He's My Best Friend by Jellyfish/ Trowa's My Best Friend (or maybe more?) by Deathscythe Chick
________________________
This song was given to me by Whoa Tamo. This song was tough
to make funny. I really tried!Here it is!I hope you like it! If you
are one of those people who likes serious Yaoi then you won't
like this one. It is supposed to be funny....(duh).
I didn't really change the lyrics but I wrote a funny little story to go with it!
______________________________________
It was a dark and stormy night....(sorry i always wanted tostart a story like that!)
Quatre is at his huge mansion, bored.Suddenly Quatre hears a knocking at the door.
Since all his servants are on Christmas vacation, he has to answer the door himself.
It is Trowa.
"Trowa?!" Quatre said, looking at the Latin teenager soaking wet.
"I...I was caught in the rain. I'm sorry but could I stay until the weather
clears up? Your place was the nearest so I came here."
"You know I am going to let you! You are my best friend after all...and I would
never let you stay out there." Quatre said.
Quatre guided Trowa to the fire place.
"I'll go make us some hot cocoa, ok?" Quatre said.
"Sure!"
Quatre goes to the kitchen (where he can still see Trowa)
He starts singing a little song under his breath.
I've known him all my life
it seems too inconcievable
at 13 we shook hands but we've been
always inseperable
*Poof*
"Erm........sorry Quatre.....the warmth of the fire made me
do it!" Trowa called out to Quatre.
"It's fine." Quatre says and continues to sing.
he's cinnamon on my toast, we're so close
that's not to say we haven't had our share of arguments
"Trowa I am gonna cook up a mean celery souffle, you must be hungry!"
"Celery?! Gross!"
"What?"
"I don't want any!"
"Come on!"
"Nooo!"
"Fine be a stupid brat about it! Im not talking to you!"
he's so unpredictable he winks acknowledgements
when i would rather he close his eyes
then push me aside
Quatre comes to the fireplace with a tray of hot cocoa and his
celery souffle.
"I made you my souffle.....just in case you wanted it..."
"Geesh, FINE!...I'll eat it! *munch* *munch* hey dish ish kinda good mmmmmm..."
Quatre blushed...and continues singing.
my hands a five leaf clover
it's palm sunday over and over i never had the luck of swingers
'til i was rapped around your fingers.
"Trowa can we talk?"
"About what? *munch*
"Look Trowa, I like you."
"That's nice Quatre, I like you a lot too! We're best friends
......duh! *munch*
"Nevermind..."
he's my best friend
he's my best friend
i'm his best friend
he's my best friend
Quatre eats his food politely while Trowa pigs out on it.
Quatre smiles at Trowa. Trowa catches his smile and sees a piece of
celery hanging between his two front teeth.
"Eeeeeeeeeeek!" Trowa yells.
"What?!"
"Eh....heheheheh...nothing."
Quatre shrughs and continues singing.
you don't need a brain
to have a stroke of genius
or a beautiful circus girl to let down your cute little hairdo
'cause growin' up is hard enough
when you're a Gundam Pilot for powder puffs
" *Yawn* Man, I am tired! Gotta extra bedroom?"
" Almost too many." Quatre replies (with the celery still in his mouth).
"Man I am waaaaay too tired!"
"Why don't you first take a shower? I'll give you
some PJ's."
(whether we're stayin' in or hangin' out)
i would never ask another on a date to the ball
he doesn't need a rubber space suit or alchohol
Quatre guides Trowa to a room with a shower in it. He goes to get PJ's.
In the room is pictures of Quatre and Trowa when they were little kids.
In one picture Quatre was playing dress up with his sisters' clothing and
Trowa was next to him. Another one was a halloween picture. Trowa was
a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle and Quatre was dressed........as a girl.
Somewhere in the hallway, Quatre still sings...
'cause he gets woozy from exchanging looks
(and a little)
misty reading sticky little manga books
he's my best friend
he's my best friend
I'm his best friend
he's my best friend
Quatre comes back with PJ's, but Trowa is already in the shower..
Quatre could see Trowa's shadow on the shower curtain. He was dancing.
Quatre laughs. Suddnely Trowa pokes his head out of the curtain. He has a rubber duckie
in one hand and a Scrub brush in the other. He has a shower cap on, too.
"What are you doing!?"
"eh...nothing!" Quatre says, running out of the bathroom.
He has an escellent idea.
my hand's a five leaf clover
it's palm sunday over and over
i never had the luck of swingers
'til i was wrapped around your fingers
Quatre strings a long piece of yarn on the bottom of the door.
He sits on the bed waiting for Trowa to come out.
he's my best friend
(we could hold hands for hours)
he's my best friend
(in the bathroom or shower)
Trowa steps put in a bath towel and trips over the string....
... dropping his towel.
".....!!!" Quatre gasps.
Trowa grabs the towel and sniffles on the floor.
I'm his best friend
(i pick him up when he's feeling down)
Quatre goes up to him and kneels down. He comforts Trowa.
he's my best friend
(I guess he's always been hangin' round)
"Come on get dressed."
"ok."
Quatre goes to the door and stares at Trowa. Trowa
stares back at Quatre.
he's my best friend
(he gets lonely now and then)
"Well....? Aren't you gonna get dressed?" Quatre asks.
he's my best friend
(and gets shy round other men)
Trowa blushes.
"Well, i would if you get out."
"Oh uh heheheh....right!"
i'm his best friend
(i guess i've reached the end of my best friend)
The next day.......
"Thanks Quatre! I feel great!"
"Soooo... Trowa....I was wondering if maybe we could go to..."
"Ooops sorry buddy Im going on a date with Catherine..."
He runs off. Leaving Quatre crying. He turns back and picks up Quatre's chin.
"Cheer up! We'll go somewhere some other time, ok?" Trowa says, and winks and kisses Quatre on the cheek.
"Thank you...." Quatre says, happily.
"No prob.......by the way, you got a humongous piece of celery hanging from you
teeth. Bye!"
Trowa runs off until he becomes a tiny dot in the distance.
________________________________________
Yeah yeah crappy! But I couldn't really work out something with this
song. Hope you liked it Yaoi fans, especially you Whoa Tamo!
Read and Review!
________________________
This song was given to me by Whoa Tamo. This song was tough
to make funny. I really tried!Here it is!I hope you like it! If you
are one of those people who likes serious Yaoi then you won't
like this one. It is supposed to be funny....(duh).
I didn't really change the lyrics but I wrote a funny little story to go with it!
______________________________________
It was a dark and stormy night....(sorry i always wanted tostart a story like that!)
Quatre is at his huge mansion, bored.Suddenly Quatre hears a knocking at the door.
Since all his servants are on Christmas vacation, he has to answer the door himself.
It is Trowa.
"Trowa?!" Quatre said, looking at the Latin teenager soaking wet.
"I...I was caught in the rain. I'm sorry but could I stay until the weather
clears up? Your place was the nearest so I came here."
"You know I am going to let you! You are my best friend after all...and I would
never let you stay out there." Quatre said.
Quatre guided Trowa to the fire place.
"I'll go make us some hot cocoa, ok?" Quatre said.
"Sure!"
Quatre goes to the kitchen (where he can still see Trowa)
He starts singing a little song under his breath.
I've known him all my life
it seems too inconcievable
at 13 we shook hands but we've been
always inseperable
*Poof*
"Erm........sorry Quatre.....the warmth of the fire made me
do it!" Trowa called out to Quatre.
"It's fine." Quatre says and continues to sing.
he's cinnamon on my toast, we're so close
that's not to say we haven't had our share of arguments
"Trowa I am gonna cook up a mean celery souffle, you must be hungry!"
"Celery?! Gross!"
"What?"
"I don't want any!"
"Come on!"
"Nooo!"
"Fine be a stupid brat about it! Im not talking to you!"
he's so unpredictable he winks acknowledgements
when i would rather he close his eyes
then push me aside
Quatre comes to the fireplace with a tray of hot cocoa and his
celery souffle.
"I made you my souffle.....just in case you wanted it..."
"Geesh, FINE!...I'll eat it! *munch* *munch* hey dish ish kinda good mmmmmm..."
Quatre blushed...and continues singing.
my hands a five leaf clover
it's palm sunday over and over i never had the luck of swingers
'til i was rapped around your fingers.
"Trowa can we talk?"
"About what? *munch*
"Look Trowa, I like you."
"That's nice Quatre, I like you a lot too! We're best friends
......duh! *munch*
"Nevermind..."
he's my best friend
he's my best friend
i'm his best friend
he's my best friend
Quatre eats his food politely while Trowa pigs out on it.
Quatre smiles at Trowa. Trowa catches his smile and sees a piece of
celery hanging between his two front teeth.
"Eeeeeeeeeeek!" Trowa yells.
"What?!"
"Eh....heheheheh...nothing."
Quatre shrughs and continues singing.
you don't need a brain
to have a stroke of genius
or a beautiful circus girl to let down your cute little hairdo
'cause growin' up is hard enough
when you're a Gundam Pilot for powder puffs
" *Yawn* Man, I am tired! Gotta extra bedroom?"
" Almost too many." Quatre replies (with the celery still in his mouth).
"Man I am waaaaay too tired!"
"Why don't you first take a shower? I'll give you
some PJ's."
(whether we're stayin' in or hangin' out)
i would never ask another on a date to the ball
he doesn't need a rubber space suit or alchohol
Quatre guides Trowa to a room with a shower in it. He goes to get PJ's.
In the room is pictures of Quatre and Trowa when they were little kids.
In one picture Quatre was playing dress up with his sisters' clothing and
Trowa was next to him. Another one was a halloween picture. Trowa was
a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle and Quatre was dressed........as a girl.
Somewhere in the hallway, Quatre still sings...
'cause he gets woozy from exchanging looks
(and a little)
misty reading sticky little manga books
he's my best friend
he's my best friend
I'm his best friend
he's my best friend
Quatre comes back with PJ's, but Trowa is already in the shower..
Quatre could see Trowa's shadow on the shower curtain. He was dancing.
Quatre laughs. Suddnely Trowa pokes his head out of the curtain. He has a rubber duckie
in one hand and a Scrub brush in the other. He has a shower cap on, too.
"What are you doing!?"
"eh...nothing!" Quatre says, running out of the bathroom.
He has an escellent idea.
my hand's a five leaf clover
it's palm sunday over and over
i never had the luck of swingers
'til i was wrapped around your fingers
Quatre strings a long piece of yarn on the bottom of the door.
He sits on the bed waiting for Trowa to come out.
he's my best friend
(we could hold hands for hours)
he's my best friend
(in the bathroom or shower)
Trowa steps put in a bath towel and trips over the string....
... dropping his towel.
".....!!!" Quatre gasps.
Trowa grabs the towel and sniffles on the floor.
I'm his best friend
(i pick him up when he's feeling down)
Quatre goes up to him and kneels down. He comforts Trowa.
he's my best friend
(I guess he's always been hangin' round)
"Come on get dressed."
"ok."
Quatre goes to the door and stares at Trowa. Trowa
stares back at Quatre.
he's my best friend
(he gets lonely now and then)
"Well....? Aren't you gonna get dressed?" Quatre asks.
he's my best friend
(and gets shy round other men)
Trowa blushes.
"Well, i would if you get out."
"Oh uh heheheh....right!"
i'm his best friend
(i guess i've reached the end of my best friend)
The next day.......
"Thanks Quatre! I feel great!"
"Soooo... Trowa....I was wondering if maybe we could go to..."
"Ooops sorry buddy Im going on a date with Catherine..."
He runs off. Leaving Quatre crying. He turns back and picks up Quatre's chin.
"Cheer up! We'll go somewhere some other time, ok?" Trowa says, and winks and kisses Quatre on the cheek.
"Thank you...." Quatre says, happily.
"No prob.......by the way, you got a humongous piece of celery hanging from you
teeth. Bye!"
Trowa runs off until he becomes a tiny dot in the distance.
________________________________________
Yeah yeah crappy! But I couldn't really work out something with this
song. Hope you liked it Yaoi fans, especially you Whoa Tamo!
Read and Review!