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Trowa noticed Quatre waiting on the edge of the parking lot, struggling to hold a heavy looking book bag and a math textbook. He looked very frustrated for some reason. Trowa walked towards the cute little blonde, questioningly.
Quatre gasps and turns around when the heavy weight of his book bag was lifted off his shoulder. He quickly turns around to see Trowa putting the backpack on himself. "hi Trowa! What are you doing here?".
"stealing your book bag," he simply says and turns to walk away.
Quatre didn't know if he was joking or not.
Trowa turned back around to see Quatre's surprised and confused expression. He laughs, "I'm kidding!," he muses, returning to face Quatre.
Quatre laughs too. "so, what ARE you doing here? Don't you catch the bus?," he wonders, looking towards the crowded bus stop down the street.
"I was gonna ask you what your doing this weekend," Trowa admits, hopefully.
Quatre's heart started pounding like crazy. 'He's interested in me! Oh my Gosh!'. Then he thought, this will be his first impression. What if he messes up and looks stupid? Now he was nervous.
"............Quatre?," Trowa asks, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
Quatre jumps, "oh! uh............ um. The weekend? I'm free NOW," he suggests, inwardly kicking himself. He was suddenly more conscious of how his hair was un-brushed, his clothes were worn and wrinkled and the fact that he hadn't showered since early this morning.
"I don't think so. Now, I have to catch the bus and meet some friends at-," he was interrupted by the sound of the bus leaving. He paused and turned around to see it disappear around the corner. He smiles back at Quatre, "now I can!," he laughs.
Quatre laughed as well, hiding his nervousness.
Finally, Quatre recognized a car pulling up to them with Jeffery in the drivers seat. He sighed in releif as he climbed into the back seat. "hello, Jeffery. Where's the Mercedes?," Quatre asks casually.
Trowa's legs almost gave out from underneath him. Parked in front of him was a royal blue, 2002 911 Porsche. It looked even faster and perfect in real life. The huge rims seemed to boast about the cars smooth body shape and style that seemed to dare any other car to try and race it. It shined proudly from bumper to sporty roof, to spoiler, to the taillights.
"Trowa? Get in! We're holding up traffic!," Quatre warns, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Trowa threw Quatre's bag into the back and climbed in, sliding into the comfortable, leather seats.
"your Mercedes stalled, master Quatre," the driver explained, "is it okay that I picked you up in the Porsche?," he asked, sounding nervous.
Quatre frowned, looking around the inside of what Trowa assumed was his car, "don't do it again".
Trowa looks over at Quatre, "so this is YOUR Porsche?," he asked, still amazed.
Quatre smiles, "I have two and one of my sisters has a racing one".
"then why don't you drive?!," Trowa asks, outraged that such a car would sit in a garage all day.
"would YOU drive a Porsche in this traffic?," Quatre questions, just as they get stuck in a traffic jam and almost hit from behind by a big truck.
"no," Trowa admits.
The Porsche finally gets out of the traffic jam and seems to now be the only car on the highway.
Trowa leans forward to speak to Jeffery, "go fast!".
Jeffery, having doubts, looks at Quatre's face in the rear view mirror to catch a hesitated nod form the young master. He steps on the gas and the car sprints from the speed limit, 80 kilometers to 90, 100, 105, 110................
Trowa smiles excitedly and watches out the window as the city streets fly by. Trowa rolls down the window and sticks his face and hands out to flip off another vehical as they speed by, "CHRISTIAN MOTHERFUCKER!!!," getting a shocked response from the lady in a white car.(1)
The car finally slows down to stop at a red light. Trowa sits back down with a satisfied smirk on his face.
Quatre watched out the back window at the white car pulling up behind them, "hey look, its a cop!".
Trowa and Jeffery almost choked and yelped in unison, "SHIT!," both looking at Quatre.
Quatre smiles sweetly, "just kidding!".
*
Trowa stared out the window at the huge, beautiful mansion they were currently pulling up to, "why are we stopping here?," he asks, confused.
"because I live here," Quatre answers. As the Porsche drives along the driveway, a big metal gate opens for them to allow them into the mansions driveway.
"are you kidding? And you go to a PUBLIC school?!," Trowa asks in amazement.
Quatre blushes, "yeah, that was because my dad was mad at me".
"why?".
"he found out I was gay and da-.......................... yeah," Quatre explains, biting his tongue.
Suddenly, two guard dogs that the car just drove by start barking at the car.
Quatre blinks, confused, "they've never barked at me before".
"maybe because they smell me cuz' I'm new?," Trowa suggests.
Quatre shakes his head, "they're highly trained dogs. They search vehicles for explosives or drugs so It doesn't get into the mansion," Quatre explains.
Trowa freezes, "any particular KIND of drug?".
Quatre looks at him and raises an eyebrow suspiciously, but before he could say anything, the door was opened for them. Quatre climbs out followed by Trowa, who backed away from the crazy dogs.
One dog's leash slipped out of the guards hand and charged Trowa, biting onto his arm.
Jeffery grabs Quatre and pulls him away to safety as Trowa wrestles with the dog. The guard is finally able to pull the dog off of Trowa and calm it.
Trowa laid on the ground, panting, holding his torn up forearm. Another guard, grabs him by his other upper arm and pulls him to his feet, "please raise your arms and spread your legs, son".
Trowa clenches his eyes shut like he was about to cry.
After going through his pockets, the guard inspects his wallet and a plastic zip-lock bag with three joints and some smaller bags containing, of course, weed.
"Trowa!," Quatre yells, in complete shock. He couldn't speak at all.
The guard pulls his hands behind his back and handcuffs Trowa, whom was begging the guard to let him go.
"no, please! We don't have the money to pay the fine!(I love Canada hahaha) My ma's only a waitress and if I get arrested again, she'll kick me out onto the streets and I wont get into a school!," he pleads, almost in tears as he is dragged towards the guard's booth.
"you should have though of that before you walked in here with marijuana," the guard simply says, "I'm calling the cops," the guard says strictly.
He is led inside a relatively small booth with a cozy little lounge, a desk with importana looking papers stacked high and other working tools including a computer. Trowa stands there in silence, watching the guard pick up the phone. He looks out the window of the small security booth at Quatre standing on the driveway, being comforted by Jeffery.
"He's a caucasian male, young adult, er, wait," the guard looks at Trowa, "what's your age?".
Trowa looks up at him sadly, "I'm sixteen.................".
The continues talking on the phone, "he's sixteen, his name is Trowa Barton. What's your dad's name?".
"I dunno'," Trowa says, bitterly.
"stop fucking with me, kid, what's your fathers name?," the guard demands.
"I honestly don't even know him! I think it's Richard, Birchard, Ricky.................. I dunno, something Turkott," he yells back, "and ma's Keeran Barton, and she waitresses at Earls.......................".
The guard, pauses again. Staring at the young boy with pity. He sighs, frustrated, "never mind, It was a false alarm. I'm sorry," he says into the receiver. The lady on the other end curses at him and hangs up.
Trowa looks up, surprised. The guard unlocks the handcuffs and shoves him out of the booth by the collar of his shirt without a word.
Trowa stands outside the booth staring at the door confused, "are you letting me go?!".
"run away before I change my mind, you poor bastard," the guard warns form inside.
Trowa smiles brightly and runs back to Quatre, "he let me go!," he announces exited.
Quatre glares at him, "good. The bus stop is that way down the street," he points, then turns and walks away.
"Quatre?," Trowa stands there like an abandoned puppy.
Suddenly, the gate behind Trowa opens and a black and blue comaero pulls up behind him. It honks its horn at Trowa, irritated that he is standing in the middle of the drive way, "MOVE, moron!," the driver demands.
Trowa jumps and backs out of the way. The car drives on by, the driver glaring at him. It was a boy about Trowa's age, whom was dressed and looked like a rich kid. He parked where the Porsche was before and steps out, proudly.
Quatre wipes his tears away and runs towards the boy, suddenly much happier, "Ethan!," he greets excitedly. He practically jumps into the tall boys arms and kisses him lovingly.
Trowa's heart sinks to the bottom of his chest. This 'Ethan' boy was taller, looked stronger, probably more attractive to Quatre, and definitely richer. He doesn't stand a chance.
"Quatre! You didn't get shot or robbed in the public school! I'm so relieved!," Ethan jokes.
Quatre laughs. He notices out of the corner of his eye, Trowa standing there sadly, watching him, "what are you still doing here?.
Trowa shrugs, "bus doesn't come for another half an hour".
"who's he?," Ethan asks, looking Trowa up and down in disgust at his old worn clothes, bruises and torn up right arm.
Quatre sighs, "just a kid from my new school. He kinda came home with me".
Ethan snorts is a snobbish way, "what's he want? Food?".
"Ethan............," Quatre scolds. He looks back at Trowa, "fine, you can come in".
Trowa follows the couple towards the large mansion. Once they were finally up the steps and inside, they were in the main room. It was beautifully decorated with marble floors and expensive paintings on the walls. Trowa followed them into the next room where there was an inviting sitting area in front of a fire place. There were two black couches and a big, comfy lay- z-boy chair around a coffee table. Quatre and his boyfriend sat together on a couch while Trowa flopped down and made himself comfortable in the chair.
A servant approached Quatre and bowed slightly, "master Quatre, would you or your guests like refreshments?".
"maple tea for myself," Quatre says. He looks at Ethan and Trowa, "would either of you like anything?".
"I'll also have maple tea," Ethan decides. They look at Trowa.
"Sprite, please," he says quietly.
"one moment," The servant replies before bowing and leaving.
"so, Quatre. What's the public school like?," Ethan asks casually as he puts his arm around Quatre's shoulders.
"well," Quatre begins, "all the classes are mixed, and there are more criminals outside that school at lunch then there are in prison! And everybody carries a weapon".
Ethan raises an eyebrow, "how on earth did you find that out?".
"The first friends I made are kind of in a bad crowd," Quatre admits.
"wait, hold on," Trowa interrupts, "why are you in a public school in the first place?".
Quatre smiles, "When my dad found out I'm gay, he threatened to put me in a school where I would meet girls and try to get me away from Ethan. I thought he was kidding so we kept dating!".
"does he know you're still dating?".
Quatre smiles brightly and hugs Ethan, "nope!".
The waiter returns with their drinks.
"thank you," Trowa says, taking a sip of his Sprite.
*
Eventually, they all ended up in Quatre's bedroom on the upper floors of the mansion. It was a very beautiful room with a bathroom and a large fancy window with silky red curtains. In the corner beside the king-sized bed was a stereo system with a stack of CD's beside it. He had a huge TV with every kind of gaming system and a large collection of games.
Trowa stood in awe at all the cool stuff Quatre had.
Quatre sat on the bed, "everybody's probably making fun of me back at school, right?," he muses, with a smile.
Ethan smiles back and sits beside him, pulling him closer, "naw, we miss you!".
Trowa rolls his eyes and walks away towards the balcony, curious of the view. He could see almost the whole neighborhood and some of the rest of the city. He then looked over at the impressive stereo system. By the looks of it, he guessed it was packing almost 700 watts!
"don't steal anything, DAWG," Ethan taunts, watching Trowa explore the room.
Trowa shoots a glare over his shoulder, "watch your mouth, son," he warns.
Ethan snorts, "I'm not scared of you. Look at you, you probably weigh like a hundred pounds".
"that's cuz I don't got a rich daddy to mooch off of, ya' fuckin brat. Born with a god damned silver spoon in your mouth and struttin' around like you think you're big shit," Trowa returns.
"Hey, I wouldn't be talking to me like that. You may have people and backup shit, but this is MY neighborhood and I know you're far from home. See, I could step out onto the sidewalk out there and I'd have five guys backing me up. So you better watch YOUR mouth!," Ethan warns back.
They stared each other down with so much hatred.
"guys! Stop it! Don't get in a fight!," Quatre interrupts, looking like he's ready to cry.
"stay out of it, Quatre. This little bastard is gonna get what's coming to him," Ethan announces, nodding towards Trowa standing quietly on the other side of the room.
Quatre looks at Trowa sadly. Why did they have to fight?, "Trowa, go home. The bus will be here shortly".
Trowa stares at him, hurt, and disappointed. He sighs and turns towards the door, "I'll see you at school tomorrow".
As soon as the door closes, Ethan turns towards Quatre, sitting sadly on the bed, "I don't want you hanging around him at school," he demands.
Quatre looks up at him, surprised and hurt, "but, he's one of the few friends I have there! I don't really fit in.".
"I don't care. Come home for lunch, drive around, hide in the bathroom, but you avoid him! Got that?," Ethan commands with a threatening voice.
Quatre looks down at the floor, trying not to let Ethan see him crying, "okay".
***
Later that night, Quatre sat cross legged on the floor, concentrating on playing a Playstation2 game. Ethan had just recently left and Quatre's conscience was still weighted by the guilt of what happened to Trowa. It was just the memory of Trowa's face. He didn't look angry or pouting, more like he looked abandoned or betrayed. That picture ran through his head over and over again.
He was pulled from his thoughts when the phone rang its usual loud, annoying ring. Ethan usually called him about now, he remembered. Quatre paused his game and got up to answer it, "hello?".
"is Quatre there?," a somewhat familiar voice asked.
"I'm here, who's this?," Quatre wondered, now positive it wasn't Ethan.
"...................is Quatre there?," the voice repeats.
"YES, I'm right HERE!," Quatre responds, confused.
"can I talk to Quatre?".
Quatre laughs. It's Trowa, "Trowa..........".
"yeah, it's Trowa. Go put Quatre on the phone, please".
"Trowa!," Quatre complains, frustrated.
"look, sir. If you're gonna be difficult, just tell Quatre to phone me back".
Quatre sighs. He smiles, "I'm gonna hang up," he threatens.
"............oh hey, Quatre!," Trowa laughs.
"hi Trowa. What's up?".
"nothing, I was just seeing what you're doing tonight?," he asks.
Quatre looks at the clock and blinks, confused, "uh, I was planning on sleeping tonight. It's almost ten!," he answers.
"sleeping? That's no fun!," Trowa snorts.
"what?".
"you got a car, why don't you roll that thing down here by Tim Horton's and meet me there?," Trowa suggests.
"but it's TEN!," Quatre reminds him, "that's why you sleep through half of school!," he laughs.
Trowa laughs.
They sit in an uncomfortable silence for a moment. Quatre suddenly remembered wha happened earlier that day, "Trowa?".
"yeah?".
"um, I'm sorry I made you leave today.............," he says sadly.
"its okay," he answers.
"I just didn't want a fight to break out because I really care about you and I don't want to see either you or Ethan get hurt.............," he continues, not feeling forgiven yet.
"Quatre, It's alright. What I'm worried about is; are you mad at me for getting caught with drugs? Because I felt bad about that all the ride home...............," he admits.
"well............. you see. I can get used to you doing it and stuff but I don't want to be pressured into anything like that".
"son, I wouldn't ever get you into that shit. You don't have to worry about me, but Its fuckin' Duo and Hilde you should watch out for," he warns, in his usual calm, cool tone.
"why?".
"Duo, man, that kid's fuckin' DUMB! He's already been in Juvy four times. Hilde's just his bitch," he explains.
Quatre stares at his bedroom wall in shock. Duo is only sixteen and he's been arrested? Four times, too! "why was he arrested?".
"uh, one time was because he pointed a gun at some guy at the bus stop downtown. And another time he-," Trowa explains.
"What?! Why did he do that? Why did he have a gun?!," Quatre questions, still completely shocked.
Trowa laughs. 'Quatre's such a goodie-good' he thinks, "He was protecting this guy, Eric Scully cuz they're all in that fuckin' Abasand gang".
"they're in a gang?!".
"the Abasand gang".
"are you in this gang?," he questions, almost sounding agry.
"no. But I got so many connections to them they still help me out when I need backup. They're like big brothers to me. But man, I lost a lotta' boys to those Dickensfeild and Tropez bastards so I try not to get involved".
Quatre stays silent for a moment. "I think Ethan's in a gang," he admits like he just realized it for the first time.
"he's probably with Timberlea, right?," Trowa wonders, sounding amused.
"yes............".
Trowa laughs out loud.
"what's so funny?! That's serious!," Quatre complains.
"hell no, it's not! Fuckin, Timberlea they got like, fifteen guys I hear. He was all being a fucker to me like, 'yeah I could step outside here and have five boys', that's like one third of the Timberlea's right there!," he continues, calming his laughter.
Quatre doesn't say anything, but listens as the other end becomes quiet.
"Quatre? I'm sorry. I guess you care about him and this is all pretty serious shit to you, hey?".
The line stays quiet except for a soft whimpering.
"Quatre................ I didn't mean to make you cry! I'm sorry!," Trowa apologizes frantically.
"it's not what you said, don't worry. I just wish he would quit the gang!," he cries.
Trowa blinks, "Um. Sorry, son, but there's no quitting a gang. If somebody tries anything to get out they get people after them from their own gang then they've pretty much screwed themselves there," he says, hesitantly, "sorry.........".
The other line stays quiet again. Trowa suddenly regretted opening his mouth.
Before either of them could respond, they are interrupted, "Master Quatre?," says deep manly voice.
"yes?," Quatre answers quietly.
"phone time's up. Time to go to bed," he announces.
"thank you, Rashid".
"goodnight," 'Click'.
"Trowa? I'll see you at school tomorrow, okay?".
"kay, see ya".
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Another apology from M3GAN: sorry to all the priests, nuns, Charley- churches, Saints, Popes, dedicated Catholics or people just looking for a reason to complain about a story and piss somebody off that happened to be reading this. I'm Catholic too so I feel your pain lol (BTW; Catholics are just different kinds of Christians)
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Trowa noticed Quatre waiting on the edge of the parking lot, struggling to hold a heavy looking book bag and a math textbook. He looked very frustrated for some reason. Trowa walked towards the cute little blonde, questioningly.
Quatre gasps and turns around when the heavy weight of his book bag was lifted off his shoulder. He quickly turns around to see Trowa putting the backpack on himself. "hi Trowa! What are you doing here?".
"stealing your book bag," he simply says and turns to walk away.
Quatre didn't know if he was joking or not.
Trowa turned back around to see Quatre's surprised and confused expression. He laughs, "I'm kidding!," he muses, returning to face Quatre.
Quatre laughs too. "so, what ARE you doing here? Don't you catch the bus?," he wonders, looking towards the crowded bus stop down the street.
"I was gonna ask you what your doing this weekend," Trowa admits, hopefully.
Quatre's heart started pounding like crazy. 'He's interested in me! Oh my Gosh!'. Then he thought, this will be his first impression. What if he messes up and looks stupid? Now he was nervous.
"............Quatre?," Trowa asks, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
Quatre jumps, "oh! uh............ um. The weekend? I'm free NOW," he suggests, inwardly kicking himself. He was suddenly more conscious of how his hair was un-brushed, his clothes were worn and wrinkled and the fact that he hadn't showered since early this morning.
"I don't think so. Now, I have to catch the bus and meet some friends at-," he was interrupted by the sound of the bus leaving. He paused and turned around to see it disappear around the corner. He smiles back at Quatre, "now I can!," he laughs.
Quatre laughed as well, hiding his nervousness.
Finally, Quatre recognized a car pulling up to them with Jeffery in the drivers seat. He sighed in releif as he climbed into the back seat. "hello, Jeffery. Where's the Mercedes?," Quatre asks casually.
Trowa's legs almost gave out from underneath him. Parked in front of him was a royal blue, 2002 911 Porsche. It looked even faster and perfect in real life. The huge rims seemed to boast about the cars smooth body shape and style that seemed to dare any other car to try and race it. It shined proudly from bumper to sporty roof, to spoiler, to the taillights.
"Trowa? Get in! We're holding up traffic!," Quatre warns, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Trowa threw Quatre's bag into the back and climbed in, sliding into the comfortable, leather seats.
"your Mercedes stalled, master Quatre," the driver explained, "is it okay that I picked you up in the Porsche?," he asked, sounding nervous.
Quatre frowned, looking around the inside of what Trowa assumed was his car, "don't do it again".
Trowa looks over at Quatre, "so this is YOUR Porsche?," he asked, still amazed.
Quatre smiles, "I have two and one of my sisters has a racing one".
"then why don't you drive?!," Trowa asks, outraged that such a car would sit in a garage all day.
"would YOU drive a Porsche in this traffic?," Quatre questions, just as they get stuck in a traffic jam and almost hit from behind by a big truck.
"no," Trowa admits.
The Porsche finally gets out of the traffic jam and seems to now be the only car on the highway.
Trowa leans forward to speak to Jeffery, "go fast!".
Jeffery, having doubts, looks at Quatre's face in the rear view mirror to catch a hesitated nod form the young master. He steps on the gas and the car sprints from the speed limit, 80 kilometers to 90, 100, 105, 110................
Trowa smiles excitedly and watches out the window as the city streets fly by. Trowa rolls down the window and sticks his face and hands out to flip off another vehical as they speed by, "CHRISTIAN MOTHERFUCKER!!!," getting a shocked response from the lady in a white car.(1)
The car finally slows down to stop at a red light. Trowa sits back down with a satisfied smirk on his face.
Quatre watched out the back window at the white car pulling up behind them, "hey look, its a cop!".
Trowa and Jeffery almost choked and yelped in unison, "SHIT!," both looking at Quatre.
Quatre smiles sweetly, "just kidding!".
*
Trowa stared out the window at the huge, beautiful mansion they were currently pulling up to, "why are we stopping here?," he asks, confused.
"because I live here," Quatre answers. As the Porsche drives along the driveway, a big metal gate opens for them to allow them into the mansions driveway.
"are you kidding? And you go to a PUBLIC school?!," Trowa asks in amazement.
Quatre blushes, "yeah, that was because my dad was mad at me".
"why?".
"he found out I was gay and da-.......................... yeah," Quatre explains, biting his tongue.
Suddenly, two guard dogs that the car just drove by start barking at the car.
Quatre blinks, confused, "they've never barked at me before".
"maybe because they smell me cuz' I'm new?," Trowa suggests.
Quatre shakes his head, "they're highly trained dogs. They search vehicles for explosives or drugs so It doesn't get into the mansion," Quatre explains.
Trowa freezes, "any particular KIND of drug?".
Quatre looks at him and raises an eyebrow suspiciously, but before he could say anything, the door was opened for them. Quatre climbs out followed by Trowa, who backed away from the crazy dogs.
One dog's leash slipped out of the guards hand and charged Trowa, biting onto his arm.
Jeffery grabs Quatre and pulls him away to safety as Trowa wrestles with the dog. The guard is finally able to pull the dog off of Trowa and calm it.
Trowa laid on the ground, panting, holding his torn up forearm. Another guard, grabs him by his other upper arm and pulls him to his feet, "please raise your arms and spread your legs, son".
Trowa clenches his eyes shut like he was about to cry.
After going through his pockets, the guard inspects his wallet and a plastic zip-lock bag with three joints and some smaller bags containing, of course, weed.
"Trowa!," Quatre yells, in complete shock. He couldn't speak at all.
The guard pulls his hands behind his back and handcuffs Trowa, whom was begging the guard to let him go.
"no, please! We don't have the money to pay the fine!(I love Canada hahaha) My ma's only a waitress and if I get arrested again, she'll kick me out onto the streets and I wont get into a school!," he pleads, almost in tears as he is dragged towards the guard's booth.
"you should have though of that before you walked in here with marijuana," the guard simply says, "I'm calling the cops," the guard says strictly.
He is led inside a relatively small booth with a cozy little lounge, a desk with importana looking papers stacked high and other working tools including a computer. Trowa stands there in silence, watching the guard pick up the phone. He looks out the window of the small security booth at Quatre standing on the driveway, being comforted by Jeffery.
"He's a caucasian male, young adult, er, wait," the guard looks at Trowa, "what's your age?".
Trowa looks up at him sadly, "I'm sixteen.................".
The continues talking on the phone, "he's sixteen, his name is Trowa Barton. What's your dad's name?".
"I dunno'," Trowa says, bitterly.
"stop fucking with me, kid, what's your fathers name?," the guard demands.
"I honestly don't even know him! I think it's Richard, Birchard, Ricky.................. I dunno, something Turkott," he yells back, "and ma's Keeran Barton, and she waitresses at Earls.......................".
The guard, pauses again. Staring at the young boy with pity. He sighs, frustrated, "never mind, It was a false alarm. I'm sorry," he says into the receiver. The lady on the other end curses at him and hangs up.
Trowa looks up, surprised. The guard unlocks the handcuffs and shoves him out of the booth by the collar of his shirt without a word.
Trowa stands outside the booth staring at the door confused, "are you letting me go?!".
"run away before I change my mind, you poor bastard," the guard warns form inside.
Trowa smiles brightly and runs back to Quatre, "he let me go!," he announces exited.
Quatre glares at him, "good. The bus stop is that way down the street," he points, then turns and walks away.
"Quatre?," Trowa stands there like an abandoned puppy.
Suddenly, the gate behind Trowa opens and a black and blue comaero pulls up behind him. It honks its horn at Trowa, irritated that he is standing in the middle of the drive way, "MOVE, moron!," the driver demands.
Trowa jumps and backs out of the way. The car drives on by, the driver glaring at him. It was a boy about Trowa's age, whom was dressed and looked like a rich kid. He parked where the Porsche was before and steps out, proudly.
Quatre wipes his tears away and runs towards the boy, suddenly much happier, "Ethan!," he greets excitedly. He practically jumps into the tall boys arms and kisses him lovingly.
Trowa's heart sinks to the bottom of his chest. This 'Ethan' boy was taller, looked stronger, probably more attractive to Quatre, and definitely richer. He doesn't stand a chance.
"Quatre! You didn't get shot or robbed in the public school! I'm so relieved!," Ethan jokes.
Quatre laughs. He notices out of the corner of his eye, Trowa standing there sadly, watching him, "what are you still doing here?.
Trowa shrugs, "bus doesn't come for another half an hour".
"who's he?," Ethan asks, looking Trowa up and down in disgust at his old worn clothes, bruises and torn up right arm.
Quatre sighs, "just a kid from my new school. He kinda came home with me".
Ethan snorts is a snobbish way, "what's he want? Food?".
"Ethan............," Quatre scolds. He looks back at Trowa, "fine, you can come in".
Trowa follows the couple towards the large mansion. Once they were finally up the steps and inside, they were in the main room. It was beautifully decorated with marble floors and expensive paintings on the walls. Trowa followed them into the next room where there was an inviting sitting area in front of a fire place. There were two black couches and a big, comfy lay- z-boy chair around a coffee table. Quatre and his boyfriend sat together on a couch while Trowa flopped down and made himself comfortable in the chair.
A servant approached Quatre and bowed slightly, "master Quatre, would you or your guests like refreshments?".
"maple tea for myself," Quatre says. He looks at Ethan and Trowa, "would either of you like anything?".
"I'll also have maple tea," Ethan decides. They look at Trowa.
"Sprite, please," he says quietly.
"one moment," The servant replies before bowing and leaving.
"so, Quatre. What's the public school like?," Ethan asks casually as he puts his arm around Quatre's shoulders.
"well," Quatre begins, "all the classes are mixed, and there are more criminals outside that school at lunch then there are in prison! And everybody carries a weapon".
Ethan raises an eyebrow, "how on earth did you find that out?".
"The first friends I made are kind of in a bad crowd," Quatre admits.
"wait, hold on," Trowa interrupts, "why are you in a public school in the first place?".
Quatre smiles, "When my dad found out I'm gay, he threatened to put me in a school where I would meet girls and try to get me away from Ethan. I thought he was kidding so we kept dating!".
"does he know you're still dating?".
Quatre smiles brightly and hugs Ethan, "nope!".
The waiter returns with their drinks.
"thank you," Trowa says, taking a sip of his Sprite.
*
Eventually, they all ended up in Quatre's bedroom on the upper floors of the mansion. It was a very beautiful room with a bathroom and a large fancy window with silky red curtains. In the corner beside the king-sized bed was a stereo system with a stack of CD's beside it. He had a huge TV with every kind of gaming system and a large collection of games.
Trowa stood in awe at all the cool stuff Quatre had.
Quatre sat on the bed, "everybody's probably making fun of me back at school, right?," he muses, with a smile.
Ethan smiles back and sits beside him, pulling him closer, "naw, we miss you!".
Trowa rolls his eyes and walks away towards the balcony, curious of the view. He could see almost the whole neighborhood and some of the rest of the city. He then looked over at the impressive stereo system. By the looks of it, he guessed it was packing almost 700 watts!
"don't steal anything, DAWG," Ethan taunts, watching Trowa explore the room.
Trowa shoots a glare over his shoulder, "watch your mouth, son," he warns.
Ethan snorts, "I'm not scared of you. Look at you, you probably weigh like a hundred pounds".
"that's cuz I don't got a rich daddy to mooch off of, ya' fuckin brat. Born with a god damned silver spoon in your mouth and struttin' around like you think you're big shit," Trowa returns.
"Hey, I wouldn't be talking to me like that. You may have people and backup shit, but this is MY neighborhood and I know you're far from home. See, I could step out onto the sidewalk out there and I'd have five guys backing me up. So you better watch YOUR mouth!," Ethan warns back.
They stared each other down with so much hatred.
"guys! Stop it! Don't get in a fight!," Quatre interrupts, looking like he's ready to cry.
"stay out of it, Quatre. This little bastard is gonna get what's coming to him," Ethan announces, nodding towards Trowa standing quietly on the other side of the room.
Quatre looks at Trowa sadly. Why did they have to fight?, "Trowa, go home. The bus will be here shortly".
Trowa stares at him, hurt, and disappointed. He sighs and turns towards the door, "I'll see you at school tomorrow".
As soon as the door closes, Ethan turns towards Quatre, sitting sadly on the bed, "I don't want you hanging around him at school," he demands.
Quatre looks up at him, surprised and hurt, "but, he's one of the few friends I have there! I don't really fit in.".
"I don't care. Come home for lunch, drive around, hide in the bathroom, but you avoid him! Got that?," Ethan commands with a threatening voice.
Quatre looks down at the floor, trying not to let Ethan see him crying, "okay".
***
Later that night, Quatre sat cross legged on the floor, concentrating on playing a Playstation2 game. Ethan had just recently left and Quatre's conscience was still weighted by the guilt of what happened to Trowa. It was just the memory of Trowa's face. He didn't look angry or pouting, more like he looked abandoned or betrayed. That picture ran through his head over and over again.
He was pulled from his thoughts when the phone rang its usual loud, annoying ring. Ethan usually called him about now, he remembered. Quatre paused his game and got up to answer it, "hello?".
"is Quatre there?," a somewhat familiar voice asked.
"I'm here, who's this?," Quatre wondered, now positive it wasn't Ethan.
"...................is Quatre there?," the voice repeats.
"YES, I'm right HERE!," Quatre responds, confused.
"can I talk to Quatre?".
Quatre laughs. It's Trowa, "Trowa..........".
"yeah, it's Trowa. Go put Quatre on the phone, please".
"Trowa!," Quatre complains, frustrated.
"look, sir. If you're gonna be difficult, just tell Quatre to phone me back".
Quatre sighs. He smiles, "I'm gonna hang up," he threatens.
"............oh hey, Quatre!," Trowa laughs.
"hi Trowa. What's up?".
"nothing, I was just seeing what you're doing tonight?," he asks.
Quatre looks at the clock and blinks, confused, "uh, I was planning on sleeping tonight. It's almost ten!," he answers.
"sleeping? That's no fun!," Trowa snorts.
"what?".
"you got a car, why don't you roll that thing down here by Tim Horton's and meet me there?," Trowa suggests.
"but it's TEN!," Quatre reminds him, "that's why you sleep through half of school!," he laughs.
Trowa laughs.
They sit in an uncomfortable silence for a moment. Quatre suddenly remembered wha happened earlier that day, "Trowa?".
"yeah?".
"um, I'm sorry I made you leave today.............," he says sadly.
"its okay," he answers.
"I just didn't want a fight to break out because I really care about you and I don't want to see either you or Ethan get hurt.............," he continues, not feeling forgiven yet.
"Quatre, It's alright. What I'm worried about is; are you mad at me for getting caught with drugs? Because I felt bad about that all the ride home...............," he admits.
"well............. you see. I can get used to you doing it and stuff but I don't want to be pressured into anything like that".
"son, I wouldn't ever get you into that shit. You don't have to worry about me, but Its fuckin' Duo and Hilde you should watch out for," he warns, in his usual calm, cool tone.
"why?".
"Duo, man, that kid's fuckin' DUMB! He's already been in Juvy four times. Hilde's just his bitch," he explains.
Quatre stares at his bedroom wall in shock. Duo is only sixteen and he's been arrested? Four times, too! "why was he arrested?".
"uh, one time was because he pointed a gun at some guy at the bus stop downtown. And another time he-," Trowa explains.
"What?! Why did he do that? Why did he have a gun?!," Quatre questions, still completely shocked.
Trowa laughs. 'Quatre's such a goodie-good' he thinks, "He was protecting this guy, Eric Scully cuz they're all in that fuckin' Abasand gang".
"they're in a gang?!".
"the Abasand gang".
"are you in this gang?," he questions, almost sounding agry.
"no. But I got so many connections to them they still help me out when I need backup. They're like big brothers to me. But man, I lost a lotta' boys to those Dickensfeild and Tropez bastards so I try not to get involved".
Quatre stays silent for a moment. "I think Ethan's in a gang," he admits like he just realized it for the first time.
"he's probably with Timberlea, right?," Trowa wonders, sounding amused.
"yes............".
Trowa laughs out loud.
"what's so funny?! That's serious!," Quatre complains.
"hell no, it's not! Fuckin, Timberlea they got like, fifteen guys I hear. He was all being a fucker to me like, 'yeah I could step outside here and have five boys', that's like one third of the Timberlea's right there!," he continues, calming his laughter.
Quatre doesn't say anything, but listens as the other end becomes quiet.
"Quatre? I'm sorry. I guess you care about him and this is all pretty serious shit to you, hey?".
The line stays quiet except for a soft whimpering.
"Quatre................ I didn't mean to make you cry! I'm sorry!," Trowa apologizes frantically.
"it's not what you said, don't worry. I just wish he would quit the gang!," he cries.
Trowa blinks, "Um. Sorry, son, but there's no quitting a gang. If somebody tries anything to get out they get people after them from their own gang then they've pretty much screwed themselves there," he says, hesitantly, "sorry.........".
The other line stays quiet again. Trowa suddenly regretted opening his mouth.
Before either of them could respond, they are interrupted, "Master Quatre?," says deep manly voice.
"yes?," Quatre answers quietly.
"phone time's up. Time to go to bed," he announces.
"thank you, Rashid".
"goodnight," 'Click'.
"Trowa? I'll see you at school tomorrow, okay?".
"kay, see ya".
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Another apology from M3GAN: sorry to all the priests, nuns, Charley- churches, Saints, Popes, dedicated Catholics or people just looking for a reason to complain about a story and piss somebody off that happened to be reading this. I'm Catholic too so I feel your pain lol (BTW; Catholics are just different kinds of Christians)
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