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Quatre was done his homework, ate supper, and was in his pajamas. He flopped down on his bed and grabed his little teddy bear to hug it closley and think about what a wonderful day he had.
A light knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts, however, "Master Quatre? May I come in?".
"yes you may, Rashid," called the blonde in an especially cheerful voice.
A very tall, muscular, older man entered the room. He had a traditional Muslim un-shaved face but still looked friendly," how was your day?".
"it was fine," Quatre responds, hiding his true excitement.
Rashid smiles, "any new HOT guys?".
Quatre blushes. Rashid was one of the many close servants that knew he was gay, "one," he says quietly.
"really," Rashid says, still smiling, "who is he?".
"Trowa," Quatre says with a dreamy sigh.
"do you know his last name?," Rashid asks, suddenly very interested.
".....................no".
"does his family have a business?".
"no," Quatre says, embarrassed suddenly.
"well, what DO you know about him?," Rashid says, raising an eyebrow.
"he has dark green eyes and soft brown hair and the sexiest, smoothest voice I've ever heard......................," Quatre says, melting into his dreams of Trowa.
"what about Ethan?," Rashid asks, suddenly more serious.
Quatre pauses, "uuuuuuum, I don't know".
"Well who do you like better, Trowa or Ethan?," Rashid asks.
Quatre lowers his head, "I don't know".
***
The silver Mercedes pulled up to the school, early in the morning. Classes wouldn't start for another twenty minutes, but Quatre had to retrieve some assignments he needed to catch up on his classes. He strolled down the halls with his driver, Jeffery at his side for company. The school was so peaceful in the morning. Teachers were talking and joking pleasantly with each other in the cafeteria where they sipped their morning coffee.
Quatre slowed down as they passed the cafeteria. There he was, sitting with another boy and a teacher as he ate mouthfuls of cereal. Without thinking, Quatre approached him with building curiosity, "Trowa?".
Trowa looked up at him with a new mouthful of 'Reese cocoa puffs'. He instantly chocked on his food, trying to answer, breaking out in coughs as he raised his hand to halt Quatre.
Quatre stood there awkwardly as Trowa finally was able to swallow his food.
Trowa looked back up at Quatre, looking relieved. "hi," he simply said.
"hi," Quatre answered back, "why are you at school so early?".
Trowa paused for a moment. His eyes dropped to the floor, "I'm on the, uh, school breakfast program...........," he mumbles, embarrassed.
Quatre raises an eyebrow, "for poor kids? So you eat for free at the school? You're poor?".
Trowa sighs, irritated, "THANKYOU, Quatre".
Quatre covers his mouth with his hands, "sorry!".
"it's okay," Trowa says, quietly, "yeah, I'm poor," he says with a little smile. "But why are YOU at the school so early?," he asks, turning the question around.
"To get some worksheets," Quatre answers casually.
"oh, well, fuck that. Come sit with me. Tell your bodyguard to go away," Trowa says, waving Jeffery, standing elegantly at the entrance of the café, away.
"um," Quatre stalls, looking at Jeffery, then Trowa, then back at Jeffery, "I'll see if I can take care of it later". Quatre walks towards Jeffery, whom looks very annoyed, "I want to visit with my friend Trowa this morning, we have time for the worksheets after school, right?".
Jeffery glares at the rude little boy sitting in the café, "I suppose, master Quatre," he says with a slight bow.
"thank you for understanding," Quatre says before turning to return to Trowa.
"who is he?," Trowa wonders as Quatre takes the seat next to him.
"That's my chauffeur," Quatre sighs, feeling guilty.
Trowa stares blankly at him for a moment, "what's a chauffeur?".
Quatre closes his eyes and sighs, hanging his head hopelessly.
Trowa tilts his head curiously to meet Quatre's eyes.
He looked too cute for Quatre to keep a straight face. Quatre couldn't stop himself from giggling.
Suddenly, the school bell rang, the most disappointing sound for Quatre.
*
It was almost lunch now. Today, however, Quatre was looking forward to lunch. Finally the bell rang.
On his way to the cafeteria somebody grabbed his arm. He turned and saw Releena, "oh, hi Releena. Where are you going?," he wondered as he was dragged along.
"c'mon, we're all going to Trowa's house for lunch." she explains as they caught up with Hilde and Duo.
"hi, Quatre," Hilde greets.
"hello, Hilde. Where's Trowa?," Quatre asked, looking around as they walked.
Hilde smiles, "at home, sleeping".
"but I saw him here this morning! In the cafeteria before school started," Quatre argues.
"he just comes to school to eat, then he gets on the bus and goes home again. He hates his morning classes. Uh, math, then gym because he's a lazy- ass," Hilde says, laughing as they exit the school and head towards the bus stop beside the road.
Quatre looks at the bus stop worried, "I don't have any change," he says, worried that he'd get left behind.
"don't you have a bus pass?," Duo asks, a little surprised.
Quatre blinks, "bus pass? no, I just call for a ride. I've never taken the bus before," he admits.
"oh yeah, he's rich. Well here comes the bus. Here, just put this in, they never notice," Duo explains, handing Quatre a dime and a penny.
Quatre stares at it, "but isn't it a dollar fifty? I'll get caught".
"just shut up and put it in," Duo says, not having the patience at the moment.
Quatre holds his breath and follows them onto the bus as they all flash their bus passes. The driver looked him in the eyes with her dark, aging eyes. He quickly dropped the change into the coin box and walked to the back of the bus. His heart was pounding, just waiting for the old, mean looking woman to say something.
The bus started moving and Quatre let out a relieved sigh.
As Quatre took a seat beside them, Duo laughed, "you look like you're smuggling drugs, son! Relax!".
Quatre smiles. He watched out the window as the school disappeared around a corner. He was so exited that he was actually going to Trowas house!
*
Eventually, the bus drove through a very slummy looking neighborhood. The streets were dark under the shadows of tall apartment buildings and stores. Signs and benches looked abused and old, the sidewalks were unfit for bike riding, broken windows and dark alleys between the buildings.
Duo pulled on the rope, making a "ding" sound, making the bus halt at the next bus stop.
"Trowa lives HERE?," Quatre asked, surprised. This was definitely not what he had expected.
"yup," Releen simply said.
They left the bus and walked a little way down the sidewalk. They then turned into a very un-inviting alley. Garbage and broken glass littered the ground and some spray paint marks on the side of one building. There were many doors on each side of them, with address, so they were homes. His friends stopped at one and Duo knocked on it.
No answer.
He knocked on it again, "Trowa, get your ass out of bed and answer the door!," he shouted to a window above them.
".....................................................................keys are under the mat.................................................," answered a lazy voice from the window.
Duo lifted up the brown welcome mat and picked up a key.
Once inside the house, Quatre politely took off his shoes while everyone else carelessly walked in. It was an apartment, a relatively small one, in fact. The rug was a tasteless brown that clashed with the old green couch and a brand new, white lay-z-boy chair. There were stares leading up to the kitchen, and more stares leading to more stairs leading to another floor. On that floor were some bedrooms.
The first bedroom, Duo pushed the door open to see Trowa sprawled out in his bed with the window still wide open besied him. Duo sat down on the bed, laying his legs over Trowa and leaning his back against the wall.
He helped Hilde climb over Trowa and sit beside him.
Quatre happily jumped over Trowa and sat cross-legged beside Trowa's head. He looked around the room. The walls weren't painted, it was just the plywood and insulin, covered by large plastic covers, stapled up. It looked like it was still being built pretty much. The plastic covering was decorated with the same black spray paint that He'd seen outside which Trowa had used to write his name in big, fancy letters on one wall. There were some other names and cool designs as well. Doodles in black jiffi markers and pen on the plastic sheet beside Trowa's bed. His room was un- believably messy. His dresser and an ugly couch were hidden beneath clothes and garbage.
Quatre noticed a picture of the rapper, Nelly, without a shirt, showing off his tattoos, big necklaces, and his six pack, "you like Nelly?," he asks.
"yeah," Trowa answers, muffled by his pillow, "he's got nice abs," he explains.
Quatres eyes widen. He looks at Releena, sitting on a pile of clothes on the couch, whom smiled at him. He looks back at Trowa, "you're gay?," he asked, overwhelmed with excitement.
"bi," Trowa corrects, still muffled by the pillow.
Quatre couldn't help but smile brightly, "good enough!," he said to himself happily.
Trowa looked up at him,. "what?".
"ep! uh, nothing........................," he said shyly.
Duo stared at the two of them, "...............................eeeeeeeeeeeew, guy's cut it out!," he groans.
Hilde laughs, "Duo you're mean. I think it's adorable!".
Quatre blushes and looks away, embarrassed.
Trowa looks up at them, "everybody stop talking..................................," he groans, pressing his face into his pillow.
Duo punches Trowa in the leg, "well, you're all boring so I'm gonna go eat Trowa's food," he announces, climbing off the bed.
Hilde and Releena follow him.
Trowa and Quatre sit there for a moment in silence, listening to them shuffle through the kitchen downstairs.
"........................................okay, yeah. I'm not leaving them alone down there, they'll rob me," Trowa says, still tired. He climbs out of bed and walks out of the room, followed by Quatre.
Downstairs, Duo opened a can of hamburger ravioli and threw it in the microwave. He sat on the counter, waiting patiently for it to beep.
Trowa frowns as he looks through the almost empty cup boards, "that was our supper, you bastard".
Duo laughs, "haha, you're so fucking poor,".
"shut up," Trowa snaps as he grabs the ravioli from the microwave and grabs a spoon from the full dishwasher. He picks up a cell phone off the counter and dials a number, "..................................hey is Mrs. Barton there? Hey ma, Duo opened the last of the ravioli- I was upstairs sleeping! .........................I dunno they just came over and I let them in 'cause the fuckers probably would have thrown a brick through the damn window," he leans casually against the counter with the phone between his ear and shoulder, stirring through the can of ravioli chunks.
"his mom's a bitch," Hilde comments. She grabs the ravioli from Trowa's hands and begins eating it herself.
"why?," Quatre asks, picking a piece of ravioli from the can and eating it.
"she just is. We think she's a hooker," she says with a smile at Duo as she passes him the rest of the ravioli.
"aw, that's mean. Wouldn't they have more money?," Quatre jokes.
"she's not a very good one," Duo explains, "I know, I tried her. Got my fucking money back, I'll tell you that!".
Trowa stops talking on the phone and punches Duo in the arm, almost knocking him over.
"ow! Damn!," he says, laughing, "you didn't hit them!," he complains gesturing towards Hilde and Quatre.
Trowa covers the phone receiver with his hand, "ya, but Hilde's a girl and Quatre's......pretty".
Quatre gasped slightly. He was LOVING this day!
"hm? Oh, and ma, I need some smokes. ......yeah, I got ten bucks I'll pay you back when you get home. .....Its babysitting money! From last Friday. Yeah. No, they gave me like twenty five dollars. I still have it. What?! NO! it's MY money, I don't care, you got your own damn money I don't even have a real fucking job! I need it for shampoo and conditioner.......no, you can't have it. No. NO, stop asking. Fuck you too, you better get my smokes. BYE," he says, angrily before turning off the phone.
Quatre stares at him wide eyed, "you were talking like that to your MOM?," he says in disbelief.
"yeah, she's a mean bitch. She's gonna steal my money for her alcohol," Trowa explains, frustrated.
"and she buys you smokes?," he continues.
"yeah. What's YOUR mom like?," Trowa asks, raising an eyebrow.
Quatre pauses and looks down at the floor, "she's dead".
Trowa looks at the other two occupants of the room, "oh. Sorry".
The kitchen was silent for a moment.
"guys, we should get on the bus now," Releena announces, from the living room where she was watching TV.
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Quatre was done his homework, ate supper, and was in his pajamas. He flopped down on his bed and grabed his little teddy bear to hug it closley and think about what a wonderful day he had.
A light knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts, however, "Master Quatre? May I come in?".
"yes you may, Rashid," called the blonde in an especially cheerful voice.
A very tall, muscular, older man entered the room. He had a traditional Muslim un-shaved face but still looked friendly," how was your day?".
"it was fine," Quatre responds, hiding his true excitement.
Rashid smiles, "any new HOT guys?".
Quatre blushes. Rashid was one of the many close servants that knew he was gay, "one," he says quietly.
"really," Rashid says, still smiling, "who is he?".
"Trowa," Quatre says with a dreamy sigh.
"do you know his last name?," Rashid asks, suddenly very interested.
".....................no".
"does his family have a business?".
"no," Quatre says, embarrassed suddenly.
"well, what DO you know about him?," Rashid says, raising an eyebrow.
"he has dark green eyes and soft brown hair and the sexiest, smoothest voice I've ever heard......................," Quatre says, melting into his dreams of Trowa.
"what about Ethan?," Rashid asks, suddenly more serious.
Quatre pauses, "uuuuuuum, I don't know".
"Well who do you like better, Trowa or Ethan?," Rashid asks.
Quatre lowers his head, "I don't know".
***
The silver Mercedes pulled up to the school, early in the morning. Classes wouldn't start for another twenty minutes, but Quatre had to retrieve some assignments he needed to catch up on his classes. He strolled down the halls with his driver, Jeffery at his side for company. The school was so peaceful in the morning. Teachers were talking and joking pleasantly with each other in the cafeteria where they sipped their morning coffee.
Quatre slowed down as they passed the cafeteria. There he was, sitting with another boy and a teacher as he ate mouthfuls of cereal. Without thinking, Quatre approached him with building curiosity, "Trowa?".
Trowa looked up at him with a new mouthful of 'Reese cocoa puffs'. He instantly chocked on his food, trying to answer, breaking out in coughs as he raised his hand to halt Quatre.
Quatre stood there awkwardly as Trowa finally was able to swallow his food.
Trowa looked back up at Quatre, looking relieved. "hi," he simply said.
"hi," Quatre answered back, "why are you at school so early?".
Trowa paused for a moment. His eyes dropped to the floor, "I'm on the, uh, school breakfast program...........," he mumbles, embarrassed.
Quatre raises an eyebrow, "for poor kids? So you eat for free at the school? You're poor?".
Trowa sighs, irritated, "THANKYOU, Quatre".
Quatre covers his mouth with his hands, "sorry!".
"it's okay," Trowa says, quietly, "yeah, I'm poor," he says with a little smile. "But why are YOU at the school so early?," he asks, turning the question around.
"To get some worksheets," Quatre answers casually.
"oh, well, fuck that. Come sit with me. Tell your bodyguard to go away," Trowa says, waving Jeffery, standing elegantly at the entrance of the café, away.
"um," Quatre stalls, looking at Jeffery, then Trowa, then back at Jeffery, "I'll see if I can take care of it later". Quatre walks towards Jeffery, whom looks very annoyed, "I want to visit with my friend Trowa this morning, we have time for the worksheets after school, right?".
Jeffery glares at the rude little boy sitting in the café, "I suppose, master Quatre," he says with a slight bow.
"thank you for understanding," Quatre says before turning to return to Trowa.
"who is he?," Trowa wonders as Quatre takes the seat next to him.
"That's my chauffeur," Quatre sighs, feeling guilty.
Trowa stares blankly at him for a moment, "what's a chauffeur?".
Quatre closes his eyes and sighs, hanging his head hopelessly.
Trowa tilts his head curiously to meet Quatre's eyes.
He looked too cute for Quatre to keep a straight face. Quatre couldn't stop himself from giggling.
Suddenly, the school bell rang, the most disappointing sound for Quatre.
*
It was almost lunch now. Today, however, Quatre was looking forward to lunch. Finally the bell rang.
On his way to the cafeteria somebody grabbed his arm. He turned and saw Releena, "oh, hi Releena. Where are you going?," he wondered as he was dragged along.
"c'mon, we're all going to Trowa's house for lunch." she explains as they caught up with Hilde and Duo.
"hi, Quatre," Hilde greets.
"hello, Hilde. Where's Trowa?," Quatre asked, looking around as they walked.
Hilde smiles, "at home, sleeping".
"but I saw him here this morning! In the cafeteria before school started," Quatre argues.
"he just comes to school to eat, then he gets on the bus and goes home again. He hates his morning classes. Uh, math, then gym because he's a lazy- ass," Hilde says, laughing as they exit the school and head towards the bus stop beside the road.
Quatre looks at the bus stop worried, "I don't have any change," he says, worried that he'd get left behind.
"don't you have a bus pass?," Duo asks, a little surprised.
Quatre blinks, "bus pass? no, I just call for a ride. I've never taken the bus before," he admits.
"oh yeah, he's rich. Well here comes the bus. Here, just put this in, they never notice," Duo explains, handing Quatre a dime and a penny.
Quatre stares at it, "but isn't it a dollar fifty? I'll get caught".
"just shut up and put it in," Duo says, not having the patience at the moment.
Quatre holds his breath and follows them onto the bus as they all flash their bus passes. The driver looked him in the eyes with her dark, aging eyes. He quickly dropped the change into the coin box and walked to the back of the bus. His heart was pounding, just waiting for the old, mean looking woman to say something.
The bus started moving and Quatre let out a relieved sigh.
As Quatre took a seat beside them, Duo laughed, "you look like you're smuggling drugs, son! Relax!".
Quatre smiles. He watched out the window as the school disappeared around a corner. He was so exited that he was actually going to Trowas house!
*
Eventually, the bus drove through a very slummy looking neighborhood. The streets were dark under the shadows of tall apartment buildings and stores. Signs and benches looked abused and old, the sidewalks were unfit for bike riding, broken windows and dark alleys between the buildings.
Duo pulled on the rope, making a "ding" sound, making the bus halt at the next bus stop.
"Trowa lives HERE?," Quatre asked, surprised. This was definitely not what he had expected.
"yup," Releen simply said.
They left the bus and walked a little way down the sidewalk. They then turned into a very un-inviting alley. Garbage and broken glass littered the ground and some spray paint marks on the side of one building. There were many doors on each side of them, with address, so they were homes. His friends stopped at one and Duo knocked on it.
No answer.
He knocked on it again, "Trowa, get your ass out of bed and answer the door!," he shouted to a window above them.
".....................................................................keys are under the mat.................................................," answered a lazy voice from the window.
Duo lifted up the brown welcome mat and picked up a key.
Once inside the house, Quatre politely took off his shoes while everyone else carelessly walked in. It was an apartment, a relatively small one, in fact. The rug was a tasteless brown that clashed with the old green couch and a brand new, white lay-z-boy chair. There were stares leading up to the kitchen, and more stares leading to more stairs leading to another floor. On that floor were some bedrooms.
The first bedroom, Duo pushed the door open to see Trowa sprawled out in his bed with the window still wide open besied him. Duo sat down on the bed, laying his legs over Trowa and leaning his back against the wall.
He helped Hilde climb over Trowa and sit beside him.
Quatre happily jumped over Trowa and sat cross-legged beside Trowa's head. He looked around the room. The walls weren't painted, it was just the plywood and insulin, covered by large plastic covers, stapled up. It looked like it was still being built pretty much. The plastic covering was decorated with the same black spray paint that He'd seen outside which Trowa had used to write his name in big, fancy letters on one wall. There were some other names and cool designs as well. Doodles in black jiffi markers and pen on the plastic sheet beside Trowa's bed. His room was un- believably messy. His dresser and an ugly couch were hidden beneath clothes and garbage.
Quatre noticed a picture of the rapper, Nelly, without a shirt, showing off his tattoos, big necklaces, and his six pack, "you like Nelly?," he asks.
"yeah," Trowa answers, muffled by his pillow, "he's got nice abs," he explains.
Quatres eyes widen. He looks at Releena, sitting on a pile of clothes on the couch, whom smiled at him. He looks back at Trowa, "you're gay?," he asked, overwhelmed with excitement.
"bi," Trowa corrects, still muffled by the pillow.
Quatre couldn't help but smile brightly, "good enough!," he said to himself happily.
Trowa looked up at him,. "what?".
"ep! uh, nothing........................," he said shyly.
Duo stared at the two of them, "...............................eeeeeeeeeeeew, guy's cut it out!," he groans.
Hilde laughs, "Duo you're mean. I think it's adorable!".
Quatre blushes and looks away, embarrassed.
Trowa looks up at them, "everybody stop talking..................................," he groans, pressing his face into his pillow.
Duo punches Trowa in the leg, "well, you're all boring so I'm gonna go eat Trowa's food," he announces, climbing off the bed.
Hilde and Releena follow him.
Trowa and Quatre sit there for a moment in silence, listening to them shuffle through the kitchen downstairs.
"........................................okay, yeah. I'm not leaving them alone down there, they'll rob me," Trowa says, still tired. He climbs out of bed and walks out of the room, followed by Quatre.
Downstairs, Duo opened a can of hamburger ravioli and threw it in the microwave. He sat on the counter, waiting patiently for it to beep.
Trowa frowns as he looks through the almost empty cup boards, "that was our supper, you bastard".
Duo laughs, "haha, you're so fucking poor,".
"shut up," Trowa snaps as he grabs the ravioli from the microwave and grabs a spoon from the full dishwasher. He picks up a cell phone off the counter and dials a number, "..................................hey is Mrs. Barton there? Hey ma, Duo opened the last of the ravioli- I was upstairs sleeping! .........................I dunno they just came over and I let them in 'cause the fuckers probably would have thrown a brick through the damn window," he leans casually against the counter with the phone between his ear and shoulder, stirring through the can of ravioli chunks.
"his mom's a bitch," Hilde comments. She grabs the ravioli from Trowa's hands and begins eating it herself.
"why?," Quatre asks, picking a piece of ravioli from the can and eating it.
"she just is. We think she's a hooker," she says with a smile at Duo as she passes him the rest of the ravioli.
"aw, that's mean. Wouldn't they have more money?," Quatre jokes.
"she's not a very good one," Duo explains, "I know, I tried her. Got my fucking money back, I'll tell you that!".
Trowa stops talking on the phone and punches Duo in the arm, almost knocking him over.
"ow! Damn!," he says, laughing, "you didn't hit them!," he complains gesturing towards Hilde and Quatre.
Trowa covers the phone receiver with his hand, "ya, but Hilde's a girl and Quatre's......pretty".
Quatre gasped slightly. He was LOVING this day!
"hm? Oh, and ma, I need some smokes. ......yeah, I got ten bucks I'll pay you back when you get home. .....Its babysitting money! From last Friday. Yeah. No, they gave me like twenty five dollars. I still have it. What?! NO! it's MY money, I don't care, you got your own damn money I don't even have a real fucking job! I need it for shampoo and conditioner.......no, you can't have it. No. NO, stop asking. Fuck you too, you better get my smokes. BYE," he says, angrily before turning off the phone.
Quatre stares at him wide eyed, "you were talking like that to your MOM?," he says in disbelief.
"yeah, she's a mean bitch. She's gonna steal my money for her alcohol," Trowa explains, frustrated.
"and she buys you smokes?," he continues.
"yeah. What's YOUR mom like?," Trowa asks, raising an eyebrow.
Quatre pauses and looks down at the floor, "she's dead".
Trowa looks at the other two occupants of the room, "oh. Sorry".
The kitchen was silent for a moment.
"guys, we should get on the bus now," Releena announces, from the living room where she was watching TV.
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