Chapter 2-Quarelling Quatre
"Hello honey!" cried Relena as she invited Quatre into the house. Quatre looked strangely at her, shrugged and thought to himself, "This is great, now I gotta girlfriend. Trowa's gonna kill me!"
Relena kissed him on the cheek. Quatre blushed.
"Gosh, I never seen you react so much to a small kiss, Heero. Usually you push away."
He shrugged.
"Oh well."
'Wait...' Quatre thought. 'There are two reasons I should NOT be kissing Relena...1) Trowa will hurt me if he finds out. 2) Heero will hurt me if he finds out. Well, I guess that means I shouldn't get close to her at all.'
"You don't seem yourself. You want me to give you a hug, Heero?"
"NOOOOO!" Quatre cried and ran into the kitchen.
Relena blinked, but stayed in the room.
"Heero? Heero? You seem very strange today. Why don't you take a joy ride on Wing Zero?"
"I might hurt someone." Quatre replied.
"Heero, are you sick?" She worried.
"No," Quatre said. "I just don't feel like myself today."
"I agree," said Relena and went into the kitchen. "Oh my god, what are you doing?"
Quatre was making cups of tea.
"Heero, you hate tea."
"Do I?" Quatre asked. "I guess I forgot." He took a sip. "It sooths you down, you know."
He went into the dinning room to finish his tea. Relena hurried after and stood next to him.
"Heero," she tried to reason. "You are scaring me. You are acting like Quatre." Quatre's eyes grew big.
"W-w-why is that scary?" he stuttered.
"Because you know how much I hate that faggot!" Relena growled. "I hate that douche bag muslim!"
Quatre stared.
"Oh." he drank the tea, slightly sweating from his anger he was hiding. "What is a douche bag?"
It was Relena's turn to stare.
"I am worried about you. Can I call the doctor?"
"No...I am just fine." he sipped. "Why do you hate Quatre?"
"Because," she snapped. "Because...because...I do. Oh my god, do you think that I am calling you a douche bag muslim?"
She gave him a huge hug.
"NO...EMOTIONS!" he chocked and ran out of the room. The tea splattered on the ground and splattered on Relena's dress.
"DAMMIT!" she shrieked. The tea hadn't entirely setteled, so there was a gross brown stain on her dress. "Oh, not you Heero!" She tried to wipe her dress with a napkin.
Quatre didn't hear. He was already halfway down the hall before he heard what Relena had to say.
END OF CHAPTER 2
Hey everyone! That was short! The rest of my chapters will be too! Oh, guys, this IS NOT A QUATRE BASHING FIC. Peoples, I luvs quatre, but it all fits in!
Next chapter: WUFEI!
"Hello honey!" cried Relena as she invited Quatre into the house. Quatre looked strangely at her, shrugged and thought to himself, "This is great, now I gotta girlfriend. Trowa's gonna kill me!"
Relena kissed him on the cheek. Quatre blushed.
"Gosh, I never seen you react so much to a small kiss, Heero. Usually you push away."
He shrugged.
"Oh well."
'Wait...' Quatre thought. 'There are two reasons I should NOT be kissing Relena...1) Trowa will hurt me if he finds out. 2) Heero will hurt me if he finds out. Well, I guess that means I shouldn't get close to her at all.'
"You don't seem yourself. You want me to give you a hug, Heero?"
"NOOOOO!" Quatre cried and ran into the kitchen.
Relena blinked, but stayed in the room.
"Heero? Heero? You seem very strange today. Why don't you take a joy ride on Wing Zero?"
"I might hurt someone." Quatre replied.
"Heero, are you sick?" She worried.
"No," Quatre said. "I just don't feel like myself today."
"I agree," said Relena and went into the kitchen. "Oh my god, what are you doing?"
Quatre was making cups of tea.
"Heero, you hate tea."
"Do I?" Quatre asked. "I guess I forgot." He took a sip. "It sooths you down, you know."
He went into the dinning room to finish his tea. Relena hurried after and stood next to him.
"Heero," she tried to reason. "You are scaring me. You are acting like Quatre." Quatre's eyes grew big.
"W-w-why is that scary?" he stuttered.
"Because you know how much I hate that faggot!" Relena growled. "I hate that douche bag muslim!"
Quatre stared.
"Oh." he drank the tea, slightly sweating from his anger he was hiding. "What is a douche bag?"
It was Relena's turn to stare.
"I am worried about you. Can I call the doctor?"
"No...I am just fine." he sipped. "Why do you hate Quatre?"
"Because," she snapped. "Because...because...I do. Oh my god, do you think that I am calling you a douche bag muslim?"
She gave him a huge hug.
"NO...EMOTIONS!" he chocked and ran out of the room. The tea splattered on the ground and splattered on Relena's dress.
"DAMMIT!" she shrieked. The tea hadn't entirely setteled, so there was a gross brown stain on her dress. "Oh, not you Heero!" She tried to wipe her dress with a napkin.
Quatre didn't hear. He was already halfway down the hall before he heard what Relena had to say.
END OF CHAPTER 2
Hey everyone! That was short! The rest of my chapters will be too! Oh, guys, this IS NOT A QUATRE BASHING FIC. Peoples, I luvs quatre, but it all fits in!
Next chapter: WUFEI!