AN: This is my first Gundam story so be nice. It's completely AU though some various other gundam characters may be making their appearances later on.

Roommates

By Suki aka *angel!*

Part one (Why me?!)

Trowa was lonely; but then again it was his entire fault. He didn't have to push everyone away when they tried to get close to him, didn't have to sabotage everything when he started to but he always did, it never failed. Sure he sited that it wasn't his fault, that it wasn't worth doing anymore, that he had to much work to do, but in reality it was the exact opposite.

Trowa wasn't sure why he pushed everyone away, but maybe it had something to do with his fear of rejection. Because of that he seemed to had developed a weird, and some people might go out on a limb and say freakish relationship with inanimate objects or small animals, like his favorite, the ducks at a nearby park.

Ducks were the best, he had decided, because you could so easily win their affections with a small piece of food or some bread and as long as you had food, you had their friendship and they were still good to you.

He wished people were like that, exchange a small piece of food or something that had little value for an afternoon of talking which had a whole lot of value. But in reality people were the exact opposite, they were loud and nagging and selfish, or at least the people in Trowa's life were.

Part of Trowa wished his old self, but the other part launched at returning to who he used to be. He was once an almost prom king, and had so much potential. But then something changed after he went to college. He started to distance himself from everyone and thing he loved, stopped being social, stopped caring so much that everyone around him noticed, including his parents. Who started to call him and threaten that if he didn't get his grades up and started to visit more then they would cut off paying for his college.

Trowa didn't seem to care and to prove that fact he hung up on them. Soon afterwards he bought caller id to never have to worry about talking to him parents anymore.

One time Trowa gave up and went home only to hear his parent talk about how worried they were and ask him if he needed help 'upstairs'. He never went back.

Having finally gotten home one day he was suprized to find a red one flashing on his answering machine. Sighing he hit the button, listened to the message, and hit erase. All he really got out of it was the fact that the dean wanted to see him tomorrow. Well, damn.

*~*

Trowa was suprized he even bothered to show up the next day, but somehow curiosity got the better of him, or maybe it was just sheer boredom.

He had actually decided to show up to school that morning so when the dean gave him hell for not showing up he could tell him he did show up today. Showing up however seemed to surprise everyone in the class including to teacher who did a double take and said "Hello Trowa, nice of you to join us." Before returning to the chalkboard. But who's to say he actually paid attention?

After picking up carry out and returning home, he laid down on the sofa and mindlessly started to flip through the channels, upon deciding nothing that he could tolerate was on he grabbed his coat and walked out his door.

*~*

The dean like the teacher earlier was surprised to see he really showed up. "I've been worried about you, you aren't the same man you were when I met you a year ago. I've had long conversations with you parents and…"

"Parents well shit." Trowa muttered a little bit to loudly. "This can't end well."

Giving him a stern look through his black framed lenses he continued. "We've decided that the best way to help you with your little problem is to be more social. I've taken the liberty to contact a young man who agreed to let you move in with him."

Double shit. Trowa thought before answering. "What's his name?"

"Quatre Raberba Winner."

*~*

Trowa barely made it out of the building without screaming. He had heard of Quatre before, the popular track jock that reminded him of everything he used to be. He had even had a class with him before, last semester, American History and went to the bare minimum of the classes to never have to be around him more than necessary.

He avoided most people but this person he tried to avoid even more. Not that he had much of a choice in this instance. For the dean threatened to throw him out if he refused.

Damn, that blonde drove him insane.

*~*

Speaking of the devil, Quatre was at that very moment running laps around the track across town and worrying about not making state at the same time.

All his life Quatre ran, and it seemed to be the only thing that kept him a live, luckily he was pretty good at it to. Sure he worried about keeping his grades up but only because if he didn't then he would be kicked off of the track team, which to him would be like being killed.

Trowa recognized him immediately, the bright blonde hair that seemed gold in the sun, the big blue eyes, and the athletic body. He stood there in silent appreciation waiting for Quatre to finish.

"Hello Quatre." That's right be decent to him.

"Oh hi, you must be Trowa right? You were in my history class last year right? Though you weren't there much, couldn't figure out how you passed though."

"Unavoidable problems popped up." He lied. But the real reason was that I was avoiding you because the truth is I still don't like you but I need you.

"So you're going to be my new room mate?" he asked the taller man.

"Looks like it."

*~*

"This is going to be your room." Quatre told him when he showed up to Quatre's apartment a few days later.

"It used to be my old roommates but he moved out after a couple of weeks, for some odd reason."

Some odd reason indeed. Don't you ever shut up?

"It was okay for a while but I found myself getting lonely after a couple of days, so I asked the dean to find me a new roommate and here you are!" he finished talking by smiling.

"Yeah here I am." He answered without smiling back. "Now that we're on the subject of roommates. I just wanted to go over a couple of quick ground rules."

"Ground rules." Quatre repeated confused. "Like what?"

"I'm not here to be your friend. I didn't want to move in here to become your friend nor do I harbor the desire to. I'm only here because I was forced to by Dean…"

"But Dean Donaldson's a nice guy! He would never force anyone to do something they wouldn't want to do." Quatre seemed bothered at such a thing.

"Fine I was offered two choices and one of them wasn't really a choice." He stated annoyed. "Move in here or get kicked out."

"Don't make it sound to awful. Living together will be fun."

"Yeah fun." He replied sarcastically.

*~*

You know the drill. R + R! Oh and by the way for those wondering this may turn into a Trowa and Quatre romance. I haven't decided, maybe someone should suggest something for me?