Sorry I died for about a week on y'all. You see, my boyfriend came down to visit me... He lives up North. Yup. Blasphemy. A Southerner dating a Yankee. Generations of Musicas rolling in their graves...
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Past, Present, Future
by Grace Musica
Chapter Six
The Ups and Downs of Love and Hate
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Three months passed as thus: Trowa and Midii continued to live under the same roof, acting as if there was nothing between them; Liz went to confession to soothe her concious (something Quatre found VERY funny. "Why go when we all know your crime?" "Because I like to talk about myself, dear."); and little Alex was enjoying stirring things up between the two Preventers.
Five-year-olds can be very crafty. And quite uncanny when it comes to figuring out that two people are hiding something from one another. So she started doing little things: Running them tired. Leaving out her toys out so they'd have to work together to pick 'em up. You know, things only a child could ever think of.
Like I said, five-year-olds can be very crafty.
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Midii sank down on the couch next to Trowa. "I am so beat..."
Trowa nodded, not looking up from his task at hand. One of Alex's dolls had an unfortunate run-in with the lawn mower earlier that morning, and Trowa was desperately trying to save it.
"Good thing that's cloth and not plastic," Midii commented, an arm over her eyes.
"No kidding. If it was plastic, we'd be getting a new lawn mower, too."
"Well, it's already SO old. Just get another one."
"I can't."
Midii sat up. "And why not?"
Trowa stopped working and looked at her. "I have a house to pay for, and a family to feed. I can't afford the luxury of a new lawn mower when my old one still works."
"I thought you said the Winners bought this house..."
"They did. But I'm paying them back."
He turned his attention back to the doll, trying in vain to ignore the look Midii was giving him.
"You haven't changed that much, you know?"
He shook his head.
"Even when we were younger, I knew you had a good heart."
Trowa looked back at her. God, she looked beautiful. Her hair was starting to grow out again, and she had dyed it back to her natural blonde color months ago.
"I mean, you've grown up, you're different, but still... You still have a good heart."
The two of them continued to look at one another for about thirty seconds. Midii opened her mouth to say something, but Trowa put a finger to her lips, silencing her. The two of them inched closer and closer, until they were almost millimeters apart.
Trowa leaned forward, and just as his lips brushed against Midii's...
"DADDY!"
Trowa lept like a theif at a burgular alarm. He jumped up and rushed back to Alex's room.
Leaving Midii sitting on the couch, her hands touching her lips, in shock.
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"Damnit!"
Quatre stuck his head out of his office to find Lizzy cursing at the phone in the hallway. "Mad at the telephone company today, Liz?"
"Your friend! He--! He--! Ooh!"
Quatre raised an eyebrow. Liz was too mad to speak. A first. "I didn't do it?"
"Of COURSE you didn't do it! Barton did!"
"Did WHAT, Liz?"
She stormed down the hall, stopping at the door. "Not only did he kiss Midii Une last night, but afterwards acted like nothing happened!" And with that, she flounced down the hall, hair flying behind her.
Quatre grinned. I swear... She looks beautiful when she's pissed.
He started down the hall to at least calm her down, and hopefully a little more, but the phone rang. Half-tempted to ignore it, he thought better of it, groaned, and rushed to the desk. "Hello?"
"I think I have a problem," Trowa's voice sounded worried on the other end of the line.
"I heard. And yes, you do."
"How--?"
"Who else? Midii called Liz. You know women. Love to talk."
"Oh... what should I do then?"
Quatre sighed. "Trowa... Just... do what your heart tells you. Ignore your mind, even if it's for five minutes. Okay?"
Silence.
"Look, I've got to go. I need to calm Liz down before she kills a maid or something. That wouldn't exactally look too good on the five o'clock news."
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Past, Present, Future
by Grace Musica
Chapter Six
The Ups and Downs of Love and Hate
* * * * *
Three months passed as thus: Trowa and Midii continued to live under the same roof, acting as if there was nothing between them; Liz went to confession to soothe her concious (something Quatre found VERY funny. "Why go when we all know your crime?" "Because I like to talk about myself, dear."); and little Alex was enjoying stirring things up between the two Preventers.
Five-year-olds can be very crafty. And quite uncanny when it comes to figuring out that two people are hiding something from one another. So she started doing little things: Running them tired. Leaving out her toys out so they'd have to work together to pick 'em up. You know, things only a child could ever think of.
Like I said, five-year-olds can be very crafty.
* * * * *
Midii sank down on the couch next to Trowa. "I am so beat..."
Trowa nodded, not looking up from his task at hand. One of Alex's dolls had an unfortunate run-in with the lawn mower earlier that morning, and Trowa was desperately trying to save it.
"Good thing that's cloth and not plastic," Midii commented, an arm over her eyes.
"No kidding. If it was plastic, we'd be getting a new lawn mower, too."
"Well, it's already SO old. Just get another one."
"I can't."
Midii sat up. "And why not?"
Trowa stopped working and looked at her. "I have a house to pay for, and a family to feed. I can't afford the luxury of a new lawn mower when my old one still works."
"I thought you said the Winners bought this house..."
"They did. But I'm paying them back."
He turned his attention back to the doll, trying in vain to ignore the look Midii was giving him.
"You haven't changed that much, you know?"
He shook his head.
"Even when we were younger, I knew you had a good heart."
Trowa looked back at her. God, she looked beautiful. Her hair was starting to grow out again, and she had dyed it back to her natural blonde color months ago.
"I mean, you've grown up, you're different, but still... You still have a good heart."
The two of them continued to look at one another for about thirty seconds. Midii opened her mouth to say something, but Trowa put a finger to her lips, silencing her. The two of them inched closer and closer, until they were almost millimeters apart.
Trowa leaned forward, and just as his lips brushed against Midii's...
"DADDY!"
Trowa lept like a theif at a burgular alarm. He jumped up and rushed back to Alex's room.
Leaving Midii sitting on the couch, her hands touching her lips, in shock.
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"Damnit!"
Quatre stuck his head out of his office to find Lizzy cursing at the phone in the hallway. "Mad at the telephone company today, Liz?"
"Your friend! He--! He--! Ooh!"
Quatre raised an eyebrow. Liz was too mad to speak. A first. "I didn't do it?"
"Of COURSE you didn't do it! Barton did!"
"Did WHAT, Liz?"
She stormed down the hall, stopping at the door. "Not only did he kiss Midii Une last night, but afterwards acted like nothing happened!" And with that, she flounced down the hall, hair flying behind her.
Quatre grinned. I swear... She looks beautiful when she's pissed.
He started down the hall to at least calm her down, and hopefully a little more, but the phone rang. Half-tempted to ignore it, he thought better of it, groaned, and rushed to the desk. "Hello?"
"I think I have a problem," Trowa's voice sounded worried on the other end of the line.
"I heard. And yes, you do."
"How--?"
"Who else? Midii called Liz. You know women. Love to talk."
"Oh... what should I do then?"
Quatre sighed. "Trowa... Just... do what your heart tells you. Ignore your mind, even if it's for five minutes. Okay?"
Silence.
"Look, I've got to go. I need to calm Liz down before she kills a maid or something. That wouldn't exactally look too good on the five o'clock news."
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