No one's paying me for this story.
I'm doing it for the G-Boys glory!
So please, Bandai, don't take offense
And don't go seeking recompense
I have no money (Sad, but true).
There is no point in trying to sue.
I know they're yours. I lay no claim,
(Although I think it quite a shame).
So take this as a compliment!
I think your cartoon Heaven-sent!
It's one of my life's greatest joys!
That's why I write about the boys.
(& one more thing I'm 'sposed to say:
In this fic, the boys are gay!)
Extra Virgin
by Jessie
It was nice, Wufei thought, not to be caught up in the middle of a war. The couch was warm and comfortable, the house was calm and quiet, and he had a nice thick book in his hands. It was about time he caught up on his reading, after all.
"Hey, Wufei!" Duo called from the kitchen, "I'm about to go to the store. Want anything?"
Wufei closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before he called back. "I think we're out of egg noodles. And get some vegetables, this time. I'm getting sick of all that junk you buy."
Duo's grinning head appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Hey man, just because I buy it doesn't mean *you* have to eat it!"
Suddenly, the conversation was interrupted as Quatre came flying down the stairs and into the living room. He looked decidedly disheveled - tousled and red-faced, his unbuttoned shirt flapping behind him like a cape. Perhaps most disturbing was the riding crop clutched tightly in his left hand.
"Sorry, Duo!" he called out as the two boys nearly collided in the kitchen door. "I'm in a hurry!"
He rummaged frantically for a moment in the cabinet over the sink, tossing bottles of cinnamon and cracked pepper over his shoulder in his haste. He crowed, triumphantly, and fled the room, holding a glass bottle.
As he dashed past Wufei on his way through the living room, he paused a moment to snicker at the label on the bottle.
"...'Extra virgin' -ha!"
And then he was up the stairs and out of sight before the other pilots could blink.
"Maxwell!" Wufei called out, once he had recovered from the shock, "You had better add 'olive oil' to that shopping list of your, because I am *NEVER* touching that bottle, again!"
*END*
I'm doing it for the G-Boys glory!
So please, Bandai, don't take offense
And don't go seeking recompense
I have no money (Sad, but true).
There is no point in trying to sue.
I know they're yours. I lay no claim,
(Although I think it quite a shame).
So take this as a compliment!
I think your cartoon Heaven-sent!
It's one of my life's greatest joys!
That's why I write about the boys.
(& one more thing I'm 'sposed to say:
In this fic, the boys are gay!)
Extra Virgin
by Jessie
It was nice, Wufei thought, not to be caught up in the middle of a war. The couch was warm and comfortable, the house was calm and quiet, and he had a nice thick book in his hands. It was about time he caught up on his reading, after all.
"Hey, Wufei!" Duo called from the kitchen, "I'm about to go to the store. Want anything?"
Wufei closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before he called back. "I think we're out of egg noodles. And get some vegetables, this time. I'm getting sick of all that junk you buy."
Duo's grinning head appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Hey man, just because I buy it doesn't mean *you* have to eat it!"
Suddenly, the conversation was interrupted as Quatre came flying down the stairs and into the living room. He looked decidedly disheveled - tousled and red-faced, his unbuttoned shirt flapping behind him like a cape. Perhaps most disturbing was the riding crop clutched tightly in his left hand.
"Sorry, Duo!" he called out as the two boys nearly collided in the kitchen door. "I'm in a hurry!"
He rummaged frantically for a moment in the cabinet over the sink, tossing bottles of cinnamon and cracked pepper over his shoulder in his haste. He crowed, triumphantly, and fled the room, holding a glass bottle.
As he dashed past Wufei on his way through the living room, he paused a moment to snicker at the label on the bottle.
"...'Extra virgin' -ha!"
And then he was up the stairs and out of sight before the other pilots could blink.
"Maxwell!" Wufei called out, once he had recovered from the shock, "You had better add 'olive oil' to that shopping list of your, because I am *NEVER* touching that bottle, again!"
*END*