AN: I know its short. But I like it. Just some dribble I have been working on. Enjoy!
Looks Like Rain
Trowa and I? how do I explain...well, the two of us met a few years ago. I remember it well, I was struggling to find my umbrella...
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the sound startled me, so I jumped and made a noise. when I turned around, there was a strapping young man holding an umbrella over my head. he was smiling.
"Oh thank you so much!" I cry, pulling myself together. "Trowa." he said. "Oh! NO...Sorry, my name is Quatre." I say. "I'm Trowa..." He said simply. I laugh. "OH! Sorry, gosh I don't know where my head is today! I must look like a fool to you!"
"I've seen worse." he said. I was stricken. the tone in his voice was so soft. his features were striking. in other words, he was good-looking. I was fumbling on my words as i spoke to him. then it dawned on me...
"I'm sorry...now I've forgotten your name." I say sheepishly.
"Trowa." his tone a bit more harsh. hardly know the guy and already pissing him off. he looked back over at me, and I smile. "So, where you off to?" he asks. I jump at the chance. "My place or yours?" I say with a hopeful grin. He snorts a bit of laughter and outstretched tword my apartment building across the street.
"How did...how did you know!?" I yelp out. he leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, "because I moved in across the hall yesterday." I look into his green glinting eyes and he winks. then he stood upright and looked into the drizzle. "And how presumptuous of you." he looked down at me. "Who said I was taking you home."
So there you have it. that's how we met. Quite a story. You had to be there I guess. It doesnt seem like much I know. But to me, It was everything. that's the day my life began. so its one of the best stories I got. of corse I could tell you about the Beast in the Bottom...but that's for another time...
THE END