Good morning Saturday.
Today I woke up at 8:30, called Quatre, made sure he was awake and then went back to sleep. Quatre had like this huge play audition he was trying out for and he wanted me to make sure that he was awake an hour before he was supposed to leave, so that he would have time to get ready. Clean his face, brush his hair. Do his man make up maybe. Who knows? Anyway. The point is that I was forcibly awoken far too early for a Saturday.
Very un-cool, and thus Quatre will be paying me back for it later.
...
....
With his blood.
I slept for another hour and a half and then got up, took a shower, and then got dressed. When I came downstairs my mom greeted me with some line likeā¦
"Oh...D...it's Monday you slept away the weekend." Aha ha ha ha. She's so funny I may have to kill her. She called me D which can't be a good sign. It seems she can no longer remember all of my name.
I bared my teeth at her, trotted over to the couch and sat down to watch some cartoons.
Few people realize the genius of having Saturday morning cartoons. The perfect balance the world achieves for those few choice hours every Saturday when you don't have to be doing anything, when your parents are eating breakfast...when they world is a peaceful and harmonic place, and everything is right in the world.
It is truly a wonderful thing.
Anyways...about half an hour later the phone rang.
It was Quatre, wondering if I wanted to go to the mall with him and his boyfriend, and his boyfriend's sister who is shopping from prom.
Now I have to do my little Spiel about my good friends Trowa and Quatre.
Trowa is a little older then I am, thus making him a junior. He's in the school band, plays all sorts of sports, and wears tight jeans. Basically he's Quatre's dream man.
Trowa doesn't talk much however, thus leading to long hours on the phone with Quatre trying to explain that to him while he cries, and sniffles, and moans and says "Do you really think so?" about a billion times. Trowa is pretty cool. When its fall we go out and practice football together. Sometimes I can get him to talk, and sometimes I can't. Whatever.
Thing about Trowa is he has this like...insanely over protective big sister named Catherine. She's pretty nice, and has a nice rack and all, but sometimes she can get scary. The 'I'm watching your every move buddy...so don't touch my brother...' kind of scary. I know because she has said to me:
"I'm watching your every move buddy...so don't touch my brother."
We go to the mall with her today.
Quatre is my little buddy. I hang out with him all the time. We talk and eat ice cream and go to movies. Quatre lives about three blocks away from my house, so I can usually walk over to his house within five to ten minutes.
Quatre is crazy rich. Indoor/Outdoor pool kind of rich. I think his dad owns like all the pay porn sites on the internet or something weird like that. Quatre doesn't talk about his dad very much, I think they probably fight with each other.
Where was I? Oh right. The mall. Well...we are going to the mall today to get Quatre, Trowa, and Catherine stuff for prom. Wonderful. I have been dreading prom in the back of my mind for a while now. This is the main reason.
Relena is like a little 'special occasions' whore, and will defiantly be dragging Heero to prom with her. I bet she's had her prom dress all picked out for months now. I bet she just can't wait until prom gets closer and she can go get a facial, and her hair done and whatever else. I bet her shoes alone costed her daddy around the same amount my snowboard costed me. I bet that Relena cries when she sees Heero in his tux. Just a little bit. Just one single tear that flows down her cheek, screaming to Heero for attention.
I bet I will be glad though for I wouldn't have to see the puke pink limo she special orders for all of the school dances pull up to Heero's drive way...for I bet I will have gored my eyes out by that time.
So getting back to my day. We went to the mall. It was mad fun, because everyone had money. My parents even gave me some because they want me to go to prom. Me thinks they are bribing me. Which I am totally cool with.
Catherine let us wander off on our own for a while, which was surprising because she usually doesn't let Trowa out of her sight.
We spent half an hour in Abercrombie, and Abercrombie and Fitch waiting for Quatre. They have like extra extra extra large thongs which completely boggles the mind, because no one who is that large should be wearing that type of underwear. For the sake of man kind I bought all of them. They will be distributated through my neighborhood within a week.
People need to be aware of these things.
Today I woke up at 8:30, called Quatre, made sure he was awake and then went back to sleep. Quatre had like this huge play audition he was trying out for and he wanted me to make sure that he was awake an hour before he was supposed to leave, so that he would have time to get ready. Clean his face, brush his hair. Do his man make up maybe. Who knows? Anyway. The point is that I was forcibly awoken far too early for a Saturday.
Very un-cool, and thus Quatre will be paying me back for it later.
...
....
With his blood.
I slept for another hour and a half and then got up, took a shower, and then got dressed. When I came downstairs my mom greeted me with some line likeā¦
"Oh...D...it's Monday you slept away the weekend." Aha ha ha ha. She's so funny I may have to kill her. She called me D which can't be a good sign. It seems she can no longer remember all of my name.
I bared my teeth at her, trotted over to the couch and sat down to watch some cartoons.
Few people realize the genius of having Saturday morning cartoons. The perfect balance the world achieves for those few choice hours every Saturday when you don't have to be doing anything, when your parents are eating breakfast...when they world is a peaceful and harmonic place, and everything is right in the world.
It is truly a wonderful thing.
Anyways...about half an hour later the phone rang.
It was Quatre, wondering if I wanted to go to the mall with him and his boyfriend, and his boyfriend's sister who is shopping from prom.
Now I have to do my little Spiel about my good friends Trowa and Quatre.
Trowa is a little older then I am, thus making him a junior. He's in the school band, plays all sorts of sports, and wears tight jeans. Basically he's Quatre's dream man.
Trowa doesn't talk much however, thus leading to long hours on the phone with Quatre trying to explain that to him while he cries, and sniffles, and moans and says "Do you really think so?" about a billion times. Trowa is pretty cool. When its fall we go out and practice football together. Sometimes I can get him to talk, and sometimes I can't. Whatever.
Thing about Trowa is he has this like...insanely over protective big sister named Catherine. She's pretty nice, and has a nice rack and all, but sometimes she can get scary. The 'I'm watching your every move buddy...so don't touch my brother...' kind of scary. I know because she has said to me:
"I'm watching your every move buddy...so don't touch my brother."
We go to the mall with her today.
Quatre is my little buddy. I hang out with him all the time. We talk and eat ice cream and go to movies. Quatre lives about three blocks away from my house, so I can usually walk over to his house within five to ten minutes.
Quatre is crazy rich. Indoor/Outdoor pool kind of rich. I think his dad owns like all the pay porn sites on the internet or something weird like that. Quatre doesn't talk about his dad very much, I think they probably fight with each other.
Where was I? Oh right. The mall. Well...we are going to the mall today to get Quatre, Trowa, and Catherine stuff for prom. Wonderful. I have been dreading prom in the back of my mind for a while now. This is the main reason.
Relena is like a little 'special occasions' whore, and will defiantly be dragging Heero to prom with her. I bet she's had her prom dress all picked out for months now. I bet she just can't wait until prom gets closer and she can go get a facial, and her hair done and whatever else. I bet her shoes alone costed her daddy around the same amount my snowboard costed me. I bet that Relena cries when she sees Heero in his tux. Just a little bit. Just one single tear that flows down her cheek, screaming to Heero for attention.
I bet I will be glad though for I wouldn't have to see the puke pink limo she special orders for all of the school dances pull up to Heero's drive way...for I bet I will have gored my eyes out by that time.
So getting back to my day. We went to the mall. It was mad fun, because everyone had money. My parents even gave me some because they want me to go to prom. Me thinks they are bribing me. Which I am totally cool with.
Catherine let us wander off on our own for a while, which was surprising because she usually doesn't let Trowa out of her sight.
We spent half an hour in Abercrombie, and Abercrombie and Fitch waiting for Quatre. They have like extra extra extra large thongs which completely boggles the mind, because no one who is that large should be wearing that type of underwear. For the sake of man kind I bought all of them. They will be distributated through my neighborhood within a week.
People need to be aware of these things.
