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Trowa was on his way home from Tim Horton's. He sat at the very back of the eleven o clock bus, stairing thoughtfully out the window. He couldn't even guess how his mom was going to react. He reached up and pulled the wire dangling above his head, causing a little "DING" sound for the driver. The bus slowed to a screeching stop at his usual bus stop. He stepped off the bus and walked down the darkening streets to the slummy alleyway between the crammed apartment buildings. Trowa paused for a second of self-comfort before opening the door to his house.
"Mom, Trowa's home!," his little brother announced, as soon as the door closed behind him.
Trowa cringes. Usually, nobody cared if he came home or not so this couldn't be a good thing.
There was a worrying silence before Trowa's mom came into his sight. She was a young mother, taller then Trowa, with long brown hair tied back in a blue and white bandana. She stormed down the stairs and swung at a very un- prepared Trowa. After cuffing him across the face she grabed the boy by the throat very agressively, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!".
Trowa tried to say someting but he could barely breathe.
"I put you in school to TRY to give you a future but you fucked that up like everything else! You're so STUPID!," she screams, throwing him back against the door.
"ma-," Trowa coughed, holding his shaky hands to his sore neck.
"SHUTUP!," She interrupts, "and what the hell happened today?! Who were you fighting?!".
"I got jumped!," he explained, ready to duck at her next attempt to hit him.
"bullshit! You had you're fucking friends, you trying to kill the damn kid?!," she continued, raising her fist in the air.
Trowa shuts his eyes tightly and shakes his head.
"and who were these kids?," she asks, a little calmer.
"just friends............".
"yeah, sure. I bet they're all fucking useless pot heads, just like YOU!," she screams, tears streaking down her cheeks.
Trowa gathered enough courage to look up into her wet eyes. He finally realized something. This hurt her more than it hurt him, "mom, I......".
"what?!," she asks, bitterly.
"I don't do drugs," he assures her, trying to sound honest.
"you're lying! You took plastic freezer bags with dope inside of 'em!," she screams, breaking down in tears again.
'damn, ske knows,' Trowa inwardly curses. He didn't say anything, just looked up at her waiting for her to do something,
She swallows a lump growing in her throat, "Trowa, go away," she says a little calmer.
"what? where am I-," Trowa protests.
"it's not my problem anymore, just GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!," She screams in his face.
"can I call somebody for a place to st-".
"NO! don't even use my phone! I don't have a son named Trowa anymore, I don't know you!," She yells one more time before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and throwing him out the door, "don't come back or I'll call the cops!," was the last thing she said before slamming the door so hard, Trowa thought it was going to break.
He sat there on the cold pavement where he had fallen, trying to realize the situation he was in. He looked to the opening of the alley as cars drove by and people walked along the sidewalk, not noticing him. He pushes himself up off the ground and dusts his pants off. He reaches a shaky hand into his pocket and pulls out a half empty pack of cigarettes, quickly putting one to his lips and lights it.
*
Duo sat on his big comfy bed beside Hilde. There were about six other people all over the average sized room and the music was loud with the base thumping. They all watched him as he careflly and skillfully finished rolling a joint. He twisted the end and licked on it to seel the goods, then pulls out his lighter.
A loud knock at the window, however, grabs everybodies atteantion.
Duo looks up, "what the fuck? Who is it?".
"it's Trowa," one of the boys answers.
Hilde, whom is closer to the window sticks her face op to the screen, "Trowa. I thought you were the damn cops!," she laughs.
"is Duo there?," Trowa asks, shivering from the night cold.
"WHAT'S UP MOTHAFUCKA!?," Duo greets, his breath mixed with weed smoke. He hands the joint to one of the other occupants of the room.
"can I sleep here?," Trowa begs, "I got kicked out of the house"
"ya man," Duo says, popping out the screen.
Trowa easily hops into the room, landing in between Duo and Hilde. He slings his arms over both of their shoulders casually, "What is up my homeboys, and girls- hey, pass that shit," he demands reaching out towards the joint as the other boy finishes his hoot. He puts the joint to his lips and kicks off his shoes, letting them fall to the messy, stained carpet.
Hilde laughs, "I see why his mom kicked him out".
Trowa looks down at her, his arm still over her shoulder, and blows the swirling smoke into her face. He passes the joint to an anonymous girl siting on her boyfriends lap.
"so what the hell are you doing walking around here alone at quarter to two?," Duo asks, switching spots with Trowa to sit beside Hilde.
Trowa places a pillow between his back and the wall as he is squished into the corner, "I told you, I got kicked out. I'm not even allowed to go back there".
"until when?," Hilde wonders.
"never! She said if I come back she'll call the cops".
"oh," Hilde responds sadly.
"yeah, Duo? I'm gonna just sleep. Where can I sleep?," Trowa asks.
"oh shit, man. Were packed in this bitch. I got like six people sleeping here and my brother has some friends too," he gulps.
Trowa sighs, "I'll just find somewhere". He grabs a blanket kicked to the side of the bed and walks out the door.
***
Quatre's eyes flutter open after a restful night of sleep. He tiredly turns his head to look at the clock, 10:21am. He never usually slept in this late. He stretches his arms and legs before sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his blue eyes. Strands of his shiny, golden hair fell lazily over his forehead as he walked towards the bathroom.
***
Trowa was roused from his sleep as a hand roughly shook his shoulder. He looked up at the blury figure of a large, intimidating man.
"get off my couch and let me sit down," he says, impaitently.
Trowa sighed tiredly as he grabbed the blanket wraped over his shoulders and pushed himself off the couch and to his feet. He took a few steps towards the center of the room and layed his aching body down on the brown carpet to go back to sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, it was two hours later. Duo stood above him and kicked him once more to make sure he awoke, "Trowa you gotta go. I'm leaving".
"where?," came Trowas quiet, muffled voice from the heap on the floor.
"I'm going to Hilde's. If you're going downtown, you better leave to catch the bus now".
Trowa groans as he pushes himself to his feet. He folds up the blanket and throws it on the armrest of the now empty couch, then headed upstairs to Duo's room to retreive his shoes.
***
Quatre slid a clean, white shirt over his head and grabbed a brown, lether belt. He looked over at the white phone sitting beside his bed, 'I wonder if I should invite Trowa over for lunch?,' he thinks. After doing up his belt, he sat on the bed beside the phone and searched through the caller ID. KEERAN BARTON, that was his mom.
Quatre pushes the call button and it begins ringing. It rings about five times and Quatre sighs, dissapointed. Before he could hang up he heard someone pick up.
"what?," a grumpy woman's voice answered.
"i-is Trowa there?".
"no, don't call here again, *click*," the line went dead.
Quatre sat there startled, still holding the phone.
***
Trowa steps off the bus at the main bus stop downtown. He begins walking towards a conveniance store just across the busy street. He is so accustomed to the city habitat, he doesn't even flinch when a large, loud truck speeds by him, missing him by two feet.
"Trowa!," a girls voice calls.
Barely hearing her over the sound of traffic, he turns to see Sally jogging to catch up with him after just getting off of another bus, "hey," he greets.
"hey, what are you doing?," she asks, now at his side.
Trowa stops and turns to her, seeming annoyed, "I have to tell you again; It's HOW are you doing?," he explains, "what are you doing? -HOW are you doing, see it sounds so much nicer. That'll make me think I'm doing something wrong when you run up to me all like that," he continues.
"okay, okay. HOW are you doing?," she corrects herself.
He nods, satisfied, "I'm doing.................bad, actually".
Sally tilts her head slightly, "why?," as they continue towards the store.
"mom kicked me out of the house yesterday, I'm homeless," he explains, begining to lead her to run with him and cut through the intersection, just missing being hit again. The passing car honks its horn, followed by a rude gesture from the driver.
"for good?," she pants as they reach the curb across the intersection.
"yeah," he breaths.
They walk to the outside of the gas station and stand off to the the side as Trowa begins to observe the costomers walking into the store.
"so where are you gonna go?," she asks, looking into the pouch of her wallet.
Trowa shrugs, "hell if I know, I guess Im gonna beg Scully or something. You need a pack too?," he suddenly asks, watching her slip a bill out of her wallet.
She nods.
Trowa spots a young blonde girl stepping out of a pickup truck. He casually strolls over to stop in front of her just before she opens the door to the store, "hey wait".
She stops and looks at him questioningly.
"you wanna do me a little favour and get me a couple packswhile your in there?," he asks in his usual cool, calm voice.
"what kind?," she simply responds.
This pleased Trowa. Usually it's not this easy, "Du'Moreiur. You'll get your money when you come out here".
She pulls the door open and walks into the store.
Trowa backs away from the store windows, closer to the corner with Sally.
"if you're desprate, my sister will probably let you sleep on our couch for a while," Sally suggests.
Trowa smiles, "sisters, eh?," he repeats, sounding more interested than Sally expected.
She laughs, "Trowa!".
Unaffected, he continues, "is she a fine, blonde chick too?".
Sally blushes. She is caught speechless. "there's your smokes," she points out to the girl just exiting the store looking around for the tall boy. Sally hands Trowa a $5 and two toonies(dunno if there are toonies in America or anywhere other than Canada but theyre $2 coins and they look cool ^.^).
Trowa walks over to the girl and gives her his and Sally's money in exchange for the two packs. "Thanks," he simply says, walking towards Sally once more.
"no problem, " she says as she walks back towards her truck.
"so what do you want to do now?," Sally asks. Before Trowa could answer, the last bus pulling in across the street catches her eye, "oh, here's Wufei!".
"TROWA!," an angry, male voice calls.
Trowa whirls around in the direction of the voice, preparing for a fight. To his releif, there was Scully's black car parked in the lot and in the drivers seat was the muscular, tough-looking black guy, Scully.
"Trowa, get your ass over here," Scully demands, stepping out of the car.
Trowa walks over to meet him, intimidated by his angry tone of voice.
"what the hell happened? I've been hearing your mama kicked you out. What did you fuck up this time?!".
"just because I got suspended!," Trowa says, defensively, "she tried to strangle me too, look!," he says, tilting his head to show four deep, red fingernale marks from his mom, "and you KNOW that wasn't my fault!".
Scully sighs, frustrated, "just.......... get in the car," he orders, opening the door and climbing back into the drivers seat.
"why? Where are we going?," Trowa wonders. Not having anything better to do in mind, he climbs into the passenger seat, "see ya Sally".
Sally waves goodbye as she crosses the street to meet Wufei, stepping off of the bus.
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Trowa was on his way home from Tim Horton's. He sat at the very back of the eleven o clock bus, stairing thoughtfully out the window. He couldn't even guess how his mom was going to react. He reached up and pulled the wire dangling above his head, causing a little "DING" sound for the driver. The bus slowed to a screeching stop at his usual bus stop. He stepped off the bus and walked down the darkening streets to the slummy alleyway between the crammed apartment buildings. Trowa paused for a second of self-comfort before opening the door to his house.
"Mom, Trowa's home!," his little brother announced, as soon as the door closed behind him.
Trowa cringes. Usually, nobody cared if he came home or not so this couldn't be a good thing.
There was a worrying silence before Trowa's mom came into his sight. She was a young mother, taller then Trowa, with long brown hair tied back in a blue and white bandana. She stormed down the stairs and swung at a very un- prepared Trowa. After cuffing him across the face she grabed the boy by the throat very agressively, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!".
Trowa tried to say someting but he could barely breathe.
"I put you in school to TRY to give you a future but you fucked that up like everything else! You're so STUPID!," she screams, throwing him back against the door.
"ma-," Trowa coughed, holding his shaky hands to his sore neck.
"SHUTUP!," She interrupts, "and what the hell happened today?! Who were you fighting?!".
"I got jumped!," he explained, ready to duck at her next attempt to hit him.
"bullshit! You had you're fucking friends, you trying to kill the damn kid?!," she continued, raising her fist in the air.
Trowa shuts his eyes tightly and shakes his head.
"and who were these kids?," she asks, a little calmer.
"just friends............".
"yeah, sure. I bet they're all fucking useless pot heads, just like YOU!," she screams, tears streaking down her cheeks.
Trowa gathered enough courage to look up into her wet eyes. He finally realized something. This hurt her more than it hurt him, "mom, I......".
"what?!," she asks, bitterly.
"I don't do drugs," he assures her, trying to sound honest.
"you're lying! You took plastic freezer bags with dope inside of 'em!," she screams, breaking down in tears again.
'damn, ske knows,' Trowa inwardly curses. He didn't say anything, just looked up at her waiting for her to do something,
She swallows a lump growing in her throat, "Trowa, go away," she says a little calmer.
"what? where am I-," Trowa protests.
"it's not my problem anymore, just GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!," She screams in his face.
"can I call somebody for a place to st-".
"NO! don't even use my phone! I don't have a son named Trowa anymore, I don't know you!," She yells one more time before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and throwing him out the door, "don't come back or I'll call the cops!," was the last thing she said before slamming the door so hard, Trowa thought it was going to break.
He sat there on the cold pavement where he had fallen, trying to realize the situation he was in. He looked to the opening of the alley as cars drove by and people walked along the sidewalk, not noticing him. He pushes himself up off the ground and dusts his pants off. He reaches a shaky hand into his pocket and pulls out a half empty pack of cigarettes, quickly putting one to his lips and lights it.
*
Duo sat on his big comfy bed beside Hilde. There were about six other people all over the average sized room and the music was loud with the base thumping. They all watched him as he careflly and skillfully finished rolling a joint. He twisted the end and licked on it to seel the goods, then pulls out his lighter.
A loud knock at the window, however, grabs everybodies atteantion.
Duo looks up, "what the fuck? Who is it?".
"it's Trowa," one of the boys answers.
Hilde, whom is closer to the window sticks her face op to the screen, "Trowa. I thought you were the damn cops!," she laughs.
"is Duo there?," Trowa asks, shivering from the night cold.
"WHAT'S UP MOTHAFUCKA!?," Duo greets, his breath mixed with weed smoke. He hands the joint to one of the other occupants of the room.
"can I sleep here?," Trowa begs, "I got kicked out of the house"
"ya man," Duo says, popping out the screen.
Trowa easily hops into the room, landing in between Duo and Hilde. He slings his arms over both of their shoulders casually, "What is up my homeboys, and girls- hey, pass that shit," he demands reaching out towards the joint as the other boy finishes his hoot. He puts the joint to his lips and kicks off his shoes, letting them fall to the messy, stained carpet.
Hilde laughs, "I see why his mom kicked him out".
Trowa looks down at her, his arm still over her shoulder, and blows the swirling smoke into her face. He passes the joint to an anonymous girl siting on her boyfriends lap.
"so what the hell are you doing walking around here alone at quarter to two?," Duo asks, switching spots with Trowa to sit beside Hilde.
Trowa places a pillow between his back and the wall as he is squished into the corner, "I told you, I got kicked out. I'm not even allowed to go back there".
"until when?," Hilde wonders.
"never! She said if I come back she'll call the cops".
"oh," Hilde responds sadly.
"yeah, Duo? I'm gonna just sleep. Where can I sleep?," Trowa asks.
"oh shit, man. Were packed in this bitch. I got like six people sleeping here and my brother has some friends too," he gulps.
Trowa sighs, "I'll just find somewhere". He grabs a blanket kicked to the side of the bed and walks out the door.
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Quatre's eyes flutter open after a restful night of sleep. He tiredly turns his head to look at the clock, 10:21am. He never usually slept in this late. He stretches his arms and legs before sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his blue eyes. Strands of his shiny, golden hair fell lazily over his forehead as he walked towards the bathroom.
***
Trowa was roused from his sleep as a hand roughly shook his shoulder. He looked up at the blury figure of a large, intimidating man.
"get off my couch and let me sit down," he says, impaitently.
Trowa sighed tiredly as he grabbed the blanket wraped over his shoulders and pushed himself off the couch and to his feet. He took a few steps towards the center of the room and layed his aching body down on the brown carpet to go back to sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, it was two hours later. Duo stood above him and kicked him once more to make sure he awoke, "Trowa you gotta go. I'm leaving".
"where?," came Trowas quiet, muffled voice from the heap on the floor.
"I'm going to Hilde's. If you're going downtown, you better leave to catch the bus now".
Trowa groans as he pushes himself to his feet. He folds up the blanket and throws it on the armrest of the now empty couch, then headed upstairs to Duo's room to retreive his shoes.
***
Quatre slid a clean, white shirt over his head and grabbed a brown, lether belt. He looked over at the white phone sitting beside his bed, 'I wonder if I should invite Trowa over for lunch?,' he thinks. After doing up his belt, he sat on the bed beside the phone and searched through the caller ID. KEERAN BARTON, that was his mom.
Quatre pushes the call button and it begins ringing. It rings about five times and Quatre sighs, dissapointed. Before he could hang up he heard someone pick up.
"what?," a grumpy woman's voice answered.
"i-is Trowa there?".
"no, don't call here again, *click*," the line went dead.
Quatre sat there startled, still holding the phone.
***
Trowa steps off the bus at the main bus stop downtown. He begins walking towards a conveniance store just across the busy street. He is so accustomed to the city habitat, he doesn't even flinch when a large, loud truck speeds by him, missing him by two feet.
"Trowa!," a girls voice calls.
Barely hearing her over the sound of traffic, he turns to see Sally jogging to catch up with him after just getting off of another bus, "hey," he greets.
"hey, what are you doing?," she asks, now at his side.
Trowa stops and turns to her, seeming annoyed, "I have to tell you again; It's HOW are you doing?," he explains, "what are you doing? -HOW are you doing, see it sounds so much nicer. That'll make me think I'm doing something wrong when you run up to me all like that," he continues.
"okay, okay. HOW are you doing?," she corrects herself.
He nods, satisfied, "I'm doing.................bad, actually".
Sally tilts her head slightly, "why?," as they continue towards the store.
"mom kicked me out of the house yesterday, I'm homeless," he explains, begining to lead her to run with him and cut through the intersection, just missing being hit again. The passing car honks its horn, followed by a rude gesture from the driver.
"for good?," she pants as they reach the curb across the intersection.
"yeah," he breaths.
They walk to the outside of the gas station and stand off to the the side as Trowa begins to observe the costomers walking into the store.
"so where are you gonna go?," she asks, looking into the pouch of her wallet.
Trowa shrugs, "hell if I know, I guess Im gonna beg Scully or something. You need a pack too?," he suddenly asks, watching her slip a bill out of her wallet.
She nods.
Trowa spots a young blonde girl stepping out of a pickup truck. He casually strolls over to stop in front of her just before she opens the door to the store, "hey wait".
She stops and looks at him questioningly.
"you wanna do me a little favour and get me a couple packswhile your in there?," he asks in his usual cool, calm voice.
"what kind?," she simply responds.
This pleased Trowa. Usually it's not this easy, "Du'Moreiur. You'll get your money when you come out here".
She pulls the door open and walks into the store.
Trowa backs away from the store windows, closer to the corner with Sally.
"if you're desprate, my sister will probably let you sleep on our couch for a while," Sally suggests.
Trowa smiles, "sisters, eh?," he repeats, sounding more interested than Sally expected.
She laughs, "Trowa!".
Unaffected, he continues, "is she a fine, blonde chick too?".
Sally blushes. She is caught speechless. "there's your smokes," she points out to the girl just exiting the store looking around for the tall boy. Sally hands Trowa a $5 and two toonies(dunno if there are toonies in America or anywhere other than Canada but theyre $2 coins and they look cool ^.^).
Trowa walks over to the girl and gives her his and Sally's money in exchange for the two packs. "Thanks," he simply says, walking towards Sally once more.
"no problem, " she says as she walks back towards her truck.
"so what do you want to do now?," Sally asks. Before Trowa could answer, the last bus pulling in across the street catches her eye, "oh, here's Wufei!".
"TROWA!," an angry, male voice calls.
Trowa whirls around in the direction of the voice, preparing for a fight. To his releif, there was Scully's black car parked in the lot and in the drivers seat was the muscular, tough-looking black guy, Scully.
"Trowa, get your ass over here," Scully demands, stepping out of the car.
Trowa walks over to meet him, intimidated by his angry tone of voice.
"what the hell happened? I've been hearing your mama kicked you out. What did you fuck up this time?!".
"just because I got suspended!," Trowa says, defensively, "she tried to strangle me too, look!," he says, tilting his head to show four deep, red fingernale marks from his mom, "and you KNOW that wasn't my fault!".
Scully sighs, frustrated, "just.......... get in the car," he orders, opening the door and climbing back into the drivers seat.
"why? Where are we going?," Trowa wonders. Not having anything better to do in mind, he climbs into the passenger seat, "see ya Sally".
Sally waves goodbye as she crosses the street to meet Wufei, stepping off of the bus.
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