Still don't own gundam wing.......
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Once outside it was cold. Not -30 cold, but average-canadian-winter cold. As the four steped outside into the smokers section, there were a dozen of young kids with cigarettes standing around a sign that clearly stated "NO SMOKING".
An older student, maybe grade twelve, aproached them with his hands tucked in his pockets, trying to keep warm, "wanna buy a smoke?".
"yeah, here," Hilde answers, handing him a dollar in exchange for a cigarette.
"Hilde!," Quatre protests, "you smoke too?!".
"yeah. God, stop being such a fag and shut up about it already!," She says, rolling her eyes.
Quatre gasps and covers his mouth in shock. Watching her walk away with Duo, he felt so offended and hurt.
"you're very womanly," Releena admits, giggling.
Quatre blushes and smiles.
"new guy!," called that familiar, sexy voice from behind Quatre. Quatre turned and saw Trowa approaching him, "can I have a dollar?".
Quatre's face flushes and his heart stops. Could he possibly have this huge of a crush on this Trowa kid? "uh, n- no. I only have credit cards. Why do you ask?".
"aww, I need a smoke," he pouts.
"no you don't!," Quatre protests as Releena laughs.
Trowa looks up at him, "I don't?".
"you don't. Smoking's bad for you and everybody around you!," Quatre lectures.
".....................it is?," he asks, sounding amazed.
"yes, it has so many poisonous chemicals in it. I think about 600 or something, but its got something they make atomic bombs with in it, ammonia, ammonium sulphide, oils, caffeine, even fiber glass!," he continues.
"what?! No way! I thought they had vitamin C and stuff!," Trowa jokes, pretending to be as outraged as Quatre.
Quatre blushes. Now he probably looked really stupid.
Trowa smiles, "I'm sorry. Am I embarrassing you?," he asks, amused.
Quatre looks up from his fixed stare on his shoes, into Trowa's dark green eyes. He was startled at how close he suddenly was. He remembered the question, "oh, um. No," he says with a shy smile.
For what seemed like a whole minute, Trowa stared deep into Quatre's eyes as if he were reading his thoughts. It was un-comfortable, yet Quatre wished he would never look away. Someone else grabbed Trowa's attention, however and he forgot Quatre and walked away. Quatre's heart was racing. He took in a deep breath and slowly breathed out to calm himself. He looked to his side at Releena smiling at him, "what?," he asked.
She moved closer to him, still smiling, "are you gay?".
Quatre smiled and looked away, his face turning a cute shade of pink once more.
"aaaaaaaaawe! Cute-ness! Quatre's in love!," she teased him, quietly. She noticed how embarrassed he looked, "don't worry, I won't tell anybody if it's a secret," she promises.
"well, it's not a HUGE secret of mine. I just would like to know if he would, you know," Quatre says with a shrug.
"I understand. I could try to find out if you'd like," she suggests.
He looks at her happily, "that would help! But, not my name, okay?".
***
Lunch was over shortly after that. Quatre entered his new classroom, clutching his binder nervously. He spotted an empty desk he favored for some reason, so he made it his own. Second desk from the front. The bell rang and once the class had settled, the teacher began. She set up an old overhead and presented the first notes they were to copy down, shining upon the white sheet over the board.
Just then, Quatre heard the door very quietly click shut and turned around to see Trowa, trying to sneak in un noticed.
"Trowa Barton," The teacher begins.
Trowa flinches as he takes the seat behind Quatre.
"-you came to class! What's the occasion?," she says with a smile.
Everybody turns and looks at Trowa, some giggles from the girls sitting in the back corner. Trowa sinks into his chair, "I dunno. Waking up early, I guess," he says, quietly.
The teacher smiles at him more before marking him late on her attendance sheet.
Quatre finally gathers enough courage to turn and face Trowa, "wow, you're in my class?".
"wow, I'm in your class?," was his response.
Quatre closes his eyes and sighs, frustrated, getting a laugh from Trowa.
***
School was over eventually and the schoolyards filled with kids pushing their way onto the busses and their own vehicles. Quatre approached a silver Mercedes, waiting patiently outside the front doors of the school. He climbed into the back seat and greeted his driver, "good evening, Jeffery".
"hello, mister Winner. Are we going home today?," he reply's in a cheery voice.
"no. I have to deliver my cheque to the community center for the salvation army today," Quatre reminds as he puts on his seatbelt.
"ah, that's a good boy," the driver replies as he steers the car into traffic, "nice to see you giving your money to the less fortunate".
*
Once they were downtown, the car pulled up behind a slummy looking building. Quatre left the car and entered through a rusted-out door that was left unlocked for him. Once inside, there were many people hard at work, sorting through hundreds of garbage bags filled with donated goods varying from teddy bears to clothes.
"hello, Quatre," called a young black woman, "how are you today".
"I'm fine, is everything okay here?," he asks, looking around at the reasonably tidy room.
"Yup. It's busy today, but were doing good," she assures him.
Quatre pulls out his cheque book and a pen and begins writing. He signs it and hands over the cheque, now worth $4,000.
The woman smiles politely as she receives the cheque, "thank you very much, Quatre. you're so kind-hearted," she admits. She sighs, "I wish there were more people like you".
Quatre blushes slightly. He did this very often, helping out people less fortunate than himself- which is pretty much everybody. "I have to go. I'll see you next week," he promises as he exits through the door.
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Once outside it was cold. Not -30 cold, but average-canadian-winter cold. As the four steped outside into the smokers section, there were a dozen of young kids with cigarettes standing around a sign that clearly stated "NO SMOKING".
An older student, maybe grade twelve, aproached them with his hands tucked in his pockets, trying to keep warm, "wanna buy a smoke?".
"yeah, here," Hilde answers, handing him a dollar in exchange for a cigarette.
"Hilde!," Quatre protests, "you smoke too?!".
"yeah. God, stop being such a fag and shut up about it already!," She says, rolling her eyes.
Quatre gasps and covers his mouth in shock. Watching her walk away with Duo, he felt so offended and hurt.
"you're very womanly," Releena admits, giggling.
Quatre blushes and smiles.
"new guy!," called that familiar, sexy voice from behind Quatre. Quatre turned and saw Trowa approaching him, "can I have a dollar?".
Quatre's face flushes and his heart stops. Could he possibly have this huge of a crush on this Trowa kid? "uh, n- no. I only have credit cards. Why do you ask?".
"aww, I need a smoke," he pouts.
"no you don't!," Quatre protests as Releena laughs.
Trowa looks up at him, "I don't?".
"you don't. Smoking's bad for you and everybody around you!," Quatre lectures.
".....................it is?," he asks, sounding amazed.
"yes, it has so many poisonous chemicals in it. I think about 600 or something, but its got something they make atomic bombs with in it, ammonia, ammonium sulphide, oils, caffeine, even fiber glass!," he continues.
"what?! No way! I thought they had vitamin C and stuff!," Trowa jokes, pretending to be as outraged as Quatre.
Quatre blushes. Now he probably looked really stupid.
Trowa smiles, "I'm sorry. Am I embarrassing you?," he asks, amused.
Quatre looks up from his fixed stare on his shoes, into Trowa's dark green eyes. He was startled at how close he suddenly was. He remembered the question, "oh, um. No," he says with a shy smile.
For what seemed like a whole minute, Trowa stared deep into Quatre's eyes as if he were reading his thoughts. It was un-comfortable, yet Quatre wished he would never look away. Someone else grabbed Trowa's attention, however and he forgot Quatre and walked away. Quatre's heart was racing. He took in a deep breath and slowly breathed out to calm himself. He looked to his side at Releena smiling at him, "what?," he asked.
She moved closer to him, still smiling, "are you gay?".
Quatre smiled and looked away, his face turning a cute shade of pink once more.
"aaaaaaaaawe! Cute-ness! Quatre's in love!," she teased him, quietly. She noticed how embarrassed he looked, "don't worry, I won't tell anybody if it's a secret," she promises.
"well, it's not a HUGE secret of mine. I just would like to know if he would, you know," Quatre says with a shrug.
"I understand. I could try to find out if you'd like," she suggests.
He looks at her happily, "that would help! But, not my name, okay?".
***
Lunch was over shortly after that. Quatre entered his new classroom, clutching his binder nervously. He spotted an empty desk he favored for some reason, so he made it his own. Second desk from the front. The bell rang and once the class had settled, the teacher began. She set up an old overhead and presented the first notes they were to copy down, shining upon the white sheet over the board.
Just then, Quatre heard the door very quietly click shut and turned around to see Trowa, trying to sneak in un noticed.
"Trowa Barton," The teacher begins.
Trowa flinches as he takes the seat behind Quatre.
"-you came to class! What's the occasion?," she says with a smile.
Everybody turns and looks at Trowa, some giggles from the girls sitting in the back corner. Trowa sinks into his chair, "I dunno. Waking up early, I guess," he says, quietly.
The teacher smiles at him more before marking him late on her attendance sheet.
Quatre finally gathers enough courage to turn and face Trowa, "wow, you're in my class?".
"wow, I'm in your class?," was his response.
Quatre closes his eyes and sighs, frustrated, getting a laugh from Trowa.
***
School was over eventually and the schoolyards filled with kids pushing their way onto the busses and their own vehicles. Quatre approached a silver Mercedes, waiting patiently outside the front doors of the school. He climbed into the back seat and greeted his driver, "good evening, Jeffery".
"hello, mister Winner. Are we going home today?," he reply's in a cheery voice.
"no. I have to deliver my cheque to the community center for the salvation army today," Quatre reminds as he puts on his seatbelt.
"ah, that's a good boy," the driver replies as he steers the car into traffic, "nice to see you giving your money to the less fortunate".
*
Once they were downtown, the car pulled up behind a slummy looking building. Quatre left the car and entered through a rusted-out door that was left unlocked for him. Once inside, there were many people hard at work, sorting through hundreds of garbage bags filled with donated goods varying from teddy bears to clothes.
"hello, Quatre," called a young black woman, "how are you today".
"I'm fine, is everything okay here?," he asks, looking around at the reasonably tidy room.
"Yup. It's busy today, but were doing good," she assures him.
Quatre pulls out his cheque book and a pen and begins writing. He signs it and hands over the cheque, now worth $4,000.
The woman smiles politely as she receives the cheque, "thank you very much, Quatre. you're so kind-hearted," she admits. She sighs, "I wish there were more people like you".
Quatre blushes slightly. He did this very often, helping out people less fortunate than himself- which is pretty much everybody. "I have to go. I'll see you next week," he promises as he exits through the door.
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