming the greatest of friends... and more.
Everyone had a dorm room in a little cabin on the quiet side of the campus. As the boys walked in, they found names on the door. In the first wide floor was a large open room. In this contained a kitchen, a dining room, a lounge and a kind of foyer. In the far right corner were some stairs and a door to the right of them. That was the first room. It was labeled "Mica, Max". None of the boys' names were on this paper, so they went upstairs. This was only a slender hall with a banister, so you could overlook the whole rest of the cabin from this top point. There were three rooms upstairs. The one on the far left was labeled "Kat, Meg", so the boys turned and looked at the middle-most door. It read "Quatre, Duo" This meant that he blonde Arabian would be bunking with the braided American. What a couple...
As the other two boys trudged down the hall to what would be their room. The sign on the door verified this by reading "Trowa, Heero". The Japanese boy grumbled, and the former clown despised seeing his name- which wasn't really his name- written in bold... well actually written anywhere. Heero entered the room with his bag, continuing to grumble, while Trowa just stood there, staring at the paper which bore his name. A few moments later, Duo popped his head out of his door and called
"Hey, Trowa! Are you just gonna admire that piece of crap all day?"
The pointy-haired one spoke no words but seemed to comprehend the braided pilot's remark...... flippant as it was. He entered the cabin room.
At this moment, the cabin door flew open to reveal four seemingly perky girls. One, dressed in light shades of teal and pink, was snapping away with her camera almost carelessly, admiring everything she saw a great deal. Another, looking like a punk with a nose ring and a pyro shirt was going on and on about how cute the fabrics, chairs, fridge and just about everything else was around the place. The third looked quite sporty in her casual-looking soccer shirt and black capris, and was counting to the thousands while bouncing a soccer ball on her foot. The last looked very gothic in all black and dark makeup smeared everywhere possible, however she ran to the desk in the lounge area to check if there was paper and pencils. When she found there was, she squealed like a guinea pig several times and ran over to the group, trouncing over the sportive girl and making her flush with rage as her count was lost. ~Editorial note: Click here to see Max and Mica Click here to see Meg and Kat~
When all of their many bags of luggage had been brought in, they copied the young pilots by looking at the posted signs. The shutterbug and sporty- spice entered the room labeled "Mica, Max", and the other two bounced up the stairs to their room. The pyro girl tore off for the door and slammed it into the gothic one's nose flat on.
The dark one screamed,
"MEG! I swear I will so get you for this!"
Meg, snickering inside the locked dorm room called back,
"Yeah right, Kat! Like you ever do!!!"
At the sound of Kat's shrill voice, all of the roommates poked their heads out of the rooms to see what all the clamor was about. Mica and Max just shrugged it off, like they were used to it, while the other boys seemed intrigued by this argument.
All at once, the guys stepped out of their rooms offering help, and Kat accepted. Heero came forward without a word and harshly punched the doorknob straight on. Amazingly, the door flew right open! Meg stood inside the room, half naked and tomato red. Heero mimicked her colour and stared. The peace loving, blonde, but sane Quatre closed the door slowly as the other boys complained quietly, ignoring their objections. All of a sudden, from the silence, Duo spoke;
"So...... What's her name?"
Kat chuckled and replied smugly,
"Her? Oh, she's nobody. If you want some REAL excitement you should ask for me. My name's Kat."
The Arabian giggled and rebounded,
" Yeah, but what have you done for us lately?"
Trowa managed to crack a smile at this, but quickly headed back to his room where Heero had already gone.
Quatre and Duo watched him go. Right then Duo noticed the sign on the door,
"Well, if you're Kat then she must be Meg... am I right?"
Kat seemed very unimpressed and shrugged as she turned into her room slamming the door behind her.
"Now SHE'S a live wire!" Duo remarked. Quatre sweatdropped and they went back to their room.