Disclaimer: I still don't own Gundam Wing.
With a sigh, Quatre plopped down on the couch in the living room where everyone else was. "Why do they constantly plague us?" he asked.
Duo shrugged. "Maybe they just want to be our friend," he suggested.
Heero gave Duo an odd look. "Fine, next time one calls, be this friend."
"Okay!" Duo said, grinning.
Wu Fei shook his head. "Why did you give him that idea?" Heero shrugged.
"This could go horribly wrong," Trowa said, "whose got the popcorn?"
Duo sat by the phone and waited for it to ring, which it eventually did. "Hello, Duo Maxwell speaking."
"Hello, Sir. I would like to interest you in a magazine subscription." The telemarketer said.
"Okay, but only if you'll be my friend," Duo told him.
"Um...okay!" the telemarketer agreed.
"Yay! I have no other friends, now you're my friend!" Duo cheered.
"You have no other friends? That's so sad!" the telemarketer stated.
"I know," Duo said, sniffing.
"Well, my name is Joe. I'll call you again tomorrow."
"Okay, Joe!" Duo said and hung up, smile on his face.
"You're not allowed to answer the phone anymore," Wu Fei stated.
"That is the saddest thing ever," Heero commented.
"We want to get them to stop calling, not have them calling everyday!" Trowa exclaimed.
"But he's so cool!" Duo countered.
Shaking his head, Quatre patted Duo's back. "We'll be your friends, Duo."
Duo sniffed again. "You will?"
"Of course," Quatre said.
"Yay!" Duo glomped Quatre in a super-friends hug.
Heero sweat dropped. "We're already are his friends!"
Trowa sighed. "He completely turned that idea against us."
"Sad, isn't is?" Wu Fei inquired,
"Very," Trowa answered.
