Aw man... I just got yelled at by dad because me and a couple of my friends
stole his skii- doos and went joy riding in the woods after dark. He told
me NOT TO TAKE THEM WITHOUT AN ADULT. lol, my friend... he hit a tree with
dad's skii-doo and cracked the track..... O.o dad doesn't know that yet!
And he doesnt know about the other three times I've taken them either, lol.
Anyways, that's wuts going on with me. As for the stories, I'm pretty sure this chapter will finish it off...
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The Babysitters; Chapter four
Okay, so you know now; there may seem to be a scent of TreizeXQuate here.... but considering the age difference, that would be wrong. Very, VERY wrong. So no yaoi-ness there.
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Treize and Milliardo are sitting in the living room of the house. They're each wearing baggy, more disliked clothing for pyjamas and are wrapped in their own blankets and pillows.
Treize flips through channels on the TV boredly, and turns it off when he finds nothing else to watch "let's call it a night, shall we?" he says stretching his arms and making his bed of blankets on the couch more comfortable.
Milliardo, whom was kicked onto the floor with all his blankets agrees with a sleepy "uh huh...".
"and when he looked out the window in the back yard. There... hanging from the apple tree was his dad's limp body.... swaying in the wind. His blank face staring at him, almost fearfully-- like it was telling him to run!" Duo was cut off in his story by Quatre's third cry for him to stop. "aw come on Q! It's just a story!".
"but it's scary!" the young blonde squeaks.
"are you crying?," Wufei chuckles cruelly.
"no!" Quatre says, obviously crying.
"guys, leave him alone..." Trowa says, starting to feel sorry for Quatre. He was usually the one to stick up for the boy.
"Trowa and Quatre sittin in a tree; k-i-s-s-i-n-g!" Duo burst out in laughter.
"nasty!" Heero and Wufei say at the same time.
They all stop to hear the soft sobs of Quatre from under his covers.
Trowa sleepily gets out of bed, "aw now look what you guys did!" he says walking over to Quatre.
Before Trowa made it to his bedside, Quatre climbs out from his covers and runs out of the room with his pillow and his favorite A-B-C blankie.
Trowa glares at his fellow soon-to-be-pilots.
Sneaking down the stairs with the stealth of a cat, Quatre scans the dark room. He sees the babysitter with the long blonde hair shift uncomfortably on the floor. Then his gaze moves to the other boy whom is sound asleep on the couch. He walks the rest of the way downstairs and stands on front of the main babysitter on the couch. Not wanting to wake him, he climbs onto the couch and takes his spot curled up in his A-B-C blankie with his back to the larger boy's muscular chest.
The sudden appearance of the small, warm object pressed against him wakes Treize. He looks down and sees a mess of blonde hair and recognizes it as Quatre. He thinks about this for a moment, if him sleeping with a little boy makes him gay or sick or anything like that. He decides not to think much of it and moves back a bit to give the boy some room, then goes to sleep himself.
Treize is awaken to the sound of Milliardo's deep voice "isn't he a little YOUNG for you, Treize?," Milliardo chuckles, seeing the two curled up on the couch.
Treize's eyes flicker open. He yawns and shifts his position again "no such thing...".
Milliardo laughs.
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Okay, this is even shorter than the last chapter... oh well, I had to put something up so... I promise the next one will finish it off! No I'm serious! Chapter four is 100% guaranteed, positively, sure to finish the story...
Anyways, that's wuts going on with me. As for the stories, I'm pretty sure this chapter will finish it off...
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The Babysitters; Chapter four
Okay, so you know now; there may seem to be a scent of TreizeXQuate here.... but considering the age difference, that would be wrong. Very, VERY wrong. So no yaoi-ness there.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------
Treize and Milliardo are sitting in the living room of the house. They're each wearing baggy, more disliked clothing for pyjamas and are wrapped in their own blankets and pillows.
Treize flips through channels on the TV boredly, and turns it off when he finds nothing else to watch "let's call it a night, shall we?" he says stretching his arms and making his bed of blankets on the couch more comfortable.
Milliardo, whom was kicked onto the floor with all his blankets agrees with a sleepy "uh huh...".
"and when he looked out the window in the back yard. There... hanging from the apple tree was his dad's limp body.... swaying in the wind. His blank face staring at him, almost fearfully-- like it was telling him to run!" Duo was cut off in his story by Quatre's third cry for him to stop. "aw come on Q! It's just a story!".
"but it's scary!" the young blonde squeaks.
"are you crying?," Wufei chuckles cruelly.
"no!" Quatre says, obviously crying.
"guys, leave him alone..." Trowa says, starting to feel sorry for Quatre. He was usually the one to stick up for the boy.
"Trowa and Quatre sittin in a tree; k-i-s-s-i-n-g!" Duo burst out in laughter.
"nasty!" Heero and Wufei say at the same time.
They all stop to hear the soft sobs of Quatre from under his covers.
Trowa sleepily gets out of bed, "aw now look what you guys did!" he says walking over to Quatre.
Before Trowa made it to his bedside, Quatre climbs out from his covers and runs out of the room with his pillow and his favorite A-B-C blankie.
Trowa glares at his fellow soon-to-be-pilots.
Sneaking down the stairs with the stealth of a cat, Quatre scans the dark room. He sees the babysitter with the long blonde hair shift uncomfortably on the floor. Then his gaze moves to the other boy whom is sound asleep on the couch. He walks the rest of the way downstairs and stands on front of the main babysitter on the couch. Not wanting to wake him, he climbs onto the couch and takes his spot curled up in his A-B-C blankie with his back to the larger boy's muscular chest.
The sudden appearance of the small, warm object pressed against him wakes Treize. He looks down and sees a mess of blonde hair and recognizes it as Quatre. He thinks about this for a moment, if him sleeping with a little boy makes him gay or sick or anything like that. He decides not to think much of it and moves back a bit to give the boy some room, then goes to sleep himself.
Treize is awaken to the sound of Milliardo's deep voice "isn't he a little YOUNG for you, Treize?," Milliardo chuckles, seeing the two curled up on the couch.
Treize's eyes flicker open. He yawns and shifts his position again "no such thing...".
Milliardo laughs.
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Okay, this is even shorter than the last chapter... oh well, I had to put something up so... I promise the next one will finish it off! No I'm serious! Chapter four is 100% guaranteed, positively, sure to finish the story...