Dates chapter four
I don't own gundam wing..
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While driving home by himself, Trowa is deep in thought 'I don't like Dorthy Catolona! . . . NOBODY likes Dorthy Catolona!! Then why can't I stop thinking about her? . . . .'.
Trowa's truck pulls up in front of the pilots house and shuts off. Trowa gets out still deep in thought. When he walks in the door, he's ignored by Heero and Duo who are absorbed in a ps2 game. Trowa smiles "aaw! smells like sex in here!," he says, hanging up his coat.
"shut up, Barton.," Heero growls, never looking away from the TV screen.
Quatre walks into the room from the hallway after changing into his baby blue, silk pyjamas "hi, Trowa. How'd it go with Dorthy?".
Trowa shrugs "eh.". Then he changes the subject "so. did she kiss you goodnight?".
Quatre's polite smile changes to a flat expression with a hint of embarrassment "I got a hug. and she said 'lets be friends'".
"aw that sucks.," Duo says, just as his drag car is pushed off the road and into a ditch by Heero's yellow Lamborghini. Duo's car rolls over three times then blows up as it's passed by the other racers.
"shafted..," Heero says smiling slightly at Duo.
Duo glares, not as scary as the Hero Yuy Death Glare, but still. Then it melts into a mischievous smile. He then bends down to the PS2 and pulls the plug on Heero's controller.
"you're a sore loser," Heero says as he and everyone else watches his yellow Lamborghini slow to a stop and get ploughed away by a log truck that came from the side.
Everyone laughs at Heero's poor car.
Releena walks up the stairs from the basement with and empty cup to put in the kitchen sink. She sees Trowa "oh hey Trowa, how'd it go?".
"okay.. So.. Quatre didn't..," Trowa thinks for an appropriate word.
"nope," Releena says, knowing what he means "they're friends. I talked to her on the phone and that's what she said.".
"why?," Trowa asks.
Releena opens her mouth to say something, then looks at Quatre "uuh.. I'll tell you later, Trowa," she turns to walk away but is stopped by a now very suspicious Quatre.
"what was that!?," Quatre almost yells.
"what was what?," Releena asks, back to her usual polite tone of voice.
"that.. 'Look' you gave me," the anxious blonde says.
"what 'look'? I didn't give you a look! What are you talking about? You're crazy!," she says, feeling cornered. Her eyes begin darting around the room so they don't meet with two confused, sea blue ones.
"Releena.?,"
Releena sighs, aware of all the other looks she's getting aside from Quatre's "well, I guess there's no way out now. I'm not going to lie to you Quatre..".
Everyone leans towards her, waiting for the answer.
"she thinks you're gay,".
"that's racist!," Duo blurts out.
All eyes now on Duo. "What?!," Heero almost laughs.
"I mean.. uuh..," Duo thinks for the right word for gay-haters.
Heero snorts.
"just.. shut-up..," Duo says, now that he embarrassed himself.
Everyone's attention turns back to Quatre. "..Quatre?," Releena asks, concerned about the boy's hurt expression.
"why would she think I'm gay?," Quatre wonders.
"well. you're pink shirts, always clean, tea every morning and afternoon-", Duo names them as if he'd gone over them a hundred times before.
"always chatting with the girls, liking for horses, thinking babies are cute-" Wufei continues.
"always hanging around me, not drooling over hot chicks on the street, bubble baths every other day, too polite, your bedroom wallpaper is baby- blue, and your mansion is filled with those little pink, blue, and violet flowers-" Trowa adds.
"you know every clothes store that ever existed and can tell what ones have better prices, you're gone every time there's a sale on, I've seen you compliment Trowa, Wufei, Duo and myself several times on physical improvements, you're baby blue silk pyjamas," Heero says pointing at him.
Quatre stands there shocked, mouth slightly ajar. Tears swell up in his eyes and he runs away down the hallway behind him to seek refuge in his blue bedroom.
"and that!," Duo yells behind him.
Releena begins walking down the hall after him "awe! You guys are so mean!".
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Aww.. Poor Quatre. And what are anti-gay people called anyway? ..?
This is the fourth chapter? I've still got a long way to go. And for the people who read and like The Babysitters, more reviews make me work faster. Ten reviews for four chapters isn't a lot, and that goes the same for this story!!! I know more than five people have been reading this!
I don't own gundam wing..
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While driving home by himself, Trowa is deep in thought 'I don't like Dorthy Catolona! . . . NOBODY likes Dorthy Catolona!! Then why can't I stop thinking about her? . . . .'.
Trowa's truck pulls up in front of the pilots house and shuts off. Trowa gets out still deep in thought. When he walks in the door, he's ignored by Heero and Duo who are absorbed in a ps2 game. Trowa smiles "aaw! smells like sex in here!," he says, hanging up his coat.
"shut up, Barton.," Heero growls, never looking away from the TV screen.
Quatre walks into the room from the hallway after changing into his baby blue, silk pyjamas "hi, Trowa. How'd it go with Dorthy?".
Trowa shrugs "eh.". Then he changes the subject "so. did she kiss you goodnight?".
Quatre's polite smile changes to a flat expression with a hint of embarrassment "I got a hug. and she said 'lets be friends'".
"aw that sucks.," Duo says, just as his drag car is pushed off the road and into a ditch by Heero's yellow Lamborghini. Duo's car rolls over three times then blows up as it's passed by the other racers.
"shafted..," Heero says smiling slightly at Duo.
Duo glares, not as scary as the Hero Yuy Death Glare, but still. Then it melts into a mischievous smile. He then bends down to the PS2 and pulls the plug on Heero's controller.
"you're a sore loser," Heero says as he and everyone else watches his yellow Lamborghini slow to a stop and get ploughed away by a log truck that came from the side.
Everyone laughs at Heero's poor car.
Releena walks up the stairs from the basement with and empty cup to put in the kitchen sink. She sees Trowa "oh hey Trowa, how'd it go?".
"okay.. So.. Quatre didn't..," Trowa thinks for an appropriate word.
"nope," Releena says, knowing what he means "they're friends. I talked to her on the phone and that's what she said.".
"why?," Trowa asks.
Releena opens her mouth to say something, then looks at Quatre "uuh.. I'll tell you later, Trowa," she turns to walk away but is stopped by a now very suspicious Quatre.
"what was that!?," Quatre almost yells.
"what was what?," Releena asks, back to her usual polite tone of voice.
"that.. 'Look' you gave me," the anxious blonde says.
"what 'look'? I didn't give you a look! What are you talking about? You're crazy!," she says, feeling cornered. Her eyes begin darting around the room so they don't meet with two confused, sea blue ones.
"Releena.?,"
Releena sighs, aware of all the other looks she's getting aside from Quatre's "well, I guess there's no way out now. I'm not going to lie to you Quatre..".
Everyone leans towards her, waiting for the answer.
"she thinks you're gay,".
"that's racist!," Duo blurts out.
All eyes now on Duo. "What?!," Heero almost laughs.
"I mean.. uuh..," Duo thinks for the right word for gay-haters.
Heero snorts.
"just.. shut-up..," Duo says, now that he embarrassed himself.
Everyone's attention turns back to Quatre. "..Quatre?," Releena asks, concerned about the boy's hurt expression.
"why would she think I'm gay?," Quatre wonders.
"well. you're pink shirts, always clean, tea every morning and afternoon-", Duo names them as if he'd gone over them a hundred times before.
"always chatting with the girls, liking for horses, thinking babies are cute-" Wufei continues.
"always hanging around me, not drooling over hot chicks on the street, bubble baths every other day, too polite, your bedroom wallpaper is baby- blue, and your mansion is filled with those little pink, blue, and violet flowers-" Trowa adds.
"you know every clothes store that ever existed and can tell what ones have better prices, you're gone every time there's a sale on, I've seen you compliment Trowa, Wufei, Duo and myself several times on physical improvements, you're baby blue silk pyjamas," Heero says pointing at him.
Quatre stands there shocked, mouth slightly ajar. Tears swell up in his eyes and he runs away down the hallway behind him to seek refuge in his blue bedroom.
"and that!," Duo yells behind him.
Releena begins walking down the hall after him "awe! You guys are so mean!".
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Aww.. Poor Quatre. And what are anti-gay people called anyway? ..?
This is the fourth chapter? I've still got a long way to go. And for the people who read and like The Babysitters, more reviews make me work faster. Ten reviews for four chapters isn't a lot, and that goes the same for this story!!! I know more than five people have been reading this!