This Is Not My Day

This Is Not My Day

Heero looked at his tuxedo on the floor and picked it up. He decided to try to dry it. While he was at it he grabbed some of the cloths on the floor to dry too. The load of clothes was cumbersome to maneuver down the flight of stairs. Heero figured the only thing to do was drop them over the rail of the stairs and pick them up when he got down. So he dropped them over the side, not looking down before he let go. He was to busy noticing Relena was walking into the hallway downstairs.

Poor Milliardo never had a chance, barely. As he saw the dark object descend on him he reacted the best he could. He whipped out his gun and shot it, many times. Just seconds before he was enveloped in darkness.

Heero ran down the stairs, grabbed his clothes and was in the basement before Milliardo could react. He could hear Relena, Duo, and Hilde laughing as he made it to the laundry room. Great not only Relena saw this disaster but Duo and Hilde who came in as Milliardo shot witnessed it as well.

He stuffed his clothes in the dryer and turned it on. Most dryers he had encountered were loud but this one barely made any noise. Soon he found out why.

"You know Heero your clothes may get drier faster if you turned it on instead of glaring at it," Cathy said. Heero shifted his glare to her.

"I turned it on."

"You didn't set the time on it." Cathy replied as she went over, set the time and turned it on. Heero continued to glare at her until she left.

Soon the dryer was done so Heero flung open the door. All the contents were white. "So I'll wear a white tuxedo," Heero said to himself as he held it up. A bullet hole went right through it's chest. Then he noticed something strange, it shrunk. "Great it can't get any worse than this."

"Hey Heero! Have you had breakfast yet…?" Relena took one look at Heero's small white tuxedo with the bullet hole in it, turned and walked away. Her laughter could be heard as she went upstairs.

So he ruined his tuxedo, big deal. It could be worse. Wait this meant he would have to go shopping, definitely worse. He would figure out his plan of action later. Right now he had things to do, like eat and finish cleaning his room.

Later, he saw Wufei being herded out of the house by Relena, Hilde, Dorothy, Cathy, Sally, and Noin. Wufei was struggling but the girls wouldn't let him go.

"I don't want to go to the mall. Get Heero to go with you. Not me! This is injustice, let go of me this minute onna." For his effort Wufie got a black eye. "I can't go now, I can't see properly, Heero can see perfectly."

"Fine Wufei I'll accompany the girls to the mall." Any other time Wufei would of got a second black eye but since he was heading to the mall anyway he may as well have some company. How long could it take?

In Relena's limousine the girls were talking about how much fun this was going to be.

"So what do you girls have to get?"

"Well, we have to get dresses, shoes and accessories for the ball tonight and some last minute Christmas shopping. You know how girls love to put things off." No, today definitely was not his day.

When they got to the mall the first thing the girls did was go to a dress boutique. Lucky for Heero they had tuxedos. He found several that he liked and tried them on. The girls who were participating in their own little fashion show stopped and watched him model his tuxedos. The girls had all found perfect dresses but he still hadn't found the perfect tux. There was something he didn't like about this. He could always slip away later and come back.

The next stop was a shoe store. The girls explained the whole point was to harass the clerk then decide on one of the first out of hundreds of pairs of shoes you tried on. Heero liked the thought of putting someone else in misery for a while so he decided to join in.

After pairs and pairs of shoes he couldn't find any to go with his non-existent tuxedo. When he noticed the girls were making their purchases he got up and left. Leaving the poor clerk among hundreds of shoeboxes. There was something he didn't like about this. He could always come back after he went to the dress shop.

They headed to the jewelry shop next. Heero watched as they all admired the selection of jewelry to go with their ensemble. Each girl picked out matching necklaces with stones the color of their dresses. Heero couldn't help noticing Relena was eyeing a gold necklace with a little angel pendant. The angel looked like it was holding a ruby stone. The blood red gem resting in the hands of an angel didn't seem appropriate to Heero. Little did he know that it reminded Relena of him.

Then they all decided to split up and go Christmas shopping. After they agreed to meet at the food court in an hour. Heero went back to the jewelry shop. This would be the perfect time to get his tuxedo but that was the farthest thing on his mind. He had to get that necklace for Relena. After he decided to get all the girls (including Relena) a charm bracelet and each of the guys a wallet. It was Christmas after all. There was something he didn't like about this. So he headed to the food court.

He sat next to Relena and dug into her french fries.

"Are they good Heero, considering I haven't had any ate any yet." Heero looked down at the plate of fries, well actually half a plate of fries.

"Mmm, vawy goood," he mumbled with his mouth full.

"Do you think you could buy me a new plate of fries?"

"No you already had a plate of fries. Look there's none left."

"Are you teasing me Heero? Hey Dorothy, Sally, I think Heero may have a sense of humor."

"Congratulations Heero, never thought you had it in you," Dorothy said as she slapped Heero on the back. The only problem was he was just taking a drink of Relena's orange juice. The juice fell all over his lap.

Heero stood up quickly trying to avoid the stream of liquid, to no success.

"Hey guys what's going on? Sorry we're late" Catherine, Hilde, and Noin came over to the table. "Heero it looks like you…," They burst out laughing in unison. By this time Relena, Dorothy and Sally had started laughing too.

"What are you laughing at?"

Suddenly from across the crowd of people in the food court someone yelled, "Look, there's a guy over there who peed his pants."

Heero sat down, quickly. Right in a puddle of the remaining orange juice. How was he supposed to get out of this one? Today just wasn't his day.

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Hi, I'd really like anyone who has read this story to r&r it. I don't mind flames, my friend psychognomes and I could really use some entertainment. The continuation of this will be posted on my website www.geocities.com/relenafanel/ at the same time I enter it here. If you really want to read it (which I'm really sure you don't give a hoot) it will be put on the website too. I had a really cool disclaimer to put on here but I lost it so are you ready for this it only comes once…. I DON'T OWN GUNDAM WING. Now tell me, how can you miss seeing that? E-mail me at relenafanel@hotmail.com. If you think this story is great, read Must I Kill You? It has more romance between H&R than this and it's still funny. It was previously called Vampires… not that you care.

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