Alarm Clock
By Mandelarae
Disclaimer: Me no own Gundam Wing, so you no sue, hokay? ^_~
Ring, ring, ring…
Each ring grew louder and louder until neither could bear it anymore.
"Turn the goddamned alarm clock off," he ordered.
"I'm not your servant girl," she retorted huffily, her words slightly muffled by the pillow that was covering her face.
"A wife is a husband's servant," he said in a commander-like tone.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
So both lay in silence, waiting for the other to give in and turn off the alarm clock, which obviously wasn't going to turn off by itself.
"Must not give in," was his silent mantra. So through gritted teeth, he listened to the alarm clock cheerfully ringing and making its presence known in the bedroom of the two young people who shared it. He closed his eyes and begged that she give in and turn the alarm clock off. "Must not show that I am weak…"
Fat chance.
The girl was lying on her side, her face turned away from him. And she was thinking along the same line, too.
"I should show him who's the boss," she declared, pulling the blanket over her head.
He sat up and looked at her. "What? Now you're going to suffocate yourself because you're losing to me? A specimen of manhood?"
"Please don't make me throw up," she groaned.
Twenty minutes later…
"That's it. I can't take it anymore," he said, sitting up straight in bed and reaching for the alarm clock, the poor, innocent little alarm clock who had done nothing but loyally serve its masters day after day by waking them up at a quarter to seven.
"So, you give in?" she asked gleefully, emerging from beneath the covers.
"No. I give up."
"That's the same as giving in," she argued.
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it's not!"
"Yes, it is! Giving up and giving in are the same thing!"
"Whatever."
He heaved the big plastic clock out the window.
A sound of a cat screeching could be heard.
"I think you hit the neighbor's cat," she said, peering out the window.
"Good," he answered, stretching and scratching his armpits on the way out. "At least we won't wake up to find the garbage cans pawed through anymore."
"That's true," she agreed.
"Heero?"
"What NOW, Relena?"
"Good shot."
"Thanks."
Owari.
By Mandelarae
Disclaimer: Me no own Gundam Wing, so you no sue, hokay? ^_~
Ring, ring, ring…
Each ring grew louder and louder until neither could bear it anymore.
"Turn the goddamned alarm clock off," he ordered.
"I'm not your servant girl," she retorted huffily, her words slightly muffled by the pillow that was covering her face.
"A wife is a husband's servant," he said in a commander-like tone.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
So both lay in silence, waiting for the other to give in and turn off the alarm clock, which obviously wasn't going to turn off by itself.
"Must not give in," was his silent mantra. So through gritted teeth, he listened to the alarm clock cheerfully ringing and making its presence known in the bedroom of the two young people who shared it. He closed his eyes and begged that she give in and turn the alarm clock off. "Must not show that I am weak…"
Fat chance.
The girl was lying on her side, her face turned away from him. And she was thinking along the same line, too.
"I should show him who's the boss," she declared, pulling the blanket over her head.
He sat up and looked at her. "What? Now you're going to suffocate yourself because you're losing to me? A specimen of manhood?"
"Please don't make me throw up," she groaned.
Twenty minutes later…
"That's it. I can't take it anymore," he said, sitting up straight in bed and reaching for the alarm clock, the poor, innocent little alarm clock who had done nothing but loyally serve its masters day after day by waking them up at a quarter to seven.
"So, you give in?" she asked gleefully, emerging from beneath the covers.
"No. I give up."
"That's the same as giving in," she argued.
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it's not!"
"Yes, it is! Giving up and giving in are the same thing!"
"Whatever."
He heaved the big plastic clock out the window.
A sound of a cat screeching could be heard.
"I think you hit the neighbor's cat," she said, peering out the window.
"Good," he answered, stretching and scratching his armpits on the way out. "At least we won't wake up to find the garbage cans pawed through anymore."
"That's true," she agreed.
"Heero?"
"What NOW, Relena?"
"Good shot."
"Thanks."
Owari.