Legend: "speech" 'thought' flashback
Timeline: To avoid confusion, timeline is in this century )
Kawaii Authoress: I'm so happy! I got lots of reviews for my first chappie!
Chibi Heero: You only had nine reviews!
Kawaii Authoress: So? In my other story, I only got one review per chapter. This one is a big improvement!
Chibi Heero: Whatever! This story sucks!
Chibi Quatre: You're just being mean because this story isn't about you!
Chibi Heero: Shut up, brat! Haha, the reviewers called you a brat!
Chibi Quatre: I am not a brat! I was six years old back then! How do you expect me to act! You can't expect a six-year-old to behave! I mean, what about you? I bet when you were six, you made your parents suffer!
Chibi Heero: When I was six, I was learning how to use a gun.
Chibi Quatre: O O
Chibi Heero: Okay, he's a brat. We get it! Can we please just get this over with?
Kawaii Authoress: Ever heard of the term, "Patience is a virtue"?
Chibi Heero points a gun at Authoress: Ever heard of the term, "Omae wa korosu"?
Kawaii Authoress gulps: O-on w-with t-the f-fic!
Chapter 2: Let the Romance Begin
"Dorothy. Hey, are you okay? You seemed so annoyed earlier…"
"I'm all right, Relena. It's just that my grandfather is playing matchmaker again," Dorothy replied with irritation, resting her head on her arms. Relena chuckled softly as she flipped a few stray strands of her hair out her face. She could tell Dorothy was peeved.
"Tell me how your grandfather is playing matchmaker, again?"
"You like making me suffer, don't you?" An innocent smile from Relena was her reply. "Well, this time, he allowed the guy to court me! I have no right to throw him out!"
"Well, who is the unfortunate victim? A guy from school?" a voice piped up. A girl with wavy blue hair by the name of Hilde strolled over to the two.
"No, I don't even know the guy! He's just... He's got this weird story – " The blonde-haired girl trailed off into silence as she recalled the words she and Quatre had exchanged the night before.
"Oh, and Dorothy? I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about our engagement."
"Puh-lease! it's not like I want anyone to know that I'm engaged to you! Especially when it's because of your stupid story! That is going to destroy my reputation!" "I didn't know that hoping to be an old maid was a reputation to be proud of."
Needless to say after that little remark she had ended up chasing her suitor out of the house.
"Well, just what was the weird story?" Hilde pressed for details when she spotted Dorothy absently fuming in the direction of the blackboard.
"Huh? Oh... Umm, it's nothing. But, I promise that guy will never get me!"
"How are you going to do that? I mean, it's not like you're allowed to kick him out, remember?"
"Relena, I'm surprised at you! You should never underestimate me," Dorothy said, a mock hurt expression stitched over face. Her mouth twitched, and then she gave in and laughed with glee. "I'm going to make him regret the day he entered my house."
At five o'clock on the dot, Quatre arrived with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. 'No girl can resist flowers and chocolates...' he thought confidently, walking towards the door. He juggled the gifts so that he could turn the knob. "What the...? It's locked!"
The young male hammered on the door. "Dorothy! I know you're in there! Let me in! Dorothy!"
On the other side of the door, a blonde girl smirked in triumph. 'Grandfather told me not to kick him out. He never once told me that I can't lock him out.'
"Dorothy, let me in! I'm telling Dermail!" a slightly muffled voice shouted.
"What are you going to tell him, huh? I didn't kick you out!"
"You're not letting me in, either!"
"Exactly my point! Now, you can bang on the door all you want. I'm not going to let you in! So, if you don't mind, I have some homework to do," Dorothy called out smugly as she headed for the stairs, leaving the indignant boy behind.
"Smart, very smart," Quatre whispered, wiping his forehead with a swollen palm. He was locked outside and it was getting hot. 'I'll just have to find a way to get in myself!'
For the past half hour, Dorothy had tried to focus on her homework. Somehow, her mind kept wandering back to Quatre and her little victory over him. 'He must have gone home by now,' she concluded.
Sighing, she once again tried to find the value of x by using the quadratic formula. "Two x squared plus three x minus five is…"
"X is equal to one and negative five over two," a voice responded.
"Hey, that's right!" she exclaimed, scribbling down the answer. She froze when she realized whose voice it was and turned around slowly.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" she screeched. "How in the world did you get in here!"
"Through the window, of course! I wanted to give you these flowers and chocolates."
"I hate flowers and I don't like sweets," she retorted, not bothering to spare a glance at the items as she re–took her seat. Quatre just shrugged and sat down on the bed, waiting patiently for her to finish.
Quatre began to get bored shortly. Getting to his feet, he walked over to where the other blonde was working and glanced at her page. She was trying to derive the quadratic formula using the formula for completing the square.
"I can help you with that."
"Oh, you're still here?"
"Do you want my help or not?" he challenged, grabbing a chair and seating himself next to her.
"Shouldn't you be leaving?" she inquired, gray eyes narrowed in his direction.
"Fine, fine. I just wanted you to have the flowers and the chocolates." Quatre stood up from the chair and headed for the door.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"To the door," he said slowly, giving her an odd look.
"You came in by the window; I think you can leave by the window!"
"What? But I pushed the ladder away!"
"Not my problem. Now, get out! You're starting to pollute my air! Oh, and in case your small brain wasn't able to comprehend this, there is absolutely no way I'll ever willingly let you in this house!"
An adorable pout on his face, Quatre slowly climbed out of the window. He put his legs down first so that he could find a ledge to stand on.
Dorothy strolled over to the window with the presents in hand. Smiling maliciously, she reached out past him and opened her hands. The gifts plummeted. "Don't forget your trash."
Unperturbed by her actions, Quatre merely watched the flowers and chocolates strike the ground with a calm face. Then, he returned his gaze to his fiancée. "Koi, how about a kiss?"
'Koi! Kiss!' Dorothy was taken aback by the question. She blinked at him in surprise. 'Didn't I just make it clear that I don't want anything to do with him? What is with this guy?'
Realizing she was caught in a state of shock, Quatre seized the opportunity. He darted forward and brushed his lips against her cheeks. Before she could respond, he pushed off and landed neatly on the ground. He jogged over to his Lexus, climbed in, tossed her a wave, and sped away.
Dorothy remained in a trance-like state, her mouth open slightly. She touched the cheek that had received Quatre's kiss with trembling fingers. No one had ever kissed her like that before. Heck, no one even dared to think about doing so. Everyone was aware that if they did, Dorothy would happily have their throats slit. Somehow, it wasn't hard to imagine that her threat would be difficult for her to accomplish.
Yet... Someone had thought about it; had even done it. And she had not even thought about pushing him away. Because she had enjoyed it.
Author's Note: I understand how people can't picture Quatre as a brat, but that's only because he was a baby back then. I mean, toddlers will always be like that. It's kind of like the "Terrible Two's" stage. It's hard to imagine Quatre like that, but he's only human and he goes through the same stages as the rest of us! But don't worry, he's not a brat anymore.
Short, I know, but it's just supposed to be a teaser. If I get more reviews, you get more juicy chappies!
Reply to Reviews:
f U n N i E b O n E s 2K-You're my first reviewer! And you happen to be one of my favorite authors! You saying that it's cute is such a big compliment for me since I really love your works! I hope you think that this chapter is cute as well, and don't worry there's more
iceland- Don't worry Quatre won't be a brat forever in my fic, and as I explained earlier he was only six years old back then. And yes I agree with you it will be interesting to see Quatre try to make Dorothy fall in love with him, I hope that you enjoy this chapter.
huntressvenus- thank you for thinking so...it just makes me so happy to know that people find my story cute. It really inspires me to write more!
lor- Quatre indeed looks like an angel, but don't worry I'm not trying to make him look like a brat, just a persuasive suitor. ;)
tsuonae- Yes I agree with you, I really like this pairing because they look good together and you can do humor on them! It's so hard not to fall for this pairing:D They're made for each otherl. Thank you for liking this story.
Gigglegal- a very cute name ;) yes things are getting interesting for the both of them now that Quatre's started his courting and now that Dorothy has started pushing him away. And don't worry the future holds many things for those two, I'll make sure of that snickers
. Cat- I'm glad you think that it's cute, and don't worry I have no plans of not continuing this fic.
arcie- Thank you so much for thinking that it's great, that really means that you enjoyed it. I hope you enjoyed this one too now that the courting has begun.
