Alia woke up to birds chirping cheerfully outside her window. She rubbed her eyes and sat up.
The sounds of Zero making something in the kitchen was coming through her door. She then heard something unpleasant, a small yelp and the tinkling of glass.
Alia stretched and stood up out of bed. She yawned and started to pull off her nightgown and get into her everyday clothes. As she opened her wardrobe she gasped and nearly fainted, all of her clothes were missing.
Alia slammed open her door and stormed into the kitchen where Zero was humming and flipping a pancake. He looked up at her and blinked, once, twice.
"Where are all of my clothes!?" She yelled at him.
"I dunno. Last I knew X was joking around and dancing in the living room singing along to She Bop," said Zero, "Oh and he was wearing your clothes."
"WHAT!?" Alia screeched in a large crescendo that echoed through the house.
"He…was…wearing…your…clo-o-o-othes," said Zero slow and very exaggeratedly.
"Humph. I better go see X then won't I?" said Alia calmly, scarily calmly. She then commenced to walk slowly and casually to the living room.
The sight she saw next shocked and appalled her. X was dancing around in one of her hot pink skirts and her only one pair of exotic underwear, a leopard spotted bra. Just as he finished the last verse to Hallelujah it's Raining Men Alia turned off the radio. For one moment X stood there, on the coffee table staring at her, his mouth slightly open.
"Well, well, well. X, you seem to have found my entire wardrobe, again!" Alia said loudly. X blinked at her and then took off the bra, then the skirt (thank god he was wearing underwear) and then ran as fast as he could down the hall and into his bedroom.
"What are we going to do with him?" Alia asked no one in particular, looking up at the ceiling.
As though called, X, walked into the room, still in his underwear, and said, "Make me go to a strip club for straight guys!"
"No. Zero would want to go too. I know, X, you can do the dishes and laundry for two months!" said Alia, a look of triumph crossing her face.
"No…no! Anything but that! Please, Alia, have some sympathy!" whimpered X, crawling on his knees towards Alia.
Alia pulled back and looked at him. X was looking up at her with large, sad eyes and a quivering lower lip. He held his hands out, clutched together, in front of him.
Alia thought that X giving her the classic Sad Puppy look was rather amusing. He looked anything but pitiful to her.
Zero then walked into the room and instantly, at the sight of X, covered his eyes.
"Put some clothes on man!" said Zero as though he were offended by X's lack of clothing (except the underwear, can't forget the underwear).
"Oh, Zero, you know you like to see me like this," said X seductively.
"No, X, I don't like to see you like that. Oh, by the way, breakfast is ready," Zero said, "But! X, you must put clothes on before you eat anything today, we're eating out in the gazebo.
The dynamic trio all lived in a pleasant little house in a small village. The house had white trim around the windows and was made of red bricks. The yard was generally well kept and the path leading to the gazebo was clean. The gazebo was white; it was the place the trio often ate meals during the summer.
As soon as X got some clothes on the three walked out to the gazebo to eat their breakfast. Zero had over done himself for this breakfast in particular, however. On the table in the gazebo was a load of food. Pancakes, toast, scones, cinnamon rolls, fried eggs, scrambled eggs, French toast, waffles, and finally a bowl of strawberries ("for dessert," Zero said).
"Coffee, Alia?" Zero asked pulling up a chair for Alia.
"Thank you Zero," Alia said as Zero poured her some coffee.
X, however, started complaining immediately that Zero never gave him coffee and that Zero never pulled him up a chair. X then commenced in complaining that all the food looked awful and that the coffee tasted like mud (Zero had secretly added potting soil to X's while X had his back turned).
"X will you stop complaining and eat?" Alia asked exasperatedly, she then realized she was still wearing her nightgown! "Umm. I have to go now; need to change into proper clothes!"
"Darn!" Zero muttered under his breath; Alia's nightgown was partially see through.
X stood up and walked over to Zero, eyeing him suggestively.
"You, me, tonight, dinner, movie, possibly bed?" asked X hopefully.
"For the hundredth time, no, X! I am not gay, I don't like you, and it's bad enough I have to live with you, OK?" Zero said angrily as he spread butter on his scone.
"Oh come on! You know that you want me!" said X stretching himself out over the table, his head narrowly missing the butter dish.
"X get off the table! Oh, Alia, nice to see you're back!" said Zero.
"Zero would you please pass the pancakes?" Alia asked politely as she looked over the bowl of scrambled eggs.
"Gimme the eggs!" grunted X crossing his arms over his chest and looking angrily at Alia, who stuck her tongue out quickly at him.
"Shan't give you nothing if you do say please," said Alia.
"Please gimme the eggs," said X huffily.
Alia continued buttering her toast and pouring maple syrup over her pancakes. X sat for a moment, then glared at her.
"Where are my eggs?" he finally asked, realizing he wasn't going to get his eggs.
"Well I said I wouldn't give you anything if you did say please, so I didn't give you anything; you said please," Alia said smirking.
X then reached over the waffles and grabbed the plate of fried eggs, glaring at Alia, not noticing he knocked the hot maple syrup over on to Zero's lap.
Zero got up quickly and then glared at X. X, who didn't know what he had done, merely looked at Zero, puzzled. Zero then grabbed a napkin and began angrily wiping up the table and his pants where the maple syrup had spilled.
"I'll lick that off your pants, Zero," said X suggestively.
"Eew, no X, and if you don't stop being a fag around me I'll…I'll…I'll get a girlfriend!" Zero said menacingly.
X gasped and ran down the walk and into the house, slamming the door behind him.
Zero chuckled and continued a peaceful breakfast, looking around at the flowers he had planted last spring in the flowerbeds.