"Wah! It's still there!"
Faint wailing could be heard from the showers, before Quatre started his scrub and rinse routine all over again.
Just
then, there was the sound of a doorbell ringing, and Trowa got up to answer
it. He opened the door...and was promptly run over by a hoard of screaming,
giggling girls. Heero and Wufei looked up, startled to see this alien invasion
(well, girls are as alien to those two as, um, little weird green space
men are to us normal humans), before they were engulfed in a wave of nauseantingly
sweet perfume.
"Ooh,
I can't believe how cute that movie was!"
"Hey,
those guys were right, Heero Yuy does like to shake his moneymaker in Spandex!
Look at that picture!"
At this particular statement Heero's eyes widened
impossibly, and he turned to glare at Trowa, the one responsible for letting
this swarm of girls in. Trowa slowly got up, shoemarks all over his face,
while the herd of perfume and hair giggled and squealed its way over to
Duo on the couch.
"Aw,
are those smiley faces on his boxers?"
While Duo was being fondled by the fat lady and
the bearded lady, all eyes turned to glare accusingly at Trowa, who in
turn pivoted on his feet to glare at his sister Catherine. The pretty brunette
looked guiltily at the floor.
"I
happened to rent a copy of the Gundam Wing movie to see why it bothered
you so much, and watched it with some of my circus girlfriends. Can I help
it if they loved it and wanted to meet the stars?" she defended herself.
Catherine and the rest of the G-boys turned to look at Duo, who was struggling
to breathe under the mountain of attractive, unattractive, and horrendously
unattractive girls, and Catherine sweatdropped.
"Um,
as you can see, my friends aren't exactly the shy type," she mumbled, eyes
down on the floor. Just then, the tiny redheaded acrobat leaned up and
squealed, "Hey, I think one of the cutie pie's in the showers! I can definitely
hear the showers running!"
And with that, the group of girls promptly migrated
over to the bathroom.
"But
Catherine--" Trowa began to say, when his sister cut him off.
"Ta
ta, I've got to go see who's the one in the showers," she muttered distractedly,
and hurried off to follow the swarm of attractive, unattractive, and horrendously
unattractive girls.
"Aw!
It's the blonde cutie pie!" a high-pitched voice squealed and giggled happily.
The rest of the G-boys cocked their heads to listen. They heard a startled
yelp, followed by a girlie scream, and, finally, the thump that signaled
a body hitting the floor.
Fifteen
minutes later, a terrified Quatre rushed out of the bathroom, clad in only
a tiny little hotel towel wrapped around his waist, with the swarm of girls
nearly succeeding in tearing his towel off. Angelic face flaming beet red,
Quatre picked up a cordless phone in one hand, while keeping his towel
at his waist and not around his feet with the other.
"Um...Quatre,
what are you doing?" Duo asked in a hushed voice, eyeing the furious-looking
blonde with uneasy violet-blue eyes. The other G-boys had stopped to gawk
at Quatre as well, looking wary at the look of rage in Quatre's eyes. Wufei
could swear that he saw steam shooting out of the ex-pilot's ears as he
dialed. Finally, he reached the person he had apparently wanted to contact,
as Quatre opened his mouth and began to speak, all the while using his
other hand to feebly bat away at the wandering hands that were trying to
pinch him for his absolute cuteness.
"Yes,
hi," Quatre began in a surprisingly polite voice. "I'm calling to tell
you that my friends and I are highly interested in signing a contract for
the sequel to the X-Men movie we shot last fall."
~ The End ~
(Or is it? Dun dun dun!)
