Gundam TV

Authors Notes: First of all! I'd like to say that it's authoress, but I'm too damn lazy to write it. So! I'm a guy now! WOOHOO! Now you guys will have to suffer the wraths of me and my muse Lazarus chatting! Be quiet back there! D'accords, so... not much to say, just enjoy, be a responsible reader. Review!

Disclaimer: Ok, doesn't everyone just hate these disclaimer things? I bet noone has ever even looked at them! But otherwise! I'm gonna say it cuz i wanna keep what little money i have... I do not own any of the Gundam characters and other items that are copyrighted in this story. I bow to you. *bows*

HappyKatcha: On with the story then!
Lazarus: I disagree with that, Katcha.
Katcha: Was i talking to you?
Lazarus: I am in your mind, I here every thought and--
Katcha: Yeah yeah yeah, thats what you always say! Yeesh!
Lazarus: Can we let the poor people read their story now?
Katcha: You're so caring... it makes me sick!
Lazarus: *looks at you* Read, now, we command you to.

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Gundam TV
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Ah... another boring day at Chantal's house. Sit around on the computer, or watch TV, or play video games, or even listen to music. Today is was choice number two, watch TV. Actually, it was a movie. The movie of all movies! Endless Waltz! Sure, she should have been doing her government homework, since this was her last year of high school! It was really important to pass! Yep! But noone enjoys government class, especially the whole band of 17 year olds in that class. But enough about school!
She popped the movie in and lay down on her couch. Perfect, no sisters or parents coming home for a few hours. Great for watching a great movie starring great guys! On! Yep, here it is.
"Just wild beat communication..." Chantal sang along the only line she knew and understood.
Minutes turned into tens of minutes, which turned into half hours... which turned into a whole hour! Chantal was intent on the TV when suddenly, the lights went out and she lay in total darkness.
"NOOOOOO! My beautiful movie! Come back to me!!" Chantal cried, getting up to hug the TV. "I love you.... I love you! Please come back! Pleeeaaseeee!"
As suddenly as the power went out, it came back with a bright flash. Chantal bent down and kissed the TV repeatedly.
"I love you!! I love you!!"
"Where are we?" said an all too familiar voice from behind her.
"Who's that crazy girl?" said another familiar voice.
"Where's my gundam?!" another voice cried. Chantal turned slowly, to face a horrible sight. It wasn't that horrible, but it was disturbing. The 5 gundam pilots stood right in front of her. Knowing nothing better to do, she screamed. A natural reaction, you gotta hand it to her.
"Weakling..." Wufei mumbled.
"Why is she staring at us like that?" Trowa asked. They all shrugged.
"Must I repeat? Where are we?" Quatre inquired. Chantal stared at him, admired him. He looked at her oddly.
"Who's this crazy girl?" Heero examined her from head to toe. Not very comforting.
"Where's my gundam?!" Duo yelled.
"Shut up or you'll wake the whole neighbourhood!" Chantal screamed out of habit. She stopped glaring and held up one finger. "Just... ju-just a... just a-a... just a..."
"Minute?" Quatre finished for her. Chantal smiled warmly at him.
"Thank you." She hopped to the phone and dialed the well memorized number. She kept glancing at the Gundam Pilots standing in her living room with renewed interest. Odd, to have them all standing there like the bunch of killing machine teenagers.
"Hello?" The same rough voice came through, chewing food in between.
"Hi Pippa!"
"Oh, hey *gulp* Chantal. Whatcha want?"
"Wow, don't hafta to be that rude." Chantal looked at the Gundam pilots wandering around her living room. "I'm having some trouble here."
"Government?"
"No, it's--"
"Math?"
"No! It's--"
"Oh! I know! It's french class, it has to be french class!"
"Pippa! Lis--"
"Well, if ya don't tell me I can't help ya!"
"Will you shut up for once? We need to talk in person, can you come over here or--" She was cut short with the front door opening. "Oh, shit, my moms home, never mind, I'm coming there... later!" Chantal slammed the phone down and looked at her mom.
"Chantal, honey, you know how I hate you bringing friends over when I'm not home. And who are these young boys? I have never seen them before in my life!"
Chantal looked around at them. She started pushing the boys towards the door.
"Um... they are... Bob, Fred, John, George and... Peter. I'm going to sleep over at Pippa's house, so see ya."
"Don't you need clothes?"
"No, I'm fine! Bye!" Chantal pushed the five boys out the door, grabbing her keys and slamming the front door. "Ok! Everyone! In the car!"
"That old thing?" Duo pointed to the car.
"It's a 2001 Mustang convertible, it is not old! Now in!" Chantal screamed and ranted. She pushed them more.
"Hey! Watch where your hands are woman!" Wufei exclaimed. Chantal grumbled some not too mean words and hopped in the front seat. 3 of the 5 boys scrambled into the back and and Heero into the front. Poor Quatre was the only one left.
"Where am I supposed to sit?" He said to everyone through the window. Duo started rolling it up.
"Hey! Let him in! Don't make me come back there!" Chantal glared at them in the rearview mirror.
"Oh, sorry, the door's locked." Duo told her with a sly smile. Chantal sighed and pushed a button, which made the roof start coming down.
"Wow! So THIS is a convertible! I should make my gundam like this! Cool!" Duo stated as the roof disappeared. The boys all sighed, as did Chantal.
"Why am I not surprised to see him act like this?" She said as Quatre climbed into the car and they sped off.