Pretty Boys - Chapter One: Backstage
Summary: The life of Duo's band called Pretty Boys! 1X2 3X4 5X? ~ Might be original character
Warnings: Swearing, yaoi, later it might be a lemon. Oh yeah and Relena bashing! And Brittany Spears bashing. and oh what the heck! I bash anything I don't like!
Rating: R for language, sexual humor, sexual acts
-Gothy: (Does dramatic Heero's pose with her hand over her face) There will be a lemon; I will make sure of that! (Runs away, laughing like the manic she is)
-Nuriko: (smiles) Anyway, we don't own the Gundam Guys and the songs we are using from Incubus, Green Day, and etc. We aren't anywhere as talented. =P If I were I'd be a millionaire but I only have a couple of bucks and a Starbucks card. The computer's not even mine.
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From the backstage, I can hear all the fans screaming. There was still two hours before the concert even starts and the auditorium was already filled up.
I tied my hair into the braid I usually wore it in. I dug through my closet and looked for something I could wear for today's concert. Pulling out a pair of black leather pants, I slipped them on before my fellow drummer, Wufei, came in. He was wearing an open white shirt with his poofy pants. His hair was tied back in his common ponytail.
"Hey Wu! What's going on?" I smiled at him.
He muttered under his breath. Don't worry, Wufei fans. He is always like this before a concert. Trowa, my uni-banged guitarist, sat down by Wufei to explain to him what we would be doing instead of the original plan that I had not like. Trowa as usual was not dressed yet. He just wore his loose shorts.
I went back to dig in my closet for a black vest that I had planned to wear tonight.
Well, I am Duo. I'm the lead singer in this group called the Pretty Boys. Actually our original name was Gothy Pilots but soon it changed to Pretty Boys. I think it's mostly how I look! Am I gorgeous or what? Actually, the music industry didn't want us to have the name. I don't know why, it sounded cool, ne?
Milliardo is our producer. He's the one who called us the Pretty Boys. Blah! He's a cool looking guy with long blond hair almost as beautiful as mine. Although he has this annoying sister that hits on everyone. Ugh. If she acted a bit normal, I'd probably date her. Keyword is probably.
Oh and here she comes again. She is wearing a tight pink shirt and a really short mini skirt. You'd think she was trying to suffocate herself with her shirt. And her skirt's so short that you can see up her skirt even when you aren't trying to. Great, I've got bad mental pictures now.
She walks over to Wufei and Trowa and starts flirting with them. Thank God! I don't want to deal with her right now. I continued to look for my vest.
Aaa-ha! Found it! Pulling out a black leather vest, I slipped it on. Now to look for my shoes.
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"The concert will start in 10 minutes. So get ready!" Milliardo announced to us.
I sat on the couch. After 5 hours of looking for my clothes, I think I'll relax before we go out.
Trowa had just come back from the dressing room. He wore stripped red and black long pants. Typical Trowa. His key is comfort.
I started singing our new song really softly just so I don't forget the word. "Pretty boy is suffering while he confesses everything. Pretty soon he'll figure out what his intentions were about. And that's what you get for falling again; you can never get him out of your head and-ack!" I yelped as Relena appeared out of nowhere. "Relenaaaa! Go away!"
She bent over in front of me and smiled. "Hey Duo! What's, like, going on? Like, oh my god, like, is that a new outfit? Like it looks totally good on you! [1]" I kind of fazed out after that. I didn't hear anything else. Dude, she was practically shoving her breasts in my face. It's gross! For one, she had plastic surgery on them just to make them bigger like Brittany Spears. [2] Geez, can't you get cancer or something from doing that? Two, I don't like girls. Yes, that does mean that I like boys. It isn't that big of a deal. I don't think so anyway. But that doesn't mean that I don't want girls for friends! Just not Relena.
"Relena. Come over here." Milliardo to the rescue! Relena turned away from me and walked over to her brother but not before she shoved her ass in my face. I think I'll go boil my face off now.
******* Gothy: CLIFFHANFER! Actually no but I feel better for writing that!
*** (=^_^=) (=^_^=) (=^_^=) (=^_^=) HOW TO REMEMBER OUR PENNAME: Luv (Love) Tro (Trowa) 3Ladies (Us~) Heh, lots of people keep forgetting our pen~
[1] You know the way preps talk. They say 'like' and 'totally' like every other word. I know not all preps talk like that but. Let's just say we've had our share of bad preps. No offence to anyone, I hope!
[2] We do not like Brittany Spears. and it was on the news that she DID get plastic surgery on them things. so we're not lying. HA!
Summary: The life of Duo's band called Pretty Boys! 1X2 3X4 5X? ~ Might be original character
Warnings: Swearing, yaoi, later it might be a lemon. Oh yeah and Relena bashing! And Brittany Spears bashing. and oh what the heck! I bash anything I don't like!
Rating: R for language, sexual humor, sexual acts
-Gothy: (Does dramatic Heero's pose with her hand over her face) There will be a lemon; I will make sure of that! (Runs away, laughing like the manic she is)
-Nuriko: (smiles) Anyway, we don't own the Gundam Guys and the songs we are using from Incubus, Green Day, and etc. We aren't anywhere as talented. =P If I were I'd be a millionaire but I only have a couple of bucks and a Starbucks card. The computer's not even mine.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
From the backstage, I can hear all the fans screaming. There was still two hours before the concert even starts and the auditorium was already filled up.
I tied my hair into the braid I usually wore it in. I dug through my closet and looked for something I could wear for today's concert. Pulling out a pair of black leather pants, I slipped them on before my fellow drummer, Wufei, came in. He was wearing an open white shirt with his poofy pants. His hair was tied back in his common ponytail.
"Hey Wu! What's going on?" I smiled at him.
He muttered under his breath. Don't worry, Wufei fans. He is always like this before a concert. Trowa, my uni-banged guitarist, sat down by Wufei to explain to him what we would be doing instead of the original plan that I had not like. Trowa as usual was not dressed yet. He just wore his loose shorts.
I went back to dig in my closet for a black vest that I had planned to wear tonight.
Well, I am Duo. I'm the lead singer in this group called the Pretty Boys. Actually our original name was Gothy Pilots but soon it changed to Pretty Boys. I think it's mostly how I look! Am I gorgeous or what? Actually, the music industry didn't want us to have the name. I don't know why, it sounded cool, ne?
Milliardo is our producer. He's the one who called us the Pretty Boys. Blah! He's a cool looking guy with long blond hair almost as beautiful as mine. Although he has this annoying sister that hits on everyone. Ugh. If she acted a bit normal, I'd probably date her. Keyword is probably.
Oh and here she comes again. She is wearing a tight pink shirt and a really short mini skirt. You'd think she was trying to suffocate herself with her shirt. And her skirt's so short that you can see up her skirt even when you aren't trying to. Great, I've got bad mental pictures now.
She walks over to Wufei and Trowa and starts flirting with them. Thank God! I don't want to deal with her right now. I continued to look for my vest.
Aaa-ha! Found it! Pulling out a black leather vest, I slipped it on. Now to look for my shoes.
~~~~~~~
"The concert will start in 10 minutes. So get ready!" Milliardo announced to us.
I sat on the couch. After 5 hours of looking for my clothes, I think I'll relax before we go out.
Trowa had just come back from the dressing room. He wore stripped red and black long pants. Typical Trowa. His key is comfort.
I started singing our new song really softly just so I don't forget the word. "Pretty boy is suffering while he confesses everything. Pretty soon he'll figure out what his intentions were about. And that's what you get for falling again; you can never get him out of your head and-ack!" I yelped as Relena appeared out of nowhere. "Relenaaaa! Go away!"
She bent over in front of me and smiled. "Hey Duo! What's, like, going on? Like, oh my god, like, is that a new outfit? Like it looks totally good on you! [1]" I kind of fazed out after that. I didn't hear anything else. Dude, she was practically shoving her breasts in my face. It's gross! For one, she had plastic surgery on them just to make them bigger like Brittany Spears. [2] Geez, can't you get cancer or something from doing that? Two, I don't like girls. Yes, that does mean that I like boys. It isn't that big of a deal. I don't think so anyway. But that doesn't mean that I don't want girls for friends! Just not Relena.
"Relena. Come over here." Milliardo to the rescue! Relena turned away from me and walked over to her brother but not before she shoved her ass in my face. I think I'll go boil my face off now.
******* Gothy: CLIFFHANFER! Actually no but I feel better for writing that!
*** (=^_^=) (=^_^=) (=^_^=) (=^_^=) HOW TO REMEMBER OUR PENNAME: Luv (Love) Tro (Trowa) 3Ladies (Us~) Heh, lots of people keep forgetting our pen~
[1] You know the way preps talk. They say 'like' and 'totally' like every other word. I know not all preps talk like that but. Let's just say we've had our share of bad preps. No offence to anyone, I hope!
[2] We do not like Brittany Spears. and it was on the news that she DID get plastic surgery on them things. so we're not lying. HA!