I slammed Duo's number on the speed dial again. 

"Hello, this Satan.  My I help you?"

"Don't pull that shit with me Duo." I spat into the receiver.

"Erk…hey Quat.  So, I guess you found me out huh?" Duo asked uncertainly.

"You're damn right I did!  What the hell were you thinking!?  He could have killed me!" I shouted.

"But what did he say?  Did he answer you?"  Duo asked, overly curious.

I suddenly stopped.  I realized my anger was misplaced, the dumb ass's idea had worked.  I blushed furiously over the phone.

"He…um…he said yes."  I said quietly.

"THEN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SCREAMING AT ME FOR YOU DICKHEAD!" Duo screamed as I threw the phone onto my bed, still hearing him clearly.

"NOT SO DAMN LOUD DUO!  YOU'LL MAKE ME DEAF!" I screamed back.

I picked the phone back up.

"Are we done screaming now?" I asked.

"YES!" Duo screamed again as I shrieked and dropped the phone, hearing Duo's hysterical laughter over the phone.

I took the phone up again. 

"Bastard." I hissed.

"Aww, now don't go calling yourself names Quat, it's bad for your self esteem." Duo sniggered.

"Why do I even bother?" I asked myself aloud.

"Because you love me."

I snorted.

"Don't push your luck Duo.  I'm still mad at you."

"Well you weren't doing anything about it, so someone had to step in."

I paused. 

When I thought about it, he was right.  As much as I hate admitting it, I have got to be the biggest sissy in the whole world. 

"Your right.  I'm sorry.  But couldn't you at least have picked at better card?" I asked. 

Just thinking about that corny thing scared me.  Great now I'm going to have nightmares of deformed dogs out to kill me with lame valentines.  Why me?

"I was trying to imitate your taste.  I thought I did a good job actually." Duo said casually.

"Duo…I am going to kill you." I said in a Heeroish tone.

Duo laughed.

"You sound like Heero."

I slapped my hand to my forehead.  Why am I always stuck with the stupid ones?

"That was the idea."

"Oh.  Right!  I knew that all along.   Just messin' with ya Quat." Duo said sheepishly.

I shook my head, and was about to answer, when I heard the door bell ring.  I glanced at my watch.  Shit!  It was 7:05!

"Uh-oh.  I gotta go Duo!  Trowa is here."

"Go get 'em lover boy!" Duo cheered and hung up.

I shrugged, hung up the phone and ran down stairs. 

Trowa stood in the door.  He wasn't dressed up, but he wasn't a mess either.  I guess you would call it dressy casual.  Oh hell, why does it matter?  He was friggin' hot!

"Um…uh, hey Trowa." I said, wringing my hands behind my back.

He looked at me with absolutely no emotion.  Well, there was a hint of let's-get-this-over-with, but I tried talking myself out of it.

"Hello.  Come on, let's go." he said, and led me outside to his car. 

My mouth dropped when I saw Trowa's car.  It was a brand new, blue, 2004 Jaguar-XR.

"Nice car." I said in an awed voice.

"Just get in." Trowa snapped.

I stepped back, shocked, and kind of freaked out. 

"Damn, he's scarier than my sisters with their face masks on."

I got into the car, slowly.  I figured any sudden movements and I might lose an arm or something.

We drove in silence for a while.  Remind me to kill whoever came up with the idea of silence.

"I know this is out of pity and everything, but why didn't you just say you would do it and, I don't know, not actually do it." I asked, in my coldest voice, which is about as threatening as a two-year old cracking their knuckles at you.

"You mean lie?" Trowa asked, looking at me with those dull green eyes…*drool*

I shook my head.

"Er…yeah.  Why didn't you?"

He shrugged, putting his eyes back on the road.

"I don't know.  I just did, besides, she'd kill me if she knew I'd lied." he said.

I glared at him, then turned to the window, watching the scenery pass by. 

"So, what do you want to do Quatre?"

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" I asked, still staring out the window.

"If he's go home I'll kill him."

"I haven't had dinner, so why don't we eat." Trowa said, more of a statement than a question.

"Sure.  Where?" I asked.

I'm starting to doubt my taste in men, so far, my dream man was becoming a nightmare.

"Why am I making all the decisions?" he asked, smiling at me.

I have this odd hunch that I turned red again, but I know for a fact that I smiled back.

And of course the nice moment was ruined by…

"SHIT!!! PUT YOUR EYES BACK ON THE ROAD!!!!!" as the car had a near head-on-collision with some trash cans.

The car swerved around the cans, and back on to the road.  My heart was pounding, my life had flashed before my eyes.  There hadn't been much to look at.  I heard a funny sound coming from Trowa.

He was laughing, small quiet laughter.  Then, for some unknown reason, I started laughing too.  We were both in hysterics when we passed a nice restaurant on the side of the road.

"Hey, how about we eat there?" I asked.

Trowa looked at the building and gave a hesitant answer.

"Err…..sure.  Why not?"

We pulled into the parking lot and got a table.  Trowa was strangely tense, he kept shifting and twitching.  At one point I thought he might be some government terrorist that was afraid he was being watched by the FBI.  Then I realized, it was probably because of me.

"Are you okay?" I ask in a semi sympathetic tone, with an obvious hint of coldness.

Trowa snapped his head up in a way too fast to be human way.

"I'm fine.  Fine.  Why do you ask?"

"You're twitching like you have fleas."

He looked down again.  I swear he's trying to steal my role in this whole thing.

"Oh, um…well, I'm kind of uncomfortable.  Can we go somewhere else?"

I gave an aggravated sigh.

"Like somewhere private so you don't have to be seen with me in public.  Well let me do you a favor Mr. Barton.  I'll leave, so you don't have to get off your ass and do something about it."

I stood out of my chair and stormed out of the restaurant in an over dramatic way, then tripped and fell on my ass on the way out.  I felt like some heroine in a romance comedy.

I knew deep down, that Trowa wouldn't follow me.  I had to face it, he was straight and this was a pity date.  I kicked at the ground.

"This shits.  What possessed me to come out here?" I said aloud.

"Hey!  Hey Quatre!  Wait up dammit!" screamed Trowa.

I turn around and let him catch up. Maybe deep down wasn't far enough.

"What do you want?"

The jerk was smiling for some reason, but it was kind of a im-an-idiot-please-forgive-me-I'll-do-anything-to-make-it-up-to-you smiles.

"Look, I'm really sorry.  How about some ice cream?" he asked, surprisingly putting an arm around me. 

"Must resist.  Must resist."

"Sure." 

"Damn."

TBC

~*Note:*~

Thank you  for all 40 of your reviews!  I'd like to thank my grandma, and my cousin's stepsister Maria.  Oh wait, this isn't the Academies, my bad.  But thanks anyways.  And to think all of this and I've only seen two heavily edited episodes of Gundam Wing, and an unedited of Endless Waltz.  I'M DYING TO SEE THE REST OF THE SHOW!!!!  Anyhow, this concludes my ramble.

BY THE WAY….It has just hit me, that I have not once included a disclaimer….that I can think of, so……..I KNOW NONE OF YOU HAVE THE BRAIN OF AN IDIOT, BUT JUST IN CASE, GUNDAM WING IS NOT MINE, ONLY THE HILARIOUS PLOT.  Thank you. Ja!!