A/N: I'm actually trying to see how many of my stories I can add to tonight; since my fiction projects are all... lets say nose-diving, today. But for now I'm still lucid, and everything should be ok
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I make no profit from this.
"You're grading tests at 5 AM, Milliardo?" Noin rolled her eyes. She had been downing coffee since she got to the school to merely stay awake, and here he was, grading tests at this ungodly hour.
"Shh, Noin, I'm working." Milliardo didn't look at her.
"When did you get here anyway?" Noin glanced at the clock; yup it really was five in the morning.
"3. Treize gave me a key." The blonde teacher shook his pen for a second and then grabbed the next one from the right side of his desk. "Why did you come this early?"
"Because Treize told me to get my ass over here and make sure you didn't pass out at your desk. The students would never leave you alone if they found you like that." Noin smiled a bit to herself. "How can you get up so early? You're insane." In truth she felt insane too, she had had to check that she wasn't in her bathrobe at least ten times since she got to work.
"Typical that he would send you." Milliardo couldn't hide the little smile that took over his lips. He couldn't have asked for a better person to talk to while he graded tests.
"Shut up." Noin smiled. "You really think we shouldn't be together because we're coworkers?"
"I think it's not the best of ideas but it's not impossible." Milliardo shook the pen he was using. "Can you get this pen to work?"
"Sure." Noin took the pen and wrote a letter on her boyfriend's forehead.
"You wrote an A on my forehead didn't you?" The male teacher chuckled slightly. "What do I get an A at?"
"A for effort. Duh." Noin leaned over the desk to kiss him quickly. "An A for effort if nothing else."
Dorothy awoke to classical music coming through her phone.
"Morning Dorothy." Quatre's voice came in clear through Dorothy's cell phone, which was still plastered to her ear from last night.
"Damn it!" Dorothy cast a glance toward her mother's room, though her Mother would be at work by now. "I fell asleep on the phone with you again?"
"It was late." Quatre soothed, and she could hear his radio in the background. "You fell asleep around 1:30, so I don't blame you."
"Damn it, I'm going to be late!" Dorothy could practically hear Quatre flinching at her abuse of the English language. "Sorry."
"I can go if you need to hurry up." Quatre fumbled around, maybe he was going to be late too, Dorothy thought.
"Not yet." Dorothy put her cell on speaker and slid her nightgown off. "You haven't told anyone about what happened a month and a half ago, right, when we first started being nice to each other, because of my Dad..." She ran out of words to finish her sentence, not only did it still hurt to talk about her late Father, she couldn't find her favorite pair of jeans.
"If anyone asked I probably just said you were having a bad day, nothing more." Quatre's voice had become small and childlike. Somehow, that reminded Dorothy of a kicked puppy, whimpering.
"Alright." Dorothy heard a knock on the door. "I'm coming!"
"What?" Quatre asked, clearly confused by that response.
"I have to go, Quatre, Relena's here." Dorothy slammed her cell shut and tugged her shirt on, then ran to the door and whipped it open.
"Have you been fooling around with someone?" Relena eyed her best friend with a surprised expression.
"Yes, Relena, I'm a whore on weeknights." Dorothy rolled her eyes, sarcasm dripping off her tone. "No, why the hell would you think that?"
"Your shirt is not only inside out, but backwards." Relena smirked at her. "I'm hoping it's not a fashion statement."
The bleach blonde with the prominent eyebrows tugged her best friend inside the house, slammed the door and went to fix her shirt.
"You're early." Heero commented as Relena curled against a wall in a back hallway, Heero's usual haunt.
"You acknowledged me, do you want a cookie or something?" Relena told herself mentally not to take out her frustrations on other people, but she was snapping at her crush anyway.
Heero's eyebrows went up. In all the time Relena had been after him, she had been cheery or not there at all. "Did something happen?" He asked, unable to contain his curiosity.
"Yes. My best friend is keeping a huge secret from me." Relena didn't lean on Heero; she didn't want to scare him away. "I'm her best friend, right, she shouldn't want to keep secrets from me. But she is, and it's a big one. Something is definitely going on with her..."
Heero blinked, and then studied Relena. Here this incredibly strong woman was, curled in a ball in a back hallway, close to tears over a secret. He didn't understand, where was the Relena he had known for so long?
"Relena." He tipped her chin up and wiped her tears away. "Talk about it."
"Why can't I drive?" Wufei muttered as Sally pulled the car into the school parking lot.
"Because, you have a history of having a bit of a temper and your parents don't trust you with a car." Sally handed him his backpack out of the backseat and then leaned around to grab her own. "Road rage is not a good thing."
"I have some control." Wufei noticed how Sally couldn't quite reach her own bag, and leaned in to grab it for her.
They both froze as they came nose-to-nose, unable for either of them to pull away. Sally couldn't think, much less move. Wufei's dark eyes were intriguing, and the faint blush just under his black eye... well, that was just too cute.
"I think we should go inside now." Sally murmured, forever the voice of reason.
"And if I say no?" Wufei leaned in closer and Sally wondered if he was merely acting on hormones and adrenaline or if he had always had feelings for her.
"Right, well, I'm going inside." Sally carefully hopped out of the car in one quick motion, her heart hopping in her chest. "I'll see you in class, Wufei. Don't let Heero beat the crap out of you again."
She opened the backseat left side door, grabbed her bag and ran for the school.
Wufei sighed, shook his head, and headed for the school doors himself.
"I'm not going to let you two sit together anymore if you can't behave." Ms. Noin shook her head and bopped Duo and Hilde over the head once each with her lesson plan. "Now, if everyone will just read chapter 3 for homework, we're cool. Duo and Hilde, please work out your issues outside of class. Please. Class dismissed."
Hilde threw her books in her oversized purse and followed Duo out. "What the hell were you doing in there?" She hissed, trying to keep the conversation below the radar of the student body. "Don't tickle me in class, you asshole!"
"You looked down, I just wanted you to smile." Duo implemented the puppy dog pout, the very one that made Hilde turn redder than a tomato.
"Don't do that." Hilde looked away, feeling the heat rising through her face. "One of these days I swear, I might have to kill you."
"You wouldn't do that." Duo smirked at her. "Cleanup is too messy."
"Sometimes I think I should kill you." Hilde added offhandedly. "Just for kicks."
"Children." Milliardo Peacecraft stood over them, sighing and shaking his head. "You two are always in some spat. You're friends, can't you ever get along?"
"We're trying." Hilde protested. "Sometimes our personalities just clash, Mr. Peacecraft."
"You're each others yin-yang." Milliardo smiled, half off in his own little world. "You need each other to balance each other out, but sometimes you overpower each other to the point of making either of you mad. Trust me, it will work out. You'll always be friends."
Hilde and Duo smiled and nodded, but as soon as they got far enough away, the question was clear.
Hilde asked it first. "What the hell is he on?"
"Oh Trowa, I'm sorry I'm a bad student." Catherine ducked her head as they sat together after school, Trowa trying desperately to help the girl with her math. "Math is just not my forte. You're sure you want to continue trying to tutor me?"
Trowa nodded, then took out a medium sized dry-erase board and wrote the problem at the top. "What we're going to try this time is if we take the problem and put it with something familiar." He proceeded to draw a trapeze artist and their props.
"Trowa?" Catherine made a small noise, just barely said his name. When he looked up at her from the dry erase board, she added, "Your stick figure doesn't have a head."
Trowa blinked in surprise, and then looked down at his dry erase picture. Sure enough, he had forgotten to give it a head. He quickly added the head onto it, then looked at Catherine and smiled.
"We should get back to math, shouldn't we?" Catherine clearly felt uncomfortable in this situation, though she had a crush on her tutor.
Sometimes, the atmosphere just isn't right for confessions.
A/N: My Internet went wonky at least three times while I typed this, so I don't know if I'll be answering reviews tonight. I'll try my best though. Anyway, did you like it? Hate it? Were you horrified? Did you see a typo? I would love to hear from you, and thank you for reading.