Gundam Wing: The highschool Years!
By: Hotaru
Ah, the G-boys are in high school, and wouldn't ya know it! Trowa has a crush on Quatre! But the oher G-boys don't know each other—yet! AU, slight OOC…naughty-ness and bad language all apply I guess!
/ / thoughts
" " could this mean conversation? Yes indeed!
~ ~ flashback
Quatre fidgited from his seat on the bleachers outside school, at exactly three thirty. That's what the letter had said right? /Meet me outside on the bleachers at three thirty. I want to talk and get to know you./ Quatre must have read the letter a thousand times. Perhaps he expected something new to come up if he read it more and more. He sighed and glanced at his watch. /3:35. Where are they?/ Biting his lip nervously, Quatre feared something.
/What if this was all a big joke. What if some group of jocks felt like playing a trick on me? Shit…I should have known./ He shook his head and looked around. No one was watching from what he can see. Then, something a thought occurred to him. /That boy…the one with the auburn hair who always passes me in the hall! He's always smiling at me, seeing me in the hall. Could this be his letter?/ Quatre was about to leave when he heard a voice below him.
"If you were wearing a skirt, I'd be in heaven."
Jumping up, Quatre looked around nervously.
"Down here." The voice said again. Looking down, he saw the auburned haired boy. "I-It's you!" Quatre stuttered, peering through the cracks in the bleachers. The boy swung up gracefully and stood in front of Quatre. "Yes it is. Were you expecting anyone else?" he said innocently. The young blond tried to get past him, but couldn't. "Er, no. Did you write that letter?" Quatre asked.
The auburn haired boy smiled and nodded. "Why don't you sit down?" he asked, gesturing to the seat. Quatre smiled nervously and said, "I can't. I really have to get home now. Sorry." He tried to get past the boy, but was stopped. The green eyes of the boy in front of Quatre pleaded for him to stay. "Please don't go yet. Don't you remember? I want to get to know you." He said. Feeling guilty, good ol' Quatre sat down and said, "Why don't you tell me your name?"
"They call me Trowa. Trowa Barton."
/Trowa Barton…/ Quatre nodded and said, "My name is Quatre Rababa Winner." Trowa smiled mischeviously and said, "I know. I know a lot about you. For example, you have 29 sisters and a loving mother and father. You live in that mansion down on Miller Road. One of your hobbies is playing the violin and piano." Quatre took in a quick breath and asked, "How..do you know so much about me if we've only just met?" Trowa smiled and brushed his fingers across Quatre's lips, silencing his questions. "We've only just met. I cannot tell you that—not yet at least." He said, before walking away.
/…/ Quatre stood on the bleachers in awe, unsure what to think. /His eyes…they're beautiful./
Chang Wufei sat on a bench near the baseball field at school, poring over notes. Sure, there wasn't a test coming up soon, but Wufei always wanted to be prepared. Or rather his parents did. Sighing, he pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. /Stupid glasses. I better head home now./ He gathered his books and stuck his papers in between the pages. The baseball team was practicing on the field as usual. They weren't really playing a game, just practicing.
Wufei folded his glasses and stuck them in his pocket and headed home. He had a habit of staring at the ground when he walked, despite his mother's constant disapproval.
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"Chang Wufei! Watch where you're going!" his mother said sternly as Wufei entered this house. "I am mother." He replied, eager to get away from her fiery wrath. "One day you're going to bump into a light post or walk into the street and get hurt!" Wufei sighed and closed the door, hoping to end her nagging.
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"Duo—watch out!!" Wufei looked up in time to see another boy collide with him. After being tackled to the ground and rolling over a few times, Wufei sat up, coughing slightly. "Oh man I'm sorry! Hey are you okay?"
Wufei looked up as another boy, the one who tackled him of course, held out his hand. "Y-Yeah. I'm fine." Wufei stuttered, gathering his books which were now scattered across the dirt field. "I'm really sorry. I was going after the ball. I didn't even see you!" the boy said, handing Wufei a book. "Thanks. Don't worry about it. I'm fine." Wufei said, dusting the dirt from his pants. "Hey, you can tackle me the next time ya see me okay?" the boy offered,as he ran back to the team.
Once his things were gathered, Wufei headed home. /I can't believe what a fool I look like! But then again, it's not every day Duo Maxwell, star of the baseball team and most popular guy in school tackles the shit out of you./ Suddenly, Wufei's eyes widened as he searched his pockets for his glasses. "Oh no…" he moaned as he pulled out the glasses which were now broken in three different spots. "Mom's gonna kill me." He moaned, as he slowed his pace, not eager to get home any time soon.
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Hotaru