Trowa gave me a tiny smile and leaned over me.

"First you have to answer a question."

I frowned.

"What next, a written exam?"

Trowa ignored my remark; damn he really is getting good at that.

"Will you go to the circus with me on Friday?"

I gave a wide-eyed stare.

"Th-the c-circus?  Y-you mean with c-clowns a-and stuff?"

Trowa nodded, giving me one of those 'did-you-overdose-on-your-Ritalin-again?' looks.

"Yeah, with clowns and stuff."

I whimpered.

"I-I-I…I hate clowns." I said quietly.

Insert blank stare from Trowa.

"Don't look at me like that!"

"Not that it's any different from all the other times you look at me, except when you're horny, but we're not gonna get into that."

Trowa sighed.

"Fine, I guess you won't go.  You'll just sit through detention with Duo, being bored out of your mind doing nothing.  But you know Quatre, I've heard from some friends of mine that the detention teacher for Friday looks a lot like the clown from Stephen King's 'It'."

"Eep…"

"Y-you m-mean the c-clown?" I asked.

Trowa nodded, smirking at me in his own non-emotional way.

I grabbed on to his arm and clung to it.

"Alright alright!  I'll go, I'll go!  Just please don't let the clown eat me!  Save me Trowa!" I pleaded, clutching Trowa's arm like some kind of turtle.

"Um Quatre?  I can't feel my arm…"

I loosened my grip; realizing sympathy from that man was as likely as me piloting a giant robot in space.

"Okay Trowa, I'll go, but one question.  How do I get out of detention?"

Trowa put one arm around me and kissed my forehead.

"That's easy.  Just don't come to school Friday."

My turn for the Ritalin look.

"That's all?  Come on, even I could have thought of that one."

Trowa shrugged.

"If it works, it works."

~Friday; At Home~

So, being the stupid boyfriend I am, I played sick today.  My dad let me stay home…in the care of my sisters.

I raced into my bedroom and locked the doors.  Barley avoiding my psychotic sisters who wanted to play 'doctor'. 

I flopped on my bed.

"This better be one hell of a circus Trowa.  I'm putting myself through living hell for you."

I laid there, then laid some more…then laid a while longer, then after that I laid around some more, and finally getting bored of that I decided to eat a cookie, then lay there some more.

FINALLY, six o'clock came around and I could start to do something.  I had to meet Trowa at the park in an hour.  I plan on sneaking out the window after telling my sisters that a Ricky Martin special would be on MTV.  Personally I'm kind of sad that there isn't one, but I'll get over it.

My alarm clock went off; it was time to start my own show.

I opened the door of my room.

"Hey Iria, guys!  A Ricky Martin special starts in 10 minutes on MTV! Hurry up and turn it on!" I shout.

The sound of a mob of girls killing each other to reach the television and I am satisfied.

I pulled on my jacket, climb out the window and run like hell.

Along the way I passed five couples having a bit of fun, to cross dressers, and had three old (and I mean ancient old) men try a feel me up thinking I was a girl until I found Trowa. 

"Note to self, find better meeting place."

"Ready to go?" he asks me.

I pull down my shirt and jacket, nodding.

"Trowa, I don't look like a girl do I?"

"Of course you do, one of the reasons I'm going out with you."

Long pause.  Damn!  I thought I was rid of those.

"Um, I was just kidding Quatre.  Couldn't you tell?"

I gave a glare, well, sort of a glare, more like a mean smile??

"You make it sound so easy." I muttered.

Trowa laughed a little.

"Sorry, I forgot how blank my face is.  Come on, let's go."

He grabbed me by the waste as he headed towards the car.

~The Circus~

We arrived in a huge parking lot.  There were lights and music and laughter.  I sound like I'm describing a fucking fairy tale ball.  Duo's right, lay of the Disney, but that lion cub is so cute.  Poor Simba *sniff*.

We were on our way to the big top when we passed them.  The clowns.  I saw them standing at the back, with their abnormal, large, red noses, and their pale white faces and their puffy cloths and big feet.  Then, out of no where, I laughed.  I couldn't stop.  They looked so stupid standing there in those funny cloths.

I think they thought I was nuts, or retarded or something.  But then they started to do things that made me laugh even more.  They squirted each other with water, tripped each other, I was hysterical.

 I was finally quiet, and we heading to our seats.

"Trowa, I think you'd make a good clown."

He gave me a funny look, a 'I'm-dating-a-psychopath' look.

"Yeah, and I could wear half a clown mask, puffy green pants that had stars all over them and they could call me Pierre.  Go to your seat Quatre."

"You have this well thought out."

Trowa nodded.

"I think I was a clown in a former life, and Catherine was my sister." he said, trying not to laugh, er, his version of laughing.

I shook my head, and turned to watch the show, which was about to start.

It was amazing, I had another fit when the clowns did their act, and we swear one of them called Trowa Pierre, which kind of freaked Trowa out.  There was this amazingly hot guy who did this act with some tigers.  Not that I was looking at him or anything.  Oh no, not me.

Once the show was over, I waited by a lions cage, waiting for Trowa who got lost in the crowd.  I gently pet the sleeping lion.

"I think he likes you."

I turned and saw Trowa, who pet the lion too.  It gave a large yawn.

"Cat.."

"Hmm? What's that Trowa?"

He smiled happily at me.  I guess he does have emotions after all.

"You're new nickname.  It's Cat."

I blushed furiously.

"It's better than the ones Duo has given me."

"You blush to easily Cat."

"You're not helping."

He bent down and kissed me before we got back in the car for the drive home.

The drive home was nice, not weird, or uncomfortable, but nice and, well, fluffy.  We didn't talk much, and when we pulled into my drive way we didn't talk at all.  We're were um…yeah busy, don't need to go into details there.  Not that far you pervs! __  Just a small make out session, sheesh, you go stay in the car five minutes extra and you're an automatic whore.

Anyways, we got out of the car and walked up to the front door.  I was giving Trowa one last kiss good-night, and that's when everything came to an end.  A bad one too.  The door swung open to reveal my sister Himeia and my father, neither very happy looking.

We were caught red-handed.

My sister glared at me.

"There was no Ricky Martin special, you should've known we would find it strange that you didn't watch it with us, sick or not.  What the hell is wrong with you?  You little fag you're sick.  You-"

"That's enough Himeia." my father told my sister.

I could tell, by the way his eyes were fixed on me, that he pretty much agreed with her, but was to proud to say anything.

"Quatre, inside. Now. Barton, get back in your car and go home."

Trowa gave a short nod to my father and left as I went back in the house to meet my undoing.

TBC

~*Author's Notes*~

Sorry for yet another cliff hanger, but it keeps you reading doesn't it?  Anyways, yeah, I wasn't exactly in mission impossible mode, so I couldn't think of a great, comical way to sneak Quatre out of detention.  So sorry about that.  And yes, its time for another angsty part of the story, but I promise at least a semi-happy ending alright?  Just don't eat me!!  AND DON'T SEND THE CLOWNS AFTER ME! PLEASE!! I'M BEGGING YOU!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

-BlackStar