Actually, three minutes ago this was a very nice jolly, happy authors note thing. But as usual those annoying little reviewers who put you down have visited me.

I've just finished a one-shot Harry Potter Slash and put loads into it and what do I get back?

****You are writing about gay people??.omg you have problems.****

Disclaimer: Too put down, refer to other chapters

~Chatroom scenes/flashbacks
Chapter Four

"A little less conversation a little more action, duh duh dudududu duh. All this aggravation and satisfaction in me duh duh dudu--"
"MAXWELL!"

Duo Maxwell stopped singing in his hairbrush long enough to hear the psychotic Chinese boy begin to rant in Chinese with the odd "Maxwell", "singing", "sleep" and "braid" for good measure.

"LOVE YOU TOO WUFFERS!" He yelled into the com-phone before carrying on, "come on come on, come on come on, come on come on, come on come oooooo--"

"MAXWELL WHEN I GET A HOLD OF YOU I'M GOING TO--" But whatever Wufei was going to do was drowned out as Duo let out a large wail.

"Ah! Bumblebee! Ah!" Duo had been stung by a bumblebee and woe-be-told he's allergic to them! He slumped down on his bed as his face puffed up like a beach ball.

Beep beep, the internet user SportsFreak has sent you an Instant Message, do you want to reply?


Duo jumped from his bed in one leap as a blue window opened. He waved and turned to com-phone off before turning to the P.C

SportsFreak: Hey! You still mad at me?
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: . . .
SportsFreak: thought as much, well I'll just
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: don't go!
SportsFreak: I wasn't going to go, I was going to apologise, but hey! Your ways better!
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: [Pouts]
SportsFreak: Why you off school?
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: Quick change of subject.
SportsFreak: Heh.
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: Stung by a bee, I'm allergic to them.
SportsFreak: I know someone else who's allergic to bee stings, we were best friends but, we drifted apart I guess. . .
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: Yah? The same thing happened to me.
SportsFreak: Well my brothers currently throwing a hissy fit because I get the day off and he doesn't
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: Oh the joys of little brothers.
SportsFreak: Now he's threatening the cat.
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: Sounds like a fun sorta guy.
SportsFreak: Tell me about it -_-()
Cool_guy.on.a.comp: Glad I haven't got a sibling. There's that annoying girl next door who just knows when you're coming out of your house.
Auto response for SportsFreak, I've just gone to save my cat from assassination

Duo laughed and flopped back down on his bed, "now why can't Heero be like that? Wait, why the hell do I care?"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Hilde sat down with Relena and Dorothy (cockroach-brow) Catalonia.

"Yummers, they do a nice pizza here."
Dorothy raised one pointed eyebrow, "yummers?" she scorned.
Hilde, unable to speak stuck two fingers up at Dorothy and continued to eat.

"Hey Relly," at this Relena frowned, "where's good ole Hee-chan?" Hilde smiled and leaned back in her chair.

"Off sick, why?" Hilde grinned maniacally.

"Well. . .the word 'Duo' springs to mind. . ."

"Carry on talking Hilde Shibek-somethingorother you're speaking my language . . ."

Cackling in a way that made any males in the vicinity run like hell the tree girls began to plot.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Heero sighed and leaned back in his chair, the odd "don't you touch that cat again!" and "It provoked me!" were heard in short bursts from downstairs as he began to absentmindedly doodle on paint.
Two boys were running after each other, the smaller one with chestnut hair in a small bobble behind his head and the other with messy dark brown hair.
"You can't catch me!"
The messy-haired one caught up with the chestnut-haired one and laughed, "got you!"
Both boys were dressed in yellow and black basketball uniforms and looking quite pleased.
"No fair! You cheated!" The chestnut one moaned placing his hands on his hips.
The messy one laughed, "you're just jealous 'cos I caught you!"
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Ar-look out!"
Heero held his breath as he heard the screeching of brakes.
The messy one was holding the chestnut one protectively and they were rocking back and forth slowly.
The chestnut one pulled back slowly "hey hee-chan?"
At this point Heero realised he was the messy haired one.
"Yeah?"
"We're going to be friends forever."
Forever. .
Forever . . .

He was jolted out of his day dream by sharp knocking at his door, "come in."

Trowa walked in and smiled, "hey Heero. Just out getting some food, thought I'd drop by and give you the notes."
Heero gestured to the bed, his mind racing to try and figure out who the other boy was.

Trowa glanced over at Heero's screen before grinning and placing the notes on his bed. "Bye." He approached the door before turning around and winking, "nice picture."

Heero glanced at the monitor, while he had been thinking he had created a perfect picture of Duo Maxwell.

He scowled.