Marco: I'm hungry!
Rissa: And?
Marco: What do you mean "AND"!
Rissa: oh stop wining I got to write a story here if you haven't noticed! *Stuffs Marco's face in front of screen to show. *
Marco: Ok! But I'm still hungry!
Rissa: WAIT YOU BOTTOMLESS PIT! WAIT!
Disclaimer: I have no moola so just try and sew me! Mwahahaha I own It on it on it... ok I'm done my power trip, I own didily squat! Happy?!
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Chapter 3: Vive le French cooking!
"Heero, aren't you just so happy to see me?" Relena asked in a sickeningly bubbly voice. Heero groaned and looked longingly at the patio doors, that girl Lava was lucky enough to get away from the "Run in front of battles thinking you won't get shot" princess and the "I'm so in love with war" crazy women Quatre just had to like, of all people!
A growl was heard on the opposite side of Relena, on further inspection, Heero saw Trowa advancing on the girl who had knocked him over and linked onto his arm, caused the big bump to appear on the side of Trowa's head; the word murder flashing on and off in his dark green eyes.
"Umm Trowa. Can you get some lemonade for the girls?" Came Quatre's hasty voice, he'd seen Trowa and had unfortunately stopped Heero's only salvation. Trowa tore his eyes away from his target to glare daggers (or in his case, bullets.) at him, then marched right past them all and through the patio doors.
Inside the mansion he saw Lava crouching behind the couch, looking over the top to see something that must of been behind the TV which was turned on.
"What are you doing?" He questioned; taking note of her butt sticking out, then he mentally slapped himself for that. He was already hooked up!
"Can you shut-up! Jeez, one of the rare times you actually open your mouth and speak to me and I don't want you to. Get down here." She venomously whispered, giving him the "Listen to me or die a slow and painful death" look. Seeing Heero give it to Duo every day paid of, because the tall boy crouched down beside her. She looked over the couch again and saw the frog now flipping through channels from under the coffee table; she'd tried to catch it the first time; only to have it jump away just as she dived for it. This was her six time trying to snag the stupid little slimy amphibian, she growled menacingly, the stupid thing had sounded like it was croaking a frog like laugh at her! If it weren't for her brilliant plan she would have just shot the stupid thing in mid hop! She turned to face him again "Ok, your mission should you choose to accept it, is to intercept your target when it reaches your assigned location." She whispered in a low voice so the froggy wouldn't hear.
"What target?" Trowa became a little nervous at the look of crazed determination playing on her face.
"The frog..." She stated mysteriously. "Follow me my son and I will in lighten you on how to make the blond poopoo heads days forever sucky." She held out her hand for him to shack it.
Trowa looked at her as if she was crazy! Maybe the head injuries were starting to take its tole. He looked over the couch to were she had been staring, there under the coffee table was a frog watching TV, one of his slimy arms on a remote control beside him. Trowa's eyes widened in surprise, and then he quickly ducked back down behind the couch. "What, you have a plan?" She nodded her head, a sly grin appearing on her face. He looked at her for a few seconds before taking her hand in his own and shacking it.
"Yes. Now lets do this, you go over to the other couch and I go around this way. Well have the sucker trapped before he's finished watching sailor moon." Her grin suddenly turned evil. (I don't own sailor moon either so there! I'm broke so if you even thought of taking every penny I got from that comment, a pennies all you'd get!)
They nodded to each over before executing her plan. The frog was completely unaware of this as his eyes burst into hearts when a girl with pigtails started spinning with her body all glowy and pink lights flashed across the screen. Lava wiggled across the floor on her stomach to her starting point, she had a clear view of the frog now. She began to count in her head when she saw Trowa wave from his own point.
*1...2...3...4...GO* Lava jumped up and dived for the frog! The green reptile tried to hop away from her only to go right into another human, it looked confused for a second before coming out of its shock and trying to go the other way; forgetting that Lava was right behind him. Lava smirked as she grabbed the squirming froggy with both her hands, "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." She smirked when she saw the frog gulp and give a weak 'ribbit' as an answer.
"Lava, you're talking to a frog. Did you realize that?" Trowa felt himself begin to sweat as both girl and frog turned his way and glared at him, one for being considered a common frog, the other because she already freakin' knew that!
"Thank you Trowa for your input on the situation, now, on with part 2 of my plan! Mwahahaha!" At her evil laughter, both Trowa and the frog visibly began to sweat.
Outside Hildy had jumped into the pool with Duo after taking off the long baggy black shirt that she'd worn over her nice blue sports bikini, splashing him playfully while talking about anything and everything with him. Quatre had settled down on the same Long Beach chair as Dorothy, trying to have a continues conversation that didn't end with her one liners. He looked over to see Heero staring strait ahead, taking the princess's onslaught all the way. It seemed as though her mouth hadn't stopped moving since she came! He turned back to his 'girlfriend', was she PMSing or something today? "Why don't we go into the pool?" He offered.
"No." was her replay, one word; she didn't even leave a way for him to say something else. Quatre admitted defeat and settled for just watching Hildy and Duo play in the water, kissing now and again. *Lucky priest! * He thought, at the rate he was going with Dorothy, she might let him hold her hand by the time they turned thirty! Of course he would never rush or force her into anything, but he was a guy dammit, he had needs! Though the movies Duo had gotten for his birthday were doing their *cough* work... It just wasn't the same as what it could be! (Quatre is a GUY let me remind you. I refuse to believe that he's a SAINT!)
Just then, Trowa came back out; a smile on his face holding two glasses of lemonade in each hand. He gave one to Dorothy and then the Relena. After he'd served the drinks he walked back up to where Quatre and Dorothy were, Dorothy hadn't taken a sip of her drink yet as she stared at him. "Lava says she's making diner."
"She knows how to cook?" Quatre asked, a flashback of the last time someone other then him had cooked.
(Flashback)
"Duo, smells good!" Quatre complimented as he sat down to a plate of noodles with a brown sauce all over it.
"I got it out of a cookbook I found, but it's a little weird..." He trailed off as he served the others their plates.
"Are you sure it isn't poisoned Maxwell?" Wufei questioned sarcastically earning a glare from the long braided priest. Quatre rolled his eyes before taking a bit just as Wufei did; a disgusting taste immediately filled his mouth! He was vaguely aware of Wufei's shout, who had spit out the food and jumped on the table with his kaitana (can't spell it) screaming "Injustice!" And yelling all the while about chopping Duo's braid off. Duo began running around the house screaming "bloody murder!"
A wave of nausia passed through Quatre and he scrambled to his feet and ran to the bathroom ready to see everything he'd eaten that year.
Thirty minutes later, Quatre emerged from the bathroom and went back into the kitchen feeling sick beyond belief. Duo was sitting in a chair with a pack of peas on his forehead. "Duo what did you put in that sauce!" He yelled then held his mouth feeling the need to run back to the bathroom.
"The cookbook said to pour a nice brown sauce over the noodles, that was it!" Duo wined
"What kind of brown... Sauce?" Quatre was beginning to get scared, he looked around for a phone incase he needed to call 911 for food poisoning.
"Well what else! The only brown sauce in the house was... Chocolate sauce."
(End of flashback)
Quatre shuddered unconsciously at the memory.
"I guess so, she said she wanted something French." Trowa said before hurrying back inside.
When Trowa left, Dorothy took a long gulp of the lemonade, only to spit it out! Her face twisted in distaste, Quatre looked at her puzzled, then wiped his head around when he heard Relena's own cry; her face in an even more twisted fashion.
"What's wrong?" He asked both girls. They both spit before crying out in unison,
"SALT!!!"
Lava and Trowa gave each other high fives the second they heard the screams.
"Now, what are you going to cook?" Trowa asked as he saw Quatre trying to calm a raving Dorothy, and a pleased Heero at the fact that Relena was running around in circles complaining about the taste; instead of hanging off of him through the window.
"A French delicacy." She stated breathlessly after finishing her victory dance on the couch.
"Which would be..." He pressed her for more information. She giggled and hopped off the couch, then walked up to him and leaned up on her tippie toes to (which he thought would be whisper,) scream loudly into his ear!
"FRENCH FRIES AND FROG LEGS!"
"Ahhh!" He yelled as he fell to the floor, hitting his head trying to make the ringing stop in his ears.
"Oops, sorry, my bad." Lava giggled before skipping into the kitchen...
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Rissa: there we go, another chapter done! oh and heres your food cry baby!
Marco: cool mini chicken legs!
Rissa:*Hides a "how to make frog legs" cookbook behind back* yeeeaah, mini chicken legs... N eways Review review review! I need comments, oh and Sarah thanks for that compliment! JUST STOP USING MY LOG IN NAME!
Marco: Wow she's not screaming at me. *takes another bit of 'cough' mini chicken legs* Yummy.
Rissa: See yah soon!