Disclaimer: Still not ownin' Gundam Wing.
Authors note: I still don't really have much to say here so . . . I hope you're enjoying this . . . readers . . . wherever you are! 2 reviews . . . it sucks! Oh! Last time I put numbers in but forgot to write what they stood for so, here we go;
1. This is from the Goofy movie!
2. Ducky from the land before time.
~ ~ ~
Upside down. Inside out.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter five; Coming on strong.
The sun was setting by the time that Wufei inserted his key into the lock, turning it, pushing it open. The house was dark . . . and quiet,
"Yuy? Winner? Are you here?" He called, "Une's furious with the pair of you! Guys?!" He dropped his keys on the table by the door, slipping off his light jacket and kicked off his shoes, padding into the living room, following through into the kitchen. Not a note, or anything, in fact, Trowa's paper and Duo's plate of toast still sat on the kitchen table, cold and un touched for hours, "Can we say . . . icky . . .?"He said with disgust, "Only Maxwell would do something like that . . ." Shaking his head, Wufei walked to the main staircase.
Since the 5 of them had moved in together, they'd settled back into the old little quirks that they had all attained during the war. Heero seemed to carry a gun with him at all times, no matter what and you couldn't so much as enter the room without staring down the barrel of it.
Duo was a slob.
That was it. There wasn't anymore to it. He was. He left books, video games, food and clothes everywhere. Wufei once went into the gym to train and found a pair of Duo's black boxer shorts slung over the handle of the treadmill. He shuddered to think.
Trowa was a little more open than he used to be. Although, he still insisted on hiding half of his face with his ridiculous hairstyle. He was a pretty intelligent man, he was always doing something to keep him occupied rather than walking around groaning that he was bored . . . like Duo.
Quatre was just plain annoying! How anyone could be so damn perfect was beyond Wufei's comprehension . . . however . . . a friend is a friend and he treasured him dearly. Most people would expect Quatre to be the least likely out of the four to live in a normal residence, but, thinking on another note, who would suspect the richest man in the world to live in a large suburban town house with four other men!
Not many.
Exactly the point.
As he crept up the stairs, facing the dark hallway before him. As he sauntered casually down, past the bathroom and bedroom doors, he paused outside of Trowa's, hearing a range of muffled sounds;
'Uh . . . oh . . . oh . . . OH! Mmmm mmmm . . . oh . . . yes! Harder! TROWA!!'
Wufei blinked, turning his face back so he face directly ahead, walking forwards, pausing again outside of Heero's door;
'Uh . . . oh . . . oh . . . OH! Mmmm mmmm . . . oh . . . yes! Harder! HEERO!!'
Once again, he blinked, shaking his head and continuing onto his room. If he continued to begin to comprehend his house mates, he'd never make the restaurant for 7pm! In fact, he would probably go insane just by trying to understand Duo on his own.
- - -
Duo sat up right suddenly, startling Trowa so much that in the rush, he slipped off the side of his own bed. Despite the fact that he cawed madly at the sheets, determined to win, he still fell onto the wooden flooring with a 'thud',
"Ouch . . . Duo . . . what are you doing?" Trowa asked, shaking his head vigorously to shake off the stun,
"What time is it?!"
"Uh . . . 6:30 . . . why?"
"Oh my god! Hildey!"
"Uh . . . excuse me . . .?" Trowa asked, confused,
"I promise Hilde that I'd go over and help her move something to Dorothy's house!"
"Oh . . . well, would you like me to come too?"
Duo smirked as he hopped out of bed, running towards his clothes that were strewn around the rug in the centre of the room,
"You can if you want . . ."
"So, no then?" Trowa asked, tugging his black t-shirt back on,
"Like I said . . . if you want . . ."
"Actually . .. you said Hilde, right?"
"Yeah."
"I'll pass."
"Awwww . . . is Trowa scared of lil ol' Hildey?"
"Scared? No . . . petrified would be a better word!"
Duo snorted, placing his hands firmly on his hips,
"She's not THAT bad."
Trowa stifled a laugh, pulling his jeans on over slender legs,
"Ok Duo . . . I'll take your word for it . . . however . . . I promised Quatre that I'd make dinner for everyone . . . except Wufei because he's going out again . . ."
"Sorry to interrupt, but I find it fuckin' lame that Wufei has the best social life out of the 5 of us! Don't you think?"
"Yes. Very."
"Ok . . . so . . . can you wrap some dinner up for me and I'll eat it later?"
"Yes . . . in fact . . . I'll save mine and wait for you to come home . . ."
"Tro' . . . you don't have to . . ."
"Ah!" Trowa silenced him by placing a finger to his lips, "Shhhhhh . . . I'll do what I like, thank you Duo Maxwell."
"Well, jee, sorry, Trowa Barton!"
"Freaks!" Wufei called as he walked past the closed door,
"Y'know . . . I worry about our privacy when he's around . . . Trowa . . ."
"Hmmmm." Trowa agreed in his own, semi-silent way,
"Thanks for the in put."
"You talk too much . . ." Trowa whimpered, wrapping his arms around Duo's waist, "Y'know most of it doesn't actually make sense . . . right . . . you just talk and talk and talk and sometimes . . . people think you're speaking English, but, really, you're not . . . you're speaking Duo . . ."
Duo raised an eyebrow,
"Trowa, are you drunk?"
"Nope!"
"Is this how you always get once you get laid?"
"Uh . . ." Trowa seemed to think for a minute, "Yeah . . . pretty much . . ."
"COOL!" Duo exclaimed, bouncing up and down in spite of Trowa's tight embrace, "We gotta do THAT more often then . . . but . . . seriously, love . . . I gotta jet . . . Hilde'll have my braid if I don't show up soon!"
"Alright . . . I totally understand. Dineer'll be waiting for you by the time you get home."
"Sounds yummy!" Duo beamed as he straitened his braid, giving Trowa a quick kiss before grabbing his trademark black cap and leaving.
Trowa sighed happily, placing a hand on the side of his face. His skin was warm - flushed and he could feel his mouth widening in a grin,
"Duo'll do wonders for you, I think." Quatre cooed from the doorway,
"Y'know . . . Duo's right . . . we do have no privacy in this place . . ."
"I do believe that Duo's words were, and I quote; 'I worry about our privacy when he's around', referring, to Wufei . . . so therefore . . . you have nothing on us . . ." Heero stated calmly, appearing at Quatre's side, placing an arm around the small blonde's back, affectionately nuzzling his neck,
"You were listening?" Trowa asked in dead pan,
"Eh . . . these walls . . . are thin . . ." Quatre commented, a finger in the air,
"Well . . . I see that you two had a, ahem, god day at work."
"And I see that you had a good day . . . uh . . . yeah . . . that uhm, failed . . ."
"Quatre . . . what have I told you about talking?" Heero asked,
"Uhm . . ." Quatre bit his lower lip, raising his eyes to the sky in a silent memory retrieval, "Don't do it . . . unless I'm screaming on of the following words; Heero. Faster. Harder. Oh. Ah. Uh . . ." Quatre continued the list as the pair wandered off down the hallway towards the stairs, "Oh my! You love that . . . don't you . . ."
"Yeah . . . you're so posh . . ." Heero joked, ruffling up Quatre's hair,
"Please . . . I'm about to handle food . . . this, would be considered, nauseating!" Trowa yelled after them, shutting his bedroom door behind him.
- - -
"Look . . . Hilde . . . I am SO sorry that I'm late . . . I was . . . uh . . . held 'up' by something . . .?"
"That's alright Duo . . . I made brownies!" Hilde said perkily, holding out a tray stacked high with the born desert,
"Uh . . . great . . . but, since when do you cook?"
"I don't!" She grinned again, "This is my first attempt and you get the pleasure of the first taste . . . so . . . eat up!"
"Oh . . . Uh . . . great . . ." Duo muttered nervously as he took a brownie from the plate, "It looks . . . uhm . . . solid . . . which is a good thing . . . I guess . . ."
"Well . . . I'll be right back! I'm just gonna go call Dorothy!"
"Knock yourself out . . ."
"Why would I wanna do that, silly?"
"Uh . . . yeah . . . Hilde, is something up?"
"Me? Nah!" She waved him off, retreating back to the kitchen.
Duo eyed the brownie with some speculation,
"Is it dead yet . . .? Hmmmm . . ." He thought to himself, carefully moving to his lips. He opened his mouth and bit down hard, "YOUCH!" He yelped as it seemed to bite back, "Oh my god! My teeth!"
"Duo? Are you alright in there?"
"Uh . . . fine Hildey . . ." He groaned, holding his jaw, mouthing obscenities, "I've heard of this kinda torture before! Way oh way back when . . . during the 20th century . . . I think they called it . . . British airways food!(1)" He thought, still holding on to his jaw in extreme amounts of pain. He heard Hilde say her farewells and he began searching frantically searching for suitable disposal of the ancient Chinese weapon. Finally accepting defeat, he slung it over his shoulder where it bounced off the wall and shot into the fish tank, "Good enough . . ." He murmured,
"What is?" Hilde asked,
"Uh . . . nothin' . . ."
"How was the brownie?"
"Uh . . . it was . . . interesting . . ."
"Interesting?"
"I mean . . . nice . . . I think Wufei has something really similar . . ." Duo said, a façade of honesty covering the guilty reality, "Yeah . . . in his ammunitions cupboard . . ." He added as an after thought,
"Ok . . . well . . . I'm glad you liked them . . . please . . . have another . . ."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't. Tro' will murder me if I spoil my dinner."
Hilde went blank,
"Trowa's making you dinner?" She asked,
"Yeah! He's making everyone dinner tonight! He's such a whiz in the kitchen . . ."
"Well . . . uh . . ." Hilde began, tracing circles on her knee, "I was kinda hopin' that you'd stay here . . . for the night . . ."
"What?" Duo chuckled, "Surely taking some boxes over to Dorothy's apartment can't be that tirin'!"
"Well . . . uhm . . . Duo . . ." She stammered, scooting closer to him, "I . . . there was something that I wanted to tell you . . . Duo . . . I . . . I really care about you . . . y'know that, right?" Duo nodded, "And I was thinkin' that, seein' as you seem to be infatuated by Trowa . . . I was kinda thinkin' that perhaps you and I should . . . uh . . . try and . . . be . . . more . . . than . . . friends . . .?"
Duo stared at her, mouth open wide,
"Uh . . . Hildey . . . I'm flattered . . . I mean . . . this is . . ."
"Then say yes!" She gasped, clasping her hands together,
"Hilde . . . I can't . . . I'm with someone!"
"Since when?"
"This morning."
"Oh . . . well . . . then . . . you don't really know . . . I mean . . . she might not be the one . . ."
"She . . .?"
"Yeah! I mean . . . perhaps you and I should . . . Oh Duo! You know that I'm never gonna break your heart! I care about you FAR too much!"
"Hilde . . . you don't understand . . ."
"She'll only hurt you Duo, please!"
"Look. Will you please stop sayin' she?"
"IT?!"
"HIM! Trowa! His name is Trowa! T R O W A!" He spelt out, annunciating each word, "I SLEPT WITH TROWA BARTON AND I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM!"
Hilde gasped, withdrawing into herself, huddled in the corner of the couch as Duo stood,
"Oh Duo . . ." She whispered,
"Hilde . . . I'm sorry . . . but, I'm gonna go now. Trowa's waiting for me. I'm really sorry that this had to turn out like this."
"Me too." She muttered bitterly,
"Cya around, Hilde." He mumbled, letting himself out the door.
As Duo walked home, hands stuffed into his pockets, he sighed heavily, a tears slipping down his cheek. Hilde had been one of his best friends . . . and now, even she'd ruined their friendship by coming onto him. Heero had drifted away from him, Quatre had his business, his preventers work and he had always been closer to Trowa than anyone else anyway. Ahh . . . Trowa . . . he grinned at the thought. He had Trowa, and nothing else could change that.
- - -
"Hello?"
"Hello Relena, its Hilde . . ."
"Oh . . . Hilde! How'd it go?"
"Terrible. He's only hooked up with that tall one . . . the cute one . . . Trowa!"
"Oh my!"
"Oh Relena! What am I gonna do?"
"Don't worry . . . we'll sort this out . . . I'll have words with Heero tomorrow . . . ok?"
"Alright. Thanks."
"Goodnight."
"Night."
~ ~ ~ To be continued . . .
Well . . . I really, really HATE Hilde . . . with a passion . . . so, I'm not gonna be nice to her in this story. Also . . . I'm thinkin' about makin' this a deathfic! Waddaya think?
1. I HATE British airways food! It tastes like the plastic they serve it on!
Authors note: I still don't really have much to say here so . . . I hope you're enjoying this . . . readers . . . wherever you are! 2 reviews . . . it sucks! Oh! Last time I put numbers in but forgot to write what they stood for so, here we go;
1. This is from the Goofy movie!
2. Ducky from the land before time.
~ ~ ~
Upside down. Inside out.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter five; Coming on strong.
The sun was setting by the time that Wufei inserted his key into the lock, turning it, pushing it open. The house was dark . . . and quiet,
"Yuy? Winner? Are you here?" He called, "Une's furious with the pair of you! Guys?!" He dropped his keys on the table by the door, slipping off his light jacket and kicked off his shoes, padding into the living room, following through into the kitchen. Not a note, or anything, in fact, Trowa's paper and Duo's plate of toast still sat on the kitchen table, cold and un touched for hours, "Can we say . . . icky . . .?"He said with disgust, "Only Maxwell would do something like that . . ." Shaking his head, Wufei walked to the main staircase.
Since the 5 of them had moved in together, they'd settled back into the old little quirks that they had all attained during the war. Heero seemed to carry a gun with him at all times, no matter what and you couldn't so much as enter the room without staring down the barrel of it.
Duo was a slob.
That was it. There wasn't anymore to it. He was. He left books, video games, food and clothes everywhere. Wufei once went into the gym to train and found a pair of Duo's black boxer shorts slung over the handle of the treadmill. He shuddered to think.
Trowa was a little more open than he used to be. Although, he still insisted on hiding half of his face with his ridiculous hairstyle. He was a pretty intelligent man, he was always doing something to keep him occupied rather than walking around groaning that he was bored . . . like Duo.
Quatre was just plain annoying! How anyone could be so damn perfect was beyond Wufei's comprehension . . . however . . . a friend is a friend and he treasured him dearly. Most people would expect Quatre to be the least likely out of the four to live in a normal residence, but, thinking on another note, who would suspect the richest man in the world to live in a large suburban town house with four other men!
Not many.
Exactly the point.
As he crept up the stairs, facing the dark hallway before him. As he sauntered casually down, past the bathroom and bedroom doors, he paused outside of Trowa's, hearing a range of muffled sounds;
'Uh . . . oh . . . oh . . . OH! Mmmm mmmm . . . oh . . . yes! Harder! TROWA!!'
Wufei blinked, turning his face back so he face directly ahead, walking forwards, pausing again outside of Heero's door;
'Uh . . . oh . . . oh . . . OH! Mmmm mmmm . . . oh . . . yes! Harder! HEERO!!'
Once again, he blinked, shaking his head and continuing onto his room. If he continued to begin to comprehend his house mates, he'd never make the restaurant for 7pm! In fact, he would probably go insane just by trying to understand Duo on his own.
- - -
Duo sat up right suddenly, startling Trowa so much that in the rush, he slipped off the side of his own bed. Despite the fact that he cawed madly at the sheets, determined to win, he still fell onto the wooden flooring with a 'thud',
"Ouch . . . Duo . . . what are you doing?" Trowa asked, shaking his head vigorously to shake off the stun,
"What time is it?!"
"Uh . . . 6:30 . . . why?"
"Oh my god! Hildey!"
"Uh . . . excuse me . . .?" Trowa asked, confused,
"I promise Hilde that I'd go over and help her move something to Dorothy's house!"
"Oh . . . well, would you like me to come too?"
Duo smirked as he hopped out of bed, running towards his clothes that were strewn around the rug in the centre of the room,
"You can if you want . . ."
"So, no then?" Trowa asked, tugging his black t-shirt back on,
"Like I said . . . if you want . . ."
"Actually . .. you said Hilde, right?"
"Yeah."
"I'll pass."
"Awwww . . . is Trowa scared of lil ol' Hildey?"
"Scared? No . . . petrified would be a better word!"
Duo snorted, placing his hands firmly on his hips,
"She's not THAT bad."
Trowa stifled a laugh, pulling his jeans on over slender legs,
"Ok Duo . . . I'll take your word for it . . . however . . . I promised Quatre that I'd make dinner for everyone . . . except Wufei because he's going out again . . ."
"Sorry to interrupt, but I find it fuckin' lame that Wufei has the best social life out of the 5 of us! Don't you think?"
"Yes. Very."
"Ok . . . so . . . can you wrap some dinner up for me and I'll eat it later?"
"Yes . . . in fact . . . I'll save mine and wait for you to come home . . ."
"Tro' . . . you don't have to . . ."
"Ah!" Trowa silenced him by placing a finger to his lips, "Shhhhhh . . . I'll do what I like, thank you Duo Maxwell."
"Well, jee, sorry, Trowa Barton!"
"Freaks!" Wufei called as he walked past the closed door,
"Y'know . . . I worry about our privacy when he's around . . . Trowa . . ."
"Hmmmm." Trowa agreed in his own, semi-silent way,
"Thanks for the in put."
"You talk too much . . ." Trowa whimpered, wrapping his arms around Duo's waist, "Y'know most of it doesn't actually make sense . . . right . . . you just talk and talk and talk and sometimes . . . people think you're speaking English, but, really, you're not . . . you're speaking Duo . . ."
Duo raised an eyebrow,
"Trowa, are you drunk?"
"Nope!"
"Is this how you always get once you get laid?"
"Uh . . ." Trowa seemed to think for a minute, "Yeah . . . pretty much . . ."
"COOL!" Duo exclaimed, bouncing up and down in spite of Trowa's tight embrace, "We gotta do THAT more often then . . . but . . . seriously, love . . . I gotta jet . . . Hilde'll have my braid if I don't show up soon!"
"Alright . . . I totally understand. Dineer'll be waiting for you by the time you get home."
"Sounds yummy!" Duo beamed as he straitened his braid, giving Trowa a quick kiss before grabbing his trademark black cap and leaving.
Trowa sighed happily, placing a hand on the side of his face. His skin was warm - flushed and he could feel his mouth widening in a grin,
"Duo'll do wonders for you, I think." Quatre cooed from the doorway,
"Y'know . . . Duo's right . . . we do have no privacy in this place . . ."
"I do believe that Duo's words were, and I quote; 'I worry about our privacy when he's around', referring, to Wufei . . . so therefore . . . you have nothing on us . . ." Heero stated calmly, appearing at Quatre's side, placing an arm around the small blonde's back, affectionately nuzzling his neck,
"You were listening?" Trowa asked in dead pan,
"Eh . . . these walls . . . are thin . . ." Quatre commented, a finger in the air,
"Well . . . I see that you two had a, ahem, god day at work."
"And I see that you had a good day . . . uh . . . yeah . . . that uhm, failed . . ."
"Quatre . . . what have I told you about talking?" Heero asked,
"Uhm . . ." Quatre bit his lower lip, raising his eyes to the sky in a silent memory retrieval, "Don't do it . . . unless I'm screaming on of the following words; Heero. Faster. Harder. Oh. Ah. Uh . . ." Quatre continued the list as the pair wandered off down the hallway towards the stairs, "Oh my! You love that . . . don't you . . ."
"Yeah . . . you're so posh . . ." Heero joked, ruffling up Quatre's hair,
"Please . . . I'm about to handle food . . . this, would be considered, nauseating!" Trowa yelled after them, shutting his bedroom door behind him.
- - -
"Look . . . Hilde . . . I am SO sorry that I'm late . . . I was . . . uh . . . held 'up' by something . . .?"
"That's alright Duo . . . I made brownies!" Hilde said perkily, holding out a tray stacked high with the born desert,
"Uh . . . great . . . but, since when do you cook?"
"I don't!" She grinned again, "This is my first attempt and you get the pleasure of the first taste . . . so . . . eat up!"
"Oh . . . Uh . . . great . . ." Duo muttered nervously as he took a brownie from the plate, "It looks . . . uhm . . . solid . . . which is a good thing . . . I guess . . ."
"Well . . . I'll be right back! I'm just gonna go call Dorothy!"
"Knock yourself out . . ."
"Why would I wanna do that, silly?"
"Uh . . . yeah . . . Hilde, is something up?"
"Me? Nah!" She waved him off, retreating back to the kitchen.
Duo eyed the brownie with some speculation,
"Is it dead yet . . .? Hmmmm . . ." He thought to himself, carefully moving to his lips. He opened his mouth and bit down hard, "YOUCH!" He yelped as it seemed to bite back, "Oh my god! My teeth!"
"Duo? Are you alright in there?"
"Uh . . . fine Hildey . . ." He groaned, holding his jaw, mouthing obscenities, "I've heard of this kinda torture before! Way oh way back when . . . during the 20th century . . . I think they called it . . . British airways food!(1)" He thought, still holding on to his jaw in extreme amounts of pain. He heard Hilde say her farewells and he began searching frantically searching for suitable disposal of the ancient Chinese weapon. Finally accepting defeat, he slung it over his shoulder where it bounced off the wall and shot into the fish tank, "Good enough . . ." He murmured,
"What is?" Hilde asked,
"Uh . . . nothin' . . ."
"How was the brownie?"
"Uh . . . it was . . . interesting . . ."
"Interesting?"
"I mean . . . nice . . . I think Wufei has something really similar . . ." Duo said, a façade of honesty covering the guilty reality, "Yeah . . . in his ammunitions cupboard . . ." He added as an after thought,
"Ok . . . well . . . I'm glad you liked them . . . please . . . have another . . ."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't. Tro' will murder me if I spoil my dinner."
Hilde went blank,
"Trowa's making you dinner?" She asked,
"Yeah! He's making everyone dinner tonight! He's such a whiz in the kitchen . . ."
"Well . . . uh . . ." Hilde began, tracing circles on her knee, "I was kinda hopin' that you'd stay here . . . for the night . . ."
"What?" Duo chuckled, "Surely taking some boxes over to Dorothy's apartment can't be that tirin'!"
"Well . . . uhm . . . Duo . . ." She stammered, scooting closer to him, "I . . . there was something that I wanted to tell you . . . Duo . . . I . . . I really care about you . . . y'know that, right?" Duo nodded, "And I was thinkin' that, seein' as you seem to be infatuated by Trowa . . . I was kinda thinkin' that perhaps you and I should . . . uh . . . try and . . . be . . . more . . . than . . . friends . . .?"
Duo stared at her, mouth open wide,
"Uh . . . Hildey . . . I'm flattered . . . I mean . . . this is . . ."
"Then say yes!" She gasped, clasping her hands together,
"Hilde . . . I can't . . . I'm with someone!"
"Since when?"
"This morning."
"Oh . . . well . . . then . . . you don't really know . . . I mean . . . she might not be the one . . ."
"She . . .?"
"Yeah! I mean . . . perhaps you and I should . . . Oh Duo! You know that I'm never gonna break your heart! I care about you FAR too much!"
"Hilde . . . you don't understand . . ."
"She'll only hurt you Duo, please!"
"Look. Will you please stop sayin' she?"
"IT?!"
"HIM! Trowa! His name is Trowa! T R O W A!" He spelt out, annunciating each word, "I SLEPT WITH TROWA BARTON AND I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM!"
Hilde gasped, withdrawing into herself, huddled in the corner of the couch as Duo stood,
"Oh Duo . . ." She whispered,
"Hilde . . . I'm sorry . . . but, I'm gonna go now. Trowa's waiting for me. I'm really sorry that this had to turn out like this."
"Me too." She muttered bitterly,
"Cya around, Hilde." He mumbled, letting himself out the door.
As Duo walked home, hands stuffed into his pockets, he sighed heavily, a tears slipping down his cheek. Hilde had been one of his best friends . . . and now, even she'd ruined their friendship by coming onto him. Heero had drifted away from him, Quatre had his business, his preventers work and he had always been closer to Trowa than anyone else anyway. Ahh . . . Trowa . . . he grinned at the thought. He had Trowa, and nothing else could change that.
- - -
"Hello?"
"Hello Relena, its Hilde . . ."
"Oh . . . Hilde! How'd it go?"
"Terrible. He's only hooked up with that tall one . . . the cute one . . . Trowa!"
"Oh my!"
"Oh Relena! What am I gonna do?"
"Don't worry . . . we'll sort this out . . . I'll have words with Heero tomorrow . . . ok?"
"Alright. Thanks."
"Goodnight."
"Night."
~ ~ ~ To be continued . . .
Well . . . I really, really HATE Hilde . . . with a passion . . . so, I'm not gonna be nice to her in this story. Also . . . I'm thinkin' about makin' this a deathfic! Waddaya think?
1. I HATE British airways food! It tastes like the plastic they serve it on!