A.N. Okay… I think that this fic sucks!! And I mean totally sucks!! I wrote
it at like… 5:30 in the morning… and I didn't have my editor look it over!!
(Sorry, Jo!!) But, I really need to add some more fics to my collection,
so that's why I'm even thinking about posting it. Unless you are going to
tell me that this fic is good, don't review, cause I know it sucks!!
Later!!
Disclaimer: Nope, I own nuthin, so don sue, cause you'll get nothing but the lint lining my pockets.
Heero watched Dou flirting with a fellow shopper in the shoe department through cold eyes. Wufei was leaned against a marble pillar, his arms crossed over his chest, presumably asleep. Quatre had dragged Trowa off to the pet shop to look at all the, as he put it, "truly beautiful animals".
The year is A.C 198, and since the five Gundam pilots no longer piloted actual Gundams, because they had been destroyed during the battle with Marimaya, there wasn't much else to do on their paid vacations then hang out at the mall, and try to avoid their girlfriends, at all costs.
Heero contained to glare, and Dou continued to flirt. He was not wearing his stereotypical black biker shorts and green tank top. He, along with his fellow pilots had given up their old clothes in exchange for Preventer uniforms. But, he wasn't wearing his uniform, either. In fact, none of them were. They were on vacation, after all! Instead, he wore a white tee shirt tucked into kaki pants, and a jean jacket over his shirt. He also had a white baseball cap worn backwards. Wufei wore red carpenter pants, a striped shirt, and a white jacket. Dou wore a black shirt with the logo of some popular J-pop group in it in neon blue, and baggy pants. Lately, he had been trying to pull of the "banger/rocker" look that was popular back in the 21st century, and failed miserably. He had even talked of cutting his hair short, and spiking it, to which the other pilots responded by throttling him with pillows.
Heero looked over at Wufei, and saw his eyebrow twitch. Heero wondered if he was thinking about Hoshi. Heero knew that Wufei loved her dearly… it was just that she, and in fact all their girlfriends had all been acting so wired lately, and the guys couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Quatre and Trowa are back…" he said to no one. Quatre wore a red long sleeved shirt, and kaki shorts. Trowa wore a white button down shirt, a dark green jacket, and black pants. Quatre had a pained/disturbed look on his face. "They're here!!" he gasped.
Wufei's eyes flew open; a look of sheer terror filled them. "SHIT!!" he shouted, running as if for dear life towards the presumed safety of the exit.
Suddenly, four girls blocked his way. "Hi, you guys!!" they said in unison. Heero, Wufei, Trowa, and Quatre looked at the four girls in fear.
"NO!!!" they screamed, scattering quickly, and running off in different directions.
A.N. Okay… it sucks. I hope that if I continue this fic, it'll get better.
Later!!
Disclaimer: Nope, I own nuthin, so don sue, cause you'll get nothing but the lint lining my pockets.
Heero watched Dou flirting with a fellow shopper in the shoe department through cold eyes. Wufei was leaned against a marble pillar, his arms crossed over his chest, presumably asleep. Quatre had dragged Trowa off to the pet shop to look at all the, as he put it, "truly beautiful animals".
The year is A.C 198, and since the five Gundam pilots no longer piloted actual Gundams, because they had been destroyed during the battle with Marimaya, there wasn't much else to do on their paid vacations then hang out at the mall, and try to avoid their girlfriends, at all costs.
Heero contained to glare, and Dou continued to flirt. He was not wearing his stereotypical black biker shorts and green tank top. He, along with his fellow pilots had given up their old clothes in exchange for Preventer uniforms. But, he wasn't wearing his uniform, either. In fact, none of them were. They were on vacation, after all! Instead, he wore a white tee shirt tucked into kaki pants, and a jean jacket over his shirt. He also had a white baseball cap worn backwards. Wufei wore red carpenter pants, a striped shirt, and a white jacket. Dou wore a black shirt with the logo of some popular J-pop group in it in neon blue, and baggy pants. Lately, he had been trying to pull of the "banger/rocker" look that was popular back in the 21st century, and failed miserably. He had even talked of cutting his hair short, and spiking it, to which the other pilots responded by throttling him with pillows.
Heero looked over at Wufei, and saw his eyebrow twitch. Heero wondered if he was thinking about Hoshi. Heero knew that Wufei loved her dearly… it was just that she, and in fact all their girlfriends had all been acting so wired lately, and the guys couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Quatre and Trowa are back…" he said to no one. Quatre wore a red long sleeved shirt, and kaki shorts. Trowa wore a white button down shirt, a dark green jacket, and black pants. Quatre had a pained/disturbed look on his face. "They're here!!" he gasped.
Wufei's eyes flew open; a look of sheer terror filled them. "SHIT!!" he shouted, running as if for dear life towards the presumed safety of the exit.
Suddenly, four girls blocked his way. "Hi, you guys!!" they said in unison. Heero, Wufei, Trowa, and Quatre looked at the four girls in fear.
"NO!!!" they screamed, scattering quickly, and running off in different directions.
A.N. Okay… it sucks. I hope that if I continue this fic, it'll get better.