Chapter 3 Too Good To Be True
"Mina, are you ok? Mina…"
She slowly opened her eyes and saw a very concerned Trowa sitting beside her on her bed. "Wha…what happened?" she whispered. Then she remembered…remembered everything that he said to her. "Why are you still here?" she demanded, clutching her blankets tight.
"What did you want me to do? Leave you sprawled on the floor?" he asked her back. Minako frowned for a second then closed her eyes with chagrin. She felt his hand tighten on hers, unaware of his momentary concern. "Mina…"he said with urgency but the girl just as soon opened her eyes. "I'm sorry," she apologized, a faint flush creeping on her cheeks. "I shouldn't have been harsh when you're only trying to help me."
He didn't say anything and Minako felt like he was making her feel remorseful. "Aren't you gonna say anything?" she said unable to stand the silence. "Nope," he answered. "I agree that you've been inconsiderate of my position. Apology accepted." Minako couldn't believe what she just heard. "Inconsiderate?" she repeated dubiously. She tried to sit up but Trowa stopped her. "You should rest," he said as he gently ushered her back onto her pillows, his body following suit. When only a few centimeters gapped their faces, Trowa couldn't help but recapture the sweetness of her lips that he so aggravatingly missed. His lips went down on hers closer…closer…closer…
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He could almost feel her alluring lips when suddenly, she placed her finger on his mouth and refrained him from going any further. "It won't be that easy, Trowa Barton," she whispered and gave him a slow smile. She's giving him a really hard time and he wasn't sure if he was selfless enough to understand her. He decided to admit defeat for now and sat up, giving her a determined look. "I should be going now," he said. "Like I said, you should rest." He stood up and silently walked out of the room. He closed the door, silently cursing himself for thinking that she'd forgive him so easily.
But I won't be put off that easily either.
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"So, Trowa how was Minako?" quizzed Duo as he nudged the other boy with his elbow. "Still the bodacious babe like before?" "You know what? You should clean your dirty mouth, Maxwell," Barton spoke menacingly. The braided guy backed off from his friend, his hands in theatrical surrender. "Woah, Barton," he blurted out, startled. "That attitude is usually Heero's but you seem to be infected." Heero muttered a cold "Shut up" to the Deathscythe pilot and continued working on his laptop.
"Things didn't go very well?" inquired Quatre. "From the looks of it," cut in Duo as he eyed Trowa from head to toe. "I'd say nothing went well." No one said anything and Trowa just headed upstairs to his room. Duo flinched as a loud bang emanated from Barton's door. "Oh man," whistled Duo. "I hate being right all the time."
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the next morning…
RING! RING!
"I'll get it!" announced Duo. "Hello?"
"Hello? Umm…I don't know if I got the right number but is anyone named Trowa Barton living there?"
"Who is this? Mina?" whispered Duo as he made sure Trowa wasn't near enough to hear him. "Oh gosh! Duo?" exclaimed the caller. "Yeah, it is me," he replied. "I know you're glad to speak to me and all but Barton's gonna have my ass kicked if I deny him this phone call." He heard small laughter from the other line before she said, "Yeah, whatever Maxwell. Just give the phone to Trowa."
"Oh, Trowa," he called out. "Somebody wants to speak to you."
"Tell whoever it is that I'm busy…and stop that lilt in your voice. It doesn't suit you," barked the other guy.
"Hello Mina," Duo said over the phone loud enough this time so that Trowa could hear him. "Trowa says he's busy and he doesn't want to talk to you right now. If you wa-…"
"Hello," spoke Trowa after snatching the receiver from Duo. "Yeah, good morning to you, too." The American pilot snickered before moving away giving his friend privacy. "No, I'm not busy. I just said that 'cause…uh-huh…yes, there's no problem. Bye." After putting the phone down, he immediately ran upstairs to his room and the other boys looked curiously at him.
"What's wrong with him now?" complained Wufei. Quatre just shrugged and no sound was heard from Heero. Just then, Duo came inside the living room, whistling happily and stopped in the very center as he faced the three boys. "Trowa, my dear friends, is going on a date," he declared ceremoniously. "Stupid," muttered Wufei. Heero raised an eyebrow at the boy who was grinning from ear to ear and said suspiciously, "Just how did you know that?"
Duo smiled wider and pretended that nothing is the matter. "We do have phone extensions, right?" he finally said. Quatre groaned in disbelief. "Duo, how could you listen to their conversation?" The American boy gestured helplessly as if the answer was right in front of them. "Tsch! I'm a Gundam pilot-slash-spy, aren't I? What's the use of knowing all those stuff without putting them to action.
Another loud groan was heard, this time from all three boys.
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so the story didn't actually pick up in this chapter but please forgive me…and my lame writing as of the moment…and my possible syntax errors…and my possible misspelling. I'm kinda sleepy still. This time, I promise I'll make the next chapter better. PLEASE WRITE A REVIEW! Thanks! ---jd_anney
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For everyone who wrote a review in the last chapter, I'll thank you enough in the next chapter ok? I didn't check my mail recently…hehehe…thanks!