AN: Sup ya'll! Sorry the last chapter was kinda short. Hopefully this one will be longer. Thanks DoraLea for everything!

Chapter 5: OMG

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Charlize hesitated; she didn't know whether or not she should tell them her secret. "……….."

Duo and Quatre gasped. "YOU SOUND JUST LIKE TROWA!!!" they shouted in unison.

"………………….?!?!?!?!?!" Trowa was shocked. (Translation: WTF are they talking about I do NOT talk like that!)

"Yes you do you Trowa. Yes you do." Quatre said calmly.

Heero and Wufei sighed, while Charlize watched the three in amusement. Pretty soon they would have forgotten what she said. But that was not to happen.

Charlize felt a soft tap on her shoulder and whirled around, and was face to face to with big/curious Prussian blue eyes.

"What were you going to say?" Heero asked softly.

"Uh, uh. It's not important. Yea."

This did not seem to satisfy the former gundam pilot.

"Really, what is it. You can tell me anything."

I wish, thought Charlize.

Just then the doorbell rang. Quatre excused himself from the fight and opened the door. Standing in the doorway was Relena and Zechs.

"HEERROO!!!" Relena squealed.

"Relena, I'm in the same room as you-" the blonde locked him in her embrace.

Charlize arched an eyebrow and decided she should leave. There was a big THUMP; Duo fell onto the ground with silent laughter.

"Relena," Zechs said to his sister. "Have fun, and please try to act ladylike." She nodded.

Zechs looked at Charlize, who instinctively looked down; Heero (he forced Relena off him) noticed. He (Zechs. AN: I'm confusing myself here) motioned for her to come to him.

"Yes."

"What are you doing here?" his voice was cold.

Charlize tried to think up a good excuse, just then a shock of pain ran through her body. She didn't realize that she had a coat on, it smelled like Heero, her left arm was sore and hard to move, it felt sticky. Charlize glanced down at her fingers, which were the only things hanging out the black leather jacket; they were blood red. Zechs instantly grabbed her arm and roughly forced the sleeve up; there was silence. Everyone looked at the scene unfolded in front of them. Trowa put his hand on his chin in thought; they must know each other very well for her to simply let him touch her.

"Milliardo! What are you doing?" Relena stood up.

He ignored her. Milliardo gasped, there was a steady river of blood flowing down her arm.